The two-ss yers were in good spirits, thinking that even passing the first round of the test would be a great victory!


    However, seeing their colleagues crying and mourning, they felt embarrassed to show their excitement...


    At that moment, apparently hearing the yers discussing, Sterl noticed someone in the spectator stands nearby letting out a disdainful sneer.


    "Earth humans? You lot are quite amusing, you trash."


    "Heh. This time, the mission won''t be yours, winning by sheer numbers won''t work."


    "Your inferior race will surely be annihted."


    ...


    Sterl and the other yers turned around and saw in the spectator stands to their left front, yers of a race that looked almost identical to humans from Earth were mocking them, their eyes filled with hatred.


    Daphne, recognizing the unique hairstyles of the mocking yers, cozily pressed herself against Sterl and whispered in his ear, "These are the Centaurians, and they have a lot of conflicts with our Earth human race. We have been attacking each other for thest few decades, with many people dying on both sides. Overall, we have the upper hand."


    "They, like most advanced races, follow the path of elitism."


    "But the Centaurian race has arge poption and plenty of yers, so they can sustain the war..."


    Facing the mockery, the Earth human yers, who had been despondent, retorted sharply.


    "When you were running away with your tails between your legs on the battlefield, you weren''t saying that."


    "Wasn''t it because we didn''t teach you a harsh enough lesson that you dare to talk to us like this?"


    "This mission won''t result in death anyway. How about we go for a PK outside and see??"


    ...


    Their rebuttal hit the Centaurians hard, pointing out their painful defeat on the battlefield.


    But the Earth human yers barely had time to celebrate their verbal victory...


    Soon after, mocking voices came from all directions.


    "You Earth humans, only capable of raising a bunch of trash, what''s the use of having so many people? Haven''t you always been the most miserably defeated in every hidden mission contest?"


    "You should feel lucky that this mission won''t result in death, otherwise not one of you would survive!"


    ...


    A group of human-like beings with reddish skin and strange patterns on their bodies stood up, one by one, to mock them.


    "On the battlefield, you''re nothing but a horde leveraging your numbers, without that advantage, you''re worthless."


    "This trial, I bet the Earth humans are just here to make up the numbers."


    Then another race, looking simr to Earth humans, joined in the mockery.


    "Go back home! Evolved monkeys!"


    "You lowly races should just roll back to the ruins in your reality and slowly wait for death!"


    "You bunch without the spirit of gaming, you disgrace the gamey of Transcend!"


    ...


    One after another, races stood up, all with attitudes of attack.


    ...


    For a moment, Sterl and the yers around him were subjected to a barrage of mockery.


    The human race of Earth, taking advantage of theirrge poption, plundered most of the resources in the Divine Mountain Empire, and thus made numerous enemies.


    These alien yers each wished for the death of the human race from Earth, even though death in [Transcendence]did not lead to actual death in reality. However, once a character perished, all of their superpowers would vanish, and it also meant that these alien yers would lose theirrades-in-arms forever, only able to meet again in reality...


    The hatred had already umted!


    Whenever the yers of different races met, it was a fight to the death. If it weren''t for the restrictions of hidden missions, they probably would have already started fighting!


    And the yers of the Earth human race, how could they possibly withstand the hostility of all the yers in the arena? They werepletely overwhelmed just by the volume of voices, turning red with anger, and many looked towards Sterl with hopeful eyes.


    Only thisbig shot!


    They knew, this big shot could easily obliterate a level 70 two-ss yer with a single move, leaving nothing behind!


    These alien yers could also be easily wiped out by a counterattack!


    Big shot! Please say something!


    At this moment, the alien yers were stillunching various vicious verbal attacks, while Sterl, among the Earth human yers, didn''t stand out. He just sat there, calmly.


    However... soon the atmosphere in the arena changed. It wasn''t hard for the alien yers to see that all the Earth humans were looking at one person, full of expectation.


    Clearly, this yer held a high status among the Earth humans, almost like a pir of support.


