The altar stone was colder than expected.
This was Feng Huan's first clear thought when he was pressed in the center of the altar. His cheek was pressed against the rough stone, and he could feel the dense lines carved on it—the symbols of the national destiny system, which were slowly glowing, extracting the last trace of life from his body.
Twelve stone pillars stood around, with people tied to each pillar. Like Feng Huan, they are all E-level evaluators and are judged by the system as waste with "no existence value".
"Done."
A mechanical female voice sounded above the altar. Feng Xuan reluctantly raised his head and saw a huge light screen emerging in mid-air, with two names and two values displayed on it.
"Han Civilization, current national luck value: 23." Guangmu paused, "Sakura Civilization, current national luck value: 41."
Feng Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
