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Five people woke up in the same white light. No one knows where this is. The one who only relied on floating words never showed up from beginning to end. It gives them tasks, time, and a catalog from which to choose abilities. Then it fell silent. Zhou Ye did not choose a special ability, but chose a tactical plan. Zhou Yan looked down at the palm of his hand and said: "Seventh minute." No one asked what the seventh minute was. When they stepped into the teleportation light, no one looked back. —— But they don't know—— That ball of light only has 29 days left. The five call-up quotas have been exhausted. Those were the only five it could come up with. It doesn't know how long it can last. It doesn't even know—— The last page of the operational notes left by the former chief god reads: "I only have five chances." "I picked five people who are the best at fighting." "Four survived." "But they still hate me." The cursor is flashing. It deleted the line. It doesn't tell them. It just watched the five light spots getting further and further away. Wait. ——They don't know what it's waiting for either.