The Fifth Test Players excitedly emerged, basking in the novelty of the game.

"So real! It's so real, I can even smell this girl's body odor!"

"Bro, take a good look! This girl is from the Fox Demon Race. Can't you see her fluffy ears and the tail on her butt?"

"The Fifth Test actually lets us choose our race directly! I immediately chose the Ghost Shark Race. The Ghost Shark King is my favorite Non-player Character!"

"The Demon Race is the strongest! I'm going to restore the glory of the Flame Demon Race!"

"..."

「Fifth Test.」

In addition to being directly upgraded to the Tribulation Realm, Players could also choose their own races. Because during the Fourth Test, the Veteran Players hadn't completely figured out a method to change races, the System incorporated race changes directly into the Fifth Test.

Players from the House of Evolution initially regretted being unable to continue their research, but now, seeing the New Players arrive, their eyes lit up! What is this? A perk? Did the System send them test subjects directly?

"Professor, look at that Demon Race member. After the Flame Demon Race was wiped out, we lost all leads for our research, but now we can finally resume."

"Over there, someone chose the Water Demon Race. Their unique physiology is truly fascinating."

"There are even Players choosing the Succubus Race. Is this girl really here to play the game?"

"Do you think if the Human Race has relations with other races, a new race could be born? How about it, Archer, want to help us test that?"

"Stop dreaming. I've tried that already; it's futile."

"Holy crap, Archer is awesome! Truly a role model for our generation, to think he already had such thoughts."

"..."

The newly arrived Fifth Test Players were brimming with excitement. Each began exploring the game, eager to see if it lived up to the hype on the forums. However, they were completely oblivious to the fact that Veteran Players were already setting their sights on them. Apart from the research-enthusiast Players, the rest of the Veteran Players saw them as walking Contribution Points. Each one was worth 100 Contribution Points. 13,900 New Players—this was a veritable treasure trove!

As the New Players were immersed in experiencing the game, they also turned their attention to the surrounding Veteran Players, especially the famous ones from the forums.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't that the Top Assassin Player, Junlin? He's so cool. Are those people around him from Lingxiao Hall?"

"Goddess Wanwan, look at me, look at me! I'm one of your die-hard fans."

"Brothers from Wood Leaf Village, I'm Hugging Chang'e and Roasting Jade Rabbit! I've come this time specifically to join Boss Dung Beetle. You've got to save me a spot."

"Is that the First Military Advisor, Chaotic Dance Steps? He looks just average. Now that I've arrived, the position of First Military Advisor will be mine in the future."

"..."

The gaze of the New Players towards the Veteran Players was filled not just with envy and jealousy, but also with provocation! That's right! Barefaced provocation. They had already received a prompt from the System. Their Realm was now equal to that of the Veteran Players. This meant they didn't have to struggle to survive as the Veteran Players once did.

Xu Nian was quite pleased with the New Players' expressions and nodded with a smile. "Quiet!"

At his command, all the New Players were forcibly muted.

He then continued, "Fellow new disciples, joining our Profound Yellow Sect isn't an easy task. You need the validation of the old disciples. Earning their approval is simple: you just need to overcome them with your Power. You can choose to form a team to challenge them, but at most three Players per team. As long as you win, you can earn Contribution Points, and the quicker your victory, the more Contribution Points you'll get!"

As he finished speaking, the New Players were unmuted. But as soon as they could speak, a noisy commotion erupted Inside the Profound Yellow Sect.

"We're starting with a fight? Then let's test the physical strength of my Flame Demon Race!"

"Contribution Points are the hard currency in this game. I heard that the Three Great Merchants have already started collecting Contribution Points, and it's even at the rate of 0.180555556."

"Isn't the path to wealth and prosperity laid out right before us? Anybody want to team up? I'm from the Demon Race's Ghost Rat Clan, and I specialize in assassination."

"The Players in the Top Ten of the Combat Power List must be really strong. We can just give up challenging them—after all, you have to pick the soft persimmons."

"..."

