Chapter 85: Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations

At an altitude of ten thousand meters, the plane flew smoothly.

Lin Mo enjoyed the military-provided afternoon tea with ease.

【The 'Fireball Spell' was utterly disdainful: What the hell is this junk? There isn't a single fire element in it.】

【The 'Earth Shield Spell' was also muttering: Master... I want to eat dirt. That mine just now looked like it had a nice texture...】

Lin Mo rolled his eyes:

"This damn thing is a plane at twenty thousand meters high. Where the hell am I supposed to find good stuff for you to eat? You'll have plenty when we get to the school."

"Also, Xiao Tu, what did you just say? I'm a normal human. Eating dirt is impossible. I will never eat dirt in my entire life."

【The 'Earth Shield Spell' looked aggrieved: But Master... that wasn't ordinary mud. That was hard soil rich in rare minerals. It's very chewy...】

【The 'Earth Shield Spell' tried to bargain: How about... just one taste? Just one bite...】

"Get lost."

Lin Mo replied coolly.

Just then,

"Wow! There's even mousse cake!"

Han Mengqing darted to Lin Mo's table and shamelessly reached out to grab a piece of cake.

Lin Mo didn't mind.

After all, the portion of this military-provided afternoon tea was simply too large.

Even if he ate it alone, he wouldn't finish it by tomorrow morning.

"Han Mengqing, are you a pig?"

Han Mengyao followed behind, looking at her younger sister's starving ghost reincarnated appearance, couldn't help but sigh, her eyes full of disdain:

"You've been eating non-stop on the bus, and you just devoured two bags of potato chips in the lounge. Now that you've woken up, you want to eat again?"

"Is your stomach connected to a different dimension?"

Han Mengqing didn't take it seriously at all.

She stuffed the cake into her mouth with a "Awoosh," her cheeks bulging like a hamster:

"None of your business... Your Young Lady is still growing! How can I grow tall if I don't eat more?"

After speaking, she defiantly licked the cream from the corner of her mouth, plopped herself onto the sofa opposite Lin Mo, and casually aimed for the macarons on the plate.

Chu Lingxuan followed over somewhat nervously, nodded at Lin Mo, and sat down next to Han Mengqing.

The three of them took their seats.

Han Mengqing chewed on the cake while scrolling through her phone.

"That's strange..."

"What's going on? Why can't I find anything at all?"

Han Mengqing stared at the screen, looking puzzled.

"Searching for what?"

Lin Mo asked casually.

Han Mengqing continued scrolling through her phone while saying:

"The video of us fighting the beast tide on the train just now!"

"Just now on the bus, I clearly saw many passengers recording, and even several were live-streaming to ask for rockets."

"I wanted to relive the heroic image of Big Shot Lin Mo, but I searched the entire internet and couldn't find a single hair!"

Lin Mo was stunned.

He didn't care much about this, after all, he didn't want to be an internet celebrity.

But being completely unsearchable was a bit strange.

At this moment, Han Mengyao said coolly:

"If you could find it, that would be the real ghost story."

"Don't forget our current identity."

"Identity?"

Lin Mo was somewhat confused, "Long Xu Ban students?"

"Exactly."

Han Mengyao's expression became somewhat serious:

"Long Xu Ban students' files are all top-level state secrets, especially for new students."

"Before officially entering the 'Battlefield', our abilities, skills, and combat styles cannot be leaked."

"Battlefield?"

Lin Mo keenly caught this keyword.

It was no wonder.

Since crossing over these years, his mind was filled only with how to spend money and how to enjoy life.

Regarding such matters, he always let them go in one ear and out the other.

Even if his father occasionally mentioned a sentence or two at the dinner table, the him at that time had treated it as wind in his ears.

"Exactly, Battlefield."

Han Mengyao looked at Lin Mo and explained patiently:

"Do you think the state established the Long Xu Ban with only twenty people just to cultivate future supreme combat power?"

"Huh? Isn't that it?"

Han Mengqing, with a spoon in her mouth, looked blankly: "Isn't it for us to go somewhere later to be high officials and guard against the beast tide?"

Han Mengyao took a deep breath, the impulse to freeze her younger sister into an ice sculpture growing ever stronger.

She glared at Han Mengqing with the frustration of someone who hates iron for not becoming steel:

"How many times has Mom said it at the dinner table? Are your ears stuffed with cotton, or is your brain stuffed with cake?"