    Immediately, many turned their heads to start attacking.


    "So you still have a strong yer? I see he''s just trash, too busy ying with women at a time like this."


    "Hey, during the trialter, I''ll outperform you so badly!"


    "A leader of trash is still trash?? Look at his frail appearance, I could kill him three times with one punch."


    ...


    For a moment, Sterl was at the center of a storm of verbal attacks.


    Under the watchful eyes of many, Sterl finally made a slight move, slowly speaking—


    "Daphne, you''ve kept in good shape."


    "How do you train? I have two friends who might also need your methods."


    He couldn''t care less about everything happening around him.


    The honor of the Earth humans? What did that have to do with him?


    As for being attacked along with everyone else, Sterl was even more indifferent. Back in the base without any golden fingers, he had been stepped on countless times.


    He never bothered to retort, but would instead take advantage of the deep night to find the person who cursed him the most and hit them hard with a blunt object.


    Sterl still wanted toplete his mission. So at this time in the spectator stands, he wasn''t going to take any risks. He wouldn''t directly attack out of concern for the face of the Divine Mountain Empire, but during the trialter...


    "Don''t let me catch the opportunity, or else... you''ll regret it." Sterl thought to himself silently.


    Seeing hisck of response, the alien yersughed even louder: "Where did you find this leader? Even more cowardly than you!"


    "I''m dying ofughter. So this is the strong yer of the Earth human race."


    "Not even daring to retort?Could it be you''ve been fooled, and this guy is actually just trash."


    "How boring, a whole race of trash actually feelsfortable being punching bags now."


    ...


    The alien yers mocked them.


    But the yers of the Earth human race knew well that those people were obviously not telling the truth. The mysterious big shotwas extremely strong!


    They grew even angrier, their faces turning red.


    Because ording to the logic provided in the mission prompt, this trial required the yers to withstand the enemy for a certain period.


    The mysterious big shotcould definitely pass, but that was just it.


    The Earth human race was to be trampled upon. As their individual strength indeed fell short, with probably few being able tost into the top 30, and a total wipeout was also very normal.


    And now, the big shotcould do nothing but watch these alien yers pass through!


    Damn! So infuriating!


    Unlike Sterl, a time traveler born with a set of fixed principles, the yers of the Earth human race, including Teresa, still ced great importance on the honor and disgrace of their race.


    So at this moment, the more they tried to endure, the angrier they became!


    The alien yers, on the other hand, were jubnt. Perhaps there were frictions among the various races on normal days, but when facing themon foe of the Earth human race, they united!


    "We can''t beat you on the battlefield on a regr day, losing so many resources, but now in the hidden dungeon, it''s our turn to show off!"


    Thus, the only area in the audience that looked gloomy was a small section.


    In this strange atmosphere, the figure in a white robe, full of smiles, watched this scene. For him, a priest of the Divine Mountain Empire, the more disunited these alien warriors were, the better he could control them!


    He loudly announced: "Warriors, the trial officially begins now."


    Instantly, dazzling golden light shed in the arena below.


    "You only need tost for a certain period in your respective areas."


    As his words fell, the first batch of yers was directly transported to those areas.


    Sterl was among them!


    Looking over the entire area, then at the dozen or so yers who arrived at the same time, he seemed thoughtful.


    "The trash of the Earth human race, I will show you what a gap in strength looks like." A yer from the Centaur star threatened Sterl fiercely.


    And this yer gathered a frost de in his hand and threw it directly at Sterl.


    However, at that moment, a dragon glowing with azure light flew out from Sterl''s sleeve and melted the ice de with a breath.


    "You have a pet!" The Centaur yer revealed a hint of greed: "It''s a pity. If it were in the wild, I would have killed you no matter what."


    "With a pet, you must have other good things on you too."


    And Sterl remained calm-faced.


    Until...


    The situation in the trial field changed again, causing the expressions of all yers to change!


    All the yers were scattered, spread across various parts of the arena.


    However, what they saw—