行尸走肉第3季

Ryan exited the stadium after asking around about Zuna.

He wasn't worried that she would tell, as now that she was his sex doll, Zuna couldn't talk about him even if she wanted to.

He was more interested in what information she had, both about the other torturers and the Grand Prince.

Ryan was told she had already been transported back to the prison, so he'd have to ask about her with Zizi after he took the competition by storm.

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The following day (21 days until the wedding...)

Today was the start of the competition, and after asking Stacy about the details, he was pretty sure he'd be screwed or dominate the competition.

Walking toward the large building erected just for the sign-up to the Military Summit, Ryan's eyes were wide in wonder as he saw all kinds of people walking in and out.

He saw dragons, lion-men, kobolds, dog people, and several different races he had never seen before.