"Every time we talk about serious matters, you fall asleep; every time it's critical, you know nothing!"

Han Mengqing shrank her neck, muttering guiltily in a small voice:

"Th-that's because the family meals are too delicious! Who has the mind to listen to nagging..."

Han Mengyao was too lazy to deal with this foodie and turned her head to look at Lin Mo:

"Of course, it's not just that."

Her tone became solemn:

"Long Xu Ban new students, besides being cultivated as the future highest combat power of Dragon Nation, also bear an extremely important and special responsibility: the 'Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations'."

"At regular intervals, the 'Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations' opens; there, each nation is limited to entering no more than twenty professionals."

"And soon, the level-30 Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations will open; at that time, we will represent our nation, competing for resources alongside top-tier professionals of the same level from other nations."

Speaking of this, Han Mengyao paused, a flash of fervor passing through her eyes:

"The level-30 Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations will produce an extremely important strategic resource: 【Class-Specific Weapon】!"

"That is an existence of immense power; at the same level and with equal strength, the side possessing a specific weapon can easily crush the side without one."

After hearing Han Mengyao's explanation, Lin Mo suddenly understood.

So that's how it is.

No wonder the intelligence on Long Xu Ban new students was kept so secret, even to the point of mobilizing national power to delete videos and block news.

They were afraid our skills and trump cards would be learned by other nations in advance, causing us to suffer losses in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations.

No wonder the nation had to establish a Long Xu Ban.

It was to gather the nation's most elite new students to fight for specific weapons on the battlefield...

"However..."

Lin Mo frowned, voicing the doubt in his heart:

"Monsters are the common enemy of all humanity, right?"

"Since everyone faces the threat of monsters, why don't all nations unite, distribute the specific weapons properly, and fight monsters together? Why fight each other on the battlefield instead?"

"Isn't this internal friction?"

Han Mengqing nodded frantically:

"Yes, yes!"

"Just like when we play cards; since we must deal with the landlord together, the farmers must surely unite. Where is the logic of farmers throwing bombs at each other?"

Han Mengyao sighed and shook her head:

"Farmers and the landlord? Little sister, your metaphor is cute."

"But if this hand of cards ends with the winner taking all, and the loser not only loses all their assets but must also leave their life behind, would you still trust the teammate sitting opposite you?"

Han Mengyao looked at Lin Mo and explained slowly:

"Lin Mo, you are right; this is indeed internal friction, but this internal friction is the inevitable result of human greed."

"Long ago, when the first Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations opened, humanity was indeed as you imagined."

"At that time, the five strongest nations signed a convention, agreeing that after entering the battlefield, produced resources would be distributed according to need."

"And the result?"

Han Mengyao chuckled lightly and shook her head:

"When the first 【Taboo-Level Specific Weapon】 appeared, the convention became a piece of waste paper."

Hearing this, Han Mengqing blinked her big eyes and said innocently:

"Th-then... then just submit? Although the reputation sounds bad, at least there's a thigh to hug, and we can survive! It's better than being eaten by monsters, right?"

Han Mengyao turned her head, looking at her own silly-sweet younger sister:

"Do you think submitting allows you to live well?"

"The people of the annexed nations became second-class citizens, or even slaves."

"Their resources were plundered clean, and their young people who awakened professions were forcibly conscripted into the so-called 'Suicide Squads'."

Han Mengqing listened with her mouth agape, her small face turning pale.

Han Mengyao continued speaking:

"Our Dragon Nation also lived extremely miserably during that period."

"Countless predecessors, during those years, fought to the death on the battlefield to guard a single city, leaving no bones behind."

"Until, in a Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations, we obtained the first Taboo-Level Specific Weapon belonging to our Dragon Nation, 'Divine Dragon Bastion', which broke this situation."

"Later, as more and more Taboo-Level Specific Weapons appeared, humanity finally possessed the capital to stand on equal footing with the monsters."

Speaking of this, Han Mengyao's tone became firm:

"All nations understand one truth: on the surface, we can resist monsters together, but in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Nations, it is each relying on their own ability, life and death are up to fate."

"We must grasp as many of these great weapons of mass destruction as possible."

"If a gun truly exists in this world that can completely end the monsters and end the apocalypse..."

Han Mengyao stared fixedly at Lin Mo:

"Then the finger holding the trigger must belong to our Dragon Nation."