Josh’s eyes flickered with excitent as he opened the box. Inside was a card, and on it were the bold words: "Invitation."
She gazed at the card in her hand, lost in thought.
The God Creation Ga is a ga used by the Federation World to select the top talents across the interstellar. It is held only once every ten millennia.
The first to survive in the God Creation Ga has the opportunity to beco the Guardian God of the interstellar.
This is the ultimate honor in the entire interstellar.
Therefore, even though the ga is very dangerous, many people are still eager to participate.
Josh walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the sky. Above the vast stars were the Seven Main Stars, standing high like the Big Dipper in the Cultivation World, overlooking the galaxy.
Suddenly, a gentle mist caught her attention.
Josh pushed the floor-to-ceiling window open and stepped out, using the telescope on the balcony to look up.
Around those Seven Main Stars and twenty-eight Central Stars swirled an incredibly dense Spiritual Power!
Things she had never known before, perhaps because she was not a person of cultivation before and couldn’t see such dense Spiritual Energy.
Now, with her cultivation scattered, if she could use that Spiritual Energy to practice, her chances of returning to that world would increase!
A light instantly appeared in Josh’s eyes.
But how could she go to the Central Star or Main Star?
She turned her gaze to the "God Creation Ga" invitation on the bed.
So that’s it!
There is divine will in the unseen; as long as she wins the God Creation Ga, she can go to the Central Star and Main Star and use the Spiritual Power to cultivate anew!
Returning to the sect is just around the corner!
Josh looked at the card, determination shining in her eyes.
The next day.
[Welco to the "God Creation Ga." There are 9,999,999 contestants in this ga, and only 1 will ultimately gain the divine position. Please take the ga seriously.]
[Now, please draw for your ga plane.]
Josh casually drew a plane and received the identity card for the instance.
[Congratulations on drawing the "Dream Seeking Circus" newbie plane. The system is matching for you.]
[Hello, I’m your system 001. The ga is about to start. Please prepare yourself.]
Josh took a deep breath, and with a blur before her eyes, she had entered the ga.
She found herself in an amusent park.
It was evening, and the park was only dimly lit by the red and green streetlights among the bushes.
A virtual floating bluish screen appeared before her eyes.
The interface displayed her ga persona.
She was virtualized into the image of a clown girl, with red hair, a little top hat sat squarely on her head, wearing braces dress, holding a cane in her hand, accompanied by a small black dog.
This was the image on the back of her ga’s invitation card.
The display showed her identity.
[You are a clown in the amusent park, responsible for frightening everyone.]
[Your combat power is only 3 points, and your spiritual power is at F level. Please be careful to evade other players and monsters around you.]
[As long as you find all the clown equipnt and successfully light up the clown card, you win.]
The missing clown equipnt includes a balloon, necklace, and gloves.
Finding these three pieces of equipnt will secure the win.
Josh looked towards the amusent park, seeing a group of newly transford players transported in alongside her.
Without exception, most were in clown form.
It seed everyone’s goal was the sa.
Suddenly, bullet comnts floated across Josh’s virtual screen.
[What the heck? Even F-level trash can enter the ga?]
[This weak, can they withstand even a single hit from a monster?]
[Not only F-level, but combat power of only 3 points, what a joke.]
[Has the Federation Planet no one left? Even such a cripple is brought into the ga?]
[Just filler, or did they get in through the back door?]
Indeed, those who can enter this ga need at least a B-level spiritual power.
Furthermore, no one’s initial combat power would be lower than 1000.
The foster daughter of her family even had A-level spiritual power, already an impressive existence in the Augustine family.
A gust of night wind blew; Josh couldn’t help but shiver.
She thought she knew how her combat power of 3 points ca about.
Her body was burning up.
Josh had been away from this world too long, almost forgetting how poor her health was.
Born and raised on the Garbage Star, where the air and water quality were unsuitable for human survival.
To survive, she drank water with alien viruses and ate rotting food, damaging her body fundantally.
She had a heart condition.
Not a traditional heart disease.
Her heart has a crack, not life-threatening, but any intense activity or accelerated heartbeat tugs at the crack, causing intense pain.
But fortunately, as long as she can cultivate, these issues are not a problem.
Just teleported in, and her heart barely adapted to the high pressure of the plane, combined with her F-level spiritual power, her heart began aching slightly, body overwheld, and she ran a fever.
Josh’s face turned pale, even under the clown makeup, her stunning beauty couldn’t be concealed.
Seeing her sickly state, others involuntarily kept their distance.
People began teaming up in threes and fours.
Each plane had 15 players, and only the first 10 who gather all the equipnt can advance.
The remaining 5 would be eliminated.
"Josh...?" a surprised voice of a girl ca from behind her.
Josh turned around and saw Susanna, also in clown attire.
Susanna already had four or five companions with her.
She looked at Josh with delight: "Is it really you?! Great, join us!"
Soone beside them disagreed: "This is Josh? Susanna, you’re too kindhearted. She bullied you, don’t bring her along, an F-level trash invalid."
Susanna felt awkward: "Don’t say such things about her, she’s also pitiable, growing up on a Garbage Star..."
When people heard she was from Garbage Star, they felt even more disgusted.
The entire Federation Star knew that those growing up on Garbage Star were petty thieves, lowly people.
"Who knows if people from Garbage Star carry germs and fleas, stay away!"
"So scary, Garbage Star actually has living people? Breathing the sa air as her makes want to throw up!"
To advance, finding the equipnt was necessary, and every piece of equipnt would be guarded by a monster.
Such an F-level invalid, sickly, how much combat could they really manage, only dragging the team down.
The teams were mostly ford within the plane: two five-mber teams and one four-mber team, as people started combing the amusent park in search.
Josh headed towards a place with fewer people, walking slowly, with the little black dog protectively by her side.
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