New Players were quickly coming up with plans, starting to look for teammates on the spot to challenge the Veteran Players. And the Veteran Players just watched them with a nonchalant expression. Sometimes, having more people isn't an advantage. Without the Five Elements Technique, let alone the Eight Gates Escape Armor and Armament Haki, Tribulation Realm Combat Power is just empty talk! Ridiculous. Do New Players really think they can stage a rebellion?

"I really hope someone chooses me. I need Contribution Points badly right now."

"Please, have you seen your Power? Only a crazy New Player would choose someone in the Top 100 of the Combat Power List."

"Those in the Top Ten are probably a lost cause. If I were a Newcomer, I definitely wouldn't choose them."

"Those ten are monsters. Besides, they're not lacking Contribution Points; they probably couldn't care less about one or two hundred, right?"

"..."

Veteran Players were well aware that New Players looking to choose opponents would naturally pick the weakest ones, or, to put it another way, those Life Players without much Combat Power. That way, relying on their team advantage, they would have a better chance of winning against the Veteran Players, wouldn't they?

Dung Beetle sat somewhat helplessly on the Magpie Bridge Immortal, surrounded by a crowd of Wood Leaf Village Players, each one also buzzing with excitement. They were different from Dung Beetle; they had a real chance of being chosen. How could they possibly miss such an opportunity for free Contribution Points?

"Why did they have to set it up like this? I don't have many Contribution Points either. Can't they let me earn some?" Dung Beetle felt a bit wronged. He wasn't that strong himself; why was he in the Top Ten of the Combat Power List? That didn't make any sense.

Steady as an Old Dog looked at him and whispered, "Boss, how many Contribution Points do you have now?"

"A bit over 9,000, I guess. It's nowhere near enough to spend." Dung Beetle sighed. "At most, that means I can die about 90 more times. Plus, with the new version launching, there will certainly be new Cultivation Techniques released. I just don't know if I'll be able to afford any."

Over 9,000 Contribution Points?! Steady as an Old Dog and the others couldn't help but roll their eyes. Is he humblebragging, Versailles-style? Each of them is so rich, yet here they are, crying poor? There were still Players in Wood Leaf Village who didn't even have 900 Contribution Points. Some Players, desperate for Earning Contribution Points, had even started contacting the House of Evolution, preparing to offer themselves as experimental subjects.

It couldn't be helped; the House of Contribution was flush with cash and held a lot of Contribution Points. Plus, the Great Inventor was on their side. Behind him was Antarctic, the number one capitalist, who didn't care at all about Contribution Points. By the end of the Fourth Test, Antarctic had already achieved financial freedom! Smashing down a few million Contribution Points—wouldn't that be enough to give even Old Mo a headache?

"Right," Dung Beetle suddenly turned his head and asked. "I asked you to contact Antarctic to inquire about the situation. Have you done that?"

"I already asked. Antarctic said he could lend a maximum of One Hundred Thousand Contribution Points, but the interest is five percent. I think we could borrow some from him," Steady as an Old Dog said softly. "Boss, are we really going down the loan route? The interest alone might be enough to make us cry."

Dung Beetle shook his head. "You all know the situation with the new version. Contribution Points are what's most important. After this Task, the Fifth Test Players will definitely have a large amount of Contribution Points. Besides collecting from them, our only option is to borrow from Antarctic."

The Fifth Test had just started; there surely wouldn't be many Tasks, so they had little hope of earning a lot of Contribution Points. The Contribution Hall would definitely release new Cultivation Techniques, and they had to find a way to acquire them. Otherwise, Wood Leaf Village's Combat Power would be surpassed by other Players. So, this version was when Contribution Points were truly essential, but unfortunately, the Players currently didn't have many.

"Here they come! Some New Players are up for a challenge!"

Suddenly, Starting with a Dog called out to Everyone.

Three Players walked out onto the field, all from the Human Race. They stood side by side, looking around at the Veteran Players on the ground and in the air.

"Sect Leader, the person we'd like to challenge is... Brother South Pole!"

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