A year later, in the Virtual Realm's Battlefield Domain:
A group of five individuals cautiously walked, searching for their next prey.
"There are two people up ahead, be ready," commanded Hans, their leader.
However, as they prepared to advance, their scout noticed another group of individuals not far from them.
"Stop, stay in position," Hans ordered.
In the Battlefield Domain, they only had one life; if they failed, they could only remain diocre for life.
Suddenly, as they cautiously moved forward, waiting for their chance, they noticed more and more groups.
More groups an more uncertainty and chaos.
"Are we being ambushed?" one of the mbers said.
"No, sothing must be attracting them here," Hans concluded confidently.
He still trusted in his group's camouflage
Observing the direction everyone was heading, he could only deduce that sothing lay ahead.
Curious, they cautiously followed the flow of people until they reached a sowhat intact city.
"Shadowcrest Market?" they murmured reading the plaque.
Markets were not uncommon in this Battlefield Domain.
Despite the chaos, there was still so order to follow.
Most of these markets were resource points spontaneously created by prodigies with affluent backgrounds who preferred not to fight.
In this virtual battlefield, aside from the natal weapon integrated into their 'Origin'.
All external treasures, talismans, jade amulets, armors, mount—anything external to the body—were banned.
They could only mine and harvest resources around them to forge their weapons.
Fortunately, most who reached the Tier 9 realm had at least a skill or two in their arsenal that could utilize resources.
Furthermore, resources in the Battlefield Domain were abundant; even Tier 10 materials could be found with patience.
Using these resources, they could demonstrate their adaptability to their environnt better.
Seeing others enter and exit the Shadowcrest Market freely, they were sure it wasn't a trap.
"Perfect, let's replenish our supplies."
Entering the city, they were halted by a puppet.
"Please pay 10 points for entry," the puppet said chanically.
"10 points? Why not just rob us?"
10 points were already a significant sum; each individual entering the Battlefield Domain was only worth 1 point.
They would need to kill ten newcors just to earn the 10 points for the entrance fee.
Moreover, this was only the periphery of the Battlefield Domain.
The land is barren and weak individuals roam.
Even those who had been here for a few years only had a few thousand points.
Looking at the puppet, who was at the sa tier as them, they reluctantly complied.
"Pay up!" Hans said coldly.
Reluctantly paying the fee, they entered the city market.
Inside, they were sowhat shocked to find order amidst the chaos.
Rows of shops, pavilions, restaurants, entertainnt venues, hotels—it resembled a real city.
"Did we co to the wrong place?" joked one of the mbers.
Building such a city wasn't easy.
Even though it was just the periphery of the Battlefield Domain, the dangers it held were not trivial.
Such a large city ant a bigger target, a gathering of a large number of points.
With the madness of people in the Battlefield Domain, without sufficient strength, this city would have been trampled long ago.
"You seem new here. Curious how this place ca to be?" a fruit seller asked with a smile.
"Can you tell us?" Hans asked.
"Haha, sure. Why don't you buy so of my fruits?"
"Pack it all," Hans replied generously.
"What a generous patron! That will be only 30 points, thank you!" the fruit seller thanked with a grin.
Though reluctant, Hans quickly paid for the fruits.
Inviting them to sit, the fruit seller thodically recounted the city's story.
Shadowcrest Market was built just a year ago.
Initially, there were only a few individuals in this ruined city.
After roughly restoring the city, the City Lord, Lux began recruiting people within a million-mile radius.
Regardless of disability or weakness, as long as they had so ability, he generously compensated them in dinsional coins as long as they worked for him.
Most who ca to the Battlefield Domain didn't have the delusion that they would be accepted by those top organizations.
They would already be satisfied if so middle-tier forces took an interest and recruited them.
Others were also here to test their strength against the world's best.
After clashing with others, most of them realized that they were just diocre and were ready to give up.
They already reached their peak and have eternal life.
With their skills, living decently shouldn't be a problem.
Lux exploited this ntality, recruiting them with a large remuneration.
He had a few hundred septillions in his bank, which most tier-10 individuals didn't even have.
Spending it to earn points, even if he spent it all was worth it.
