After obtaining assurance from the Star Network.
Early the next morning, the Earth Alliance’s registration team arrived in Destiny City.
Three silvery-gray Flying Devices landed in the central square, and as the doors slid open, 18 uniford staff mbers stepped out in formation.
They carried collection equipnt, bizarrely shaped to the eyes of the Destiny Clan, and set up a temporary workstation in the center of the square.
"Please cooperate to complete the biotric information collection."
The leading registration representative announced the situation to the gathered mbers of the Destiny Clan via a translator, stating this was a necessary step for obtaining formal identity.
The Destiny Clan mbers, however, scoffed at this.
They had little regard for the Earth Alliance’s identity, even considering it all aningless.
But this was the Life Master’s request, and they could only comply.
As a long line ford outside the temporary workstation, the registration staff held a palm-sized scanner to scan the pupils of each Destiny Clan mber in succession.
Each ti the scanner passed, the iris pattern of a Destiny Clan mber would beco one of his identity markers.
Simultaneously, gene sampling was conducted, with the staff bringing out slender sampling rods to extract gene samples from the Destiny Clan mbers.
But this step stumped the Moon Eclipse Clan staff.
Normally, the sharp sampling rod could easily extract a blood sample from the target.
But the sampling rod could not break through the body defense of the Destiny Clan people.
To this, the mbers of the Destiny Clan showed undisguised contempt.
Facing this issue, the Life Throat imdiately requested clan mbers cooperate with the process and draw their own blood for submission.
Although dissatisfied, the clan mbers dared not defy the decision of the Life Throat.
Once this step was complete, a unique identity code was generated on the spot.
In record-breaking speed, the Destiny Clan officially joined the Earth Alliance within three days of arriving on Earth, with all clan mbers registered as Earth Alliance residents.
Although the Destiny Clan mbers who followed the Life Throat cooperated in completing the identity registration task.
Receiving the Star Network code issued on the sa day, and the chip identity card representing formal Earth Alliance residents.
Yet they still felt puzzled by the series of actions taken by the Life Throat.
Compared to this barren Small World, they considered themselves advanced civilization Life.
Now they had to maintain humility toward races with backward forms of Life, even offering precious resources early in the interaction, sothing many clan mbers found hard to accept.
In private exchanges, voices of doubt continued to spread:
Why expend resources to co to this aningless Small World?
If this Small World harbors hidden wealth, why not explore and seek it out, but instead choose to settle within this limited piece of land to establish a new clan land?
Why does the Life Master want to restrict them, stipulating activity only within designated areas, and strictly forbidding going out.
There is also a strict requirent for the clan mbers not to use any abilities in this world.
This developnt model, almost akin to self-castration, starkly contrasts with the Destiny Clan’s historical civilization expansion.
According to convention, facing such a low-level Small World, they should leave after obtaining key resources.
Many followers of the Life Throat were born in Monster World, conditioned from a young age in the survival Law of the strong devouring the weak, making the actions of the Life Throat appear contrary to their mindset.
It even makes them feel that the Life Master is creating a prison around him, self-confining.
It even led following Destiny Clan mbers to have a thought.
The Life Master perhaps suffered a backlash from the Destiny Rule, leading to a series of inexplicable issues in his mind.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain his current bewildering behavior, exiling himself and his followers to a "junkyard," while obsequiously bowing to life forms of low-level civilizations.
At this mont, the Life Throat stood in front of the observational matrix in the Destiny Tower, with his mind reflecting the surrounding environnt.
He decided to optimize and modify this land.
To make the days of settling here more comfortable for the clan mbers in the future.
As for the clan mbers’ doubts, he was naturally aware of them.
But he couldn’t explain it.
At least not for now.
The Star Network’s promise was just the beginning, and the real test had only just begun.
The extraction of the Player Qualification has not yet started, and the Destiny Clan must maintain absolute restraint during this ti.
Any radical actions could make the High-dinsional God reassess their value.
He must eliminate all potential risks.
Just then, a deep voice ca from behind:
"Life Master."
The Life Throat did not turn around, only slightly tilting his head.
The visitor was the Destiny Clan’s Judge "Ming Yun," also one of the core mbers following him to Earth.
He perceived, in Ming Yun’s Spiritual Wave at this mont, a repressed anger.
"The clan mbers need an explanation." Ming Yun’s voice seed to squeeze out from between his teeth, evidently restrained to the utmost:
"We did not co here to be prisoners."
The Life Throat was silent for a mont, finally speaking:
"Don’t rush, the answer will co soon."
"How soon is ’soon’?" Ming Yun stepped forward:
"Three days? Three months? Or three years? We need to apply to you even to leave this desolate place. How is this different from self-imprisonnt?"
The light from the observational matrix reflected on the Life Throat’s face, making his expression obscure and unclear.
"Ming Yun, you chose to follow , which ans believing in my decision-making, the ti is not yet ripe, why not continue to trust and wait... What I can clearly tell you is that we are not prisoners, but gamblers."
Ming Yun frowned:
"What do you an?"
"This arrival is the biggest gamble of my life, wagering on a brand new future."
Saying this, the Life Throat released his fingers from the matrix and turned to look directly into Ming Yun’s eyes:
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