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It was already winter, and the cold wind blew bleakly. The lead-gray clouds hung thick in the sky, and at some point, snow had begun to fall, blanketing the earth in a layer of pure white, covering the cold world with a soft veil.

At a barbecue restaurant on the roadside in Yangzhou City, Jiangnan Base City, two men sat at a table near the window.

"It's been a long time since we've eaten together like this," said one, an incredibly handsome young man with deep, clear eyes, his black hair slightly disheveled. He bit into a chicken wing on a bamboo skewer, speaking indistinctly.

Across from him sat a tall, sturdy young man with short black hair, thin but solidly built.

"Yeah, this is the first time we've met since you went to the training camp," said Luo Feng, reflecting on how unpredictable life could be.

"What's the elite training camp like?" he asked, his tone filled with curiosity and a bit of excitement.

Wang Yi smiled mysteriously and didn't answer directly. "You'll find out when you get there."

Luo Feng didn't mind, laughing heartily. "I'm looking forward to it."

As they drank cold beer, ate barbecue, and reminisced about old times, Luo Feng felt himself relax. Having just survived several life-and-death crises, and now under the pressure of a massive bounty, sharing a meal and conversation with a close friend felt like a rare, peaceful escape.

Wang Yi, meanwhile, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man sitting across from him, a strange feeling stirring within him.

He suddenly remembered a saying: "You may think you're the protagonist, but in someone else's story, you're just a supporting character."

Everyone is the protagonist of their own life, with their own unique experiences and stories to live.

On January 12, 2057, Wang Yi wasn't solely focused on training or searching for relics of ancient civilizations. He was out shopping with Shen Yan on a bustling commercial street in Jiangnan Base City when his phone rang.

Wang Yi glanced at the girl beside him, who was curiously looking around, and pulled out his phone.

It was an email from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

"So, it's time," Wang Yi thought, unsurprised.

"Commissioner Wang Yi: Please report to the Global Headquarters of Extreme Martial Arts Hall in Hongning Base City before 6 PM on January 15. At that time, numerous Gods of War will gather to venture into the 'Remains of Ancient Civilization No. 9' together..."

The message went on to explain more details about the site.

Wang Yi had already been mentally preparing for this moment. The No. 9 Civilization Remains, unlike other more dangerous ruins in the world's three major Jedi, had yet to be explored fully.

Still, Wang Yi hesitated. He wasn't sure if he would actually participate in the trial or simply check in, claim his reward, and leave.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yan, who had been by his side all day, noticed the change in his expression and asked with concern.

"It's nothing," Wang Yi said with a smile. "I was just thinking that the bed at home seems too small and not very sturdy. I'm considering whether to replace it with a bigger one."

"Pervert!" Shen Yan's face turned bright red as she playfully pinched Wang Yi's waist.

In the heart of Jiangnan's main city, near Jiangnan University, Wang Yi had purchased a private villa for Shen Yan and a few others to stay in. Although they mostly lived in their school dormitories, they would occasionally come to the villa when Wang Yi visited. He would drop by Jiangnan University once or twice a week, even while traveling the world for training and sign-ins.

The villa itself wasn't much different from the other luxury properties in the area, except for one notable feature: the large, incredibly sturdy bed in the bedroom, specially made from materials capable of withstanding the attacks of lord-level monsters.

Wang Yi was now a high-level God of War, a spiritual master at the pinnacle of Extreme Martial Arts Hall, with a status that commanded immense respect in Jiangnan Base City. A mere stomp from him would shake the entire city. Even the HR Alliance had to treat him with politeness.

Despite all this, Wang Yi remained dedicated to his practice and personal growth, continuing his daily routine of traveling the world for sign-ins. He found that as his strength increased, it became harder to obtain valuable rewards from ordinary places. Only the most dangerous sites or lairs of beings stronger than the Gods of War held potential treasures for him.

The ruins of ancient civilizations, however, continued to surprise him and helped him grow even more powerful.

By now, Wang Yi had reached the level of a sixth-rank planetary warrior and a fifth-rank planetary spiritual Master. If Hong and Thunder God knew this, they would be shocked.

On the afternoon of January 15, Wang Yi bid farewell to his family and lover, then took his intelligent fighter jet, "Black Dragon," to the Extreme Martial Arts Hall's global headquarters.

Since no ancient protective equipment like the "Black God Suit" could be used inside the No. 9 Civilization Remains, only Earth-made protective gear was allowed, though ancient civilization weapons could still be used. Wang Yi stored his Black God Suit in his space ring and donned his combat uniform, strapping two war blades to his back, and confidently strode into the headquarters.

Inside the vast, spaceship-like building, Wang Yi was led to a lounge where several war gods were already seated. Among them were three Chinese men, two Caucasians, and two Indians.

Wang Yi chatted briefly with the three Chinese war gods before being ushered into a quiet, wooden room that smelled faintly of incense. In the room, a man in black stood with his back to them. His mere presence commanded awe.

"The leader!" all eight of them, including Wang Yi, bowed slightly.

Hong turned around, his gaze sweeping across the room before briefly resting on Wang Yi. He spoke calmly, "You should all understand the risks of entering the No. 9 Civilization Remains. If anyone wishes to back out, now is the time."

No one spoke.

"Very well," Hong said, without further words.

"Enchantress."

A figure emerged from the shadows outside the door—a mysterious woman clad in a black robe, with long black hair and a golden mask that concealed most of her face. Only her eyes, nose, and mouth were visible, but they were enough to reveal her extraordinary beauty. Her eyes, in particular, were stunning.

Enchantress was one of Hong's three personal guards, renowned for her loyalty and prowess. Wang Yi, seeing her in person for the first time, couldn't help but take another glance. Indeed, she was a striking beauty.