With such a fragrant bait, millions of individuals who received the recruitnt notice quickly joined the market.
In normal tis, they might only earn a few million dinsional coins working around the clock for a year.
Now, by producing daily necessities and treasures, they could easily earn billions in the city.
The City Lord, Lux was also generous, exchanging their points at a rate of a million per point.
With such generosity, how could they not be loyal?
"Amazing! What a rich man!"
Looking at their points, even they were a little tempted to sell it.
A thousand points is a billion dinsional coins, such a large sum was enough for them to enjoy for a while.
"How does the City Lord manage to keep the City?" Hans inquired.
Though City Lord Lux recruited many people, it wasn't enough to defend the place.
Gathering the weak couldn't thwart the plots of the strong.
"Oh, that. Do you see the puppets patrolling around?"
"They were created by the brothers, His Excellencies Sam and Luke."
"Though individually weak, their numbers are massive."
"Hidden in the city's underground base are probably millions of puppets!" the fruit seller reminisced.
A few months earlier, a group of individuals dared to attack the city.
Who knew what was waiting for them was a swarm of fully equipped tier 9 puppets.
No matter how powerful, they were easily subdued by the sheer numbers of the puppet and the City array defense.
"There are also the 8 Valkyrie Guardians of Shadowcrest Market."
"Though they seldom take action, in their presence, no enemy dared to stand eye to eye."
In the city's early days, there were too many enemies.
However, the 8 Valkyries treated the city as a harvesting machine, luring even more people to their deaths.
Thousands upon thousands lost their thoughts and attacked the city regardless of consequence only to be killed in the end.
Thinking of the past sent shivers down the shopkeeper's spine.
"Anyway, besides being expensive, the city is very safe."
...
In the Battlefield Domain Observation Center, a group of powerful individuals patiently analyzed each participant, seeking potential seeds.
"Hey, these husband and wife are amazing!" Jonathan, a Tier 11 powerhouse of the Ashura Sect, murmured seeing Max and Ella fight.
"Husband and wife? my target is also husband and wife," Albert, a Tier 11 powerhouse from the Eternal Sect, noted.
"Who?"
"It's another couple—Neo and Aria."
"Oh, those two? Their fighting style seems well-suited to your 'turtle' fighting style," Jonathan joked.
"Haha, it seems so."
"Tsk, what a bunch of brutes," Alexandra from the Immortal Palace muttered in dissatisfaction with their loudness.
"Alexandra, don't be so moody. We're discussing potential seedlings here," Albert chided gently.
"Don't worry about that Amazonian. What do you think about those 8 Valkyries, Albert? Do you think they'd suit our Ashura Sect?"
"8 Valkyries? No, they've already been booked by the Immortal Palace!" Alexandra interjected, hearing their discussion.
"Haha, I don't believe in advance bookings. I might recruit them later, see if they like us more!" Jonathan retorted nonchalantly.
"Hmph! You dare!" Alexandra responded with a fighting spirit.
"Oh? What interesting discussion are you having there?" Charlotte from the Divine Sect interjected, turning her attention to the trio.
"We're talking about these seedlings," Albert replied, sharing the information.
"Hmm? They seem related to each other," Charlotte observed with interest.
As a top seer, even though the virtual world obscured most information, Charlotte quickly deduced their familial resemblance.
"It seems so?" Pondering this, they quickly rewound the virtual battlefield feeds.
Seeing the seedlings they were interested in together from the beginning, they confird they were related.
"Oh? The others are interesting too!"
"Lux, a talented businessman. And these two, what talented chanics."
With excitent, they regarded each seedling as though searching for treasure.
"Just where in the Dinsional Alliance are these monsters from?"
Though the seedlings only have a few hundred magnitudes of power at most, they were already impressed.
The energy they emitted indicated they were from a Tier 9 dinsion at best.
Most didn't even possess dinsional-level physique.
To have even hundreds of magnitudes of power was a miracle in itself.
If they were from a Tier 12 dinsion, they wondered how they would fare against the prodigies of the Dinsional Alliance.
"It seems we've found sothing good this ti..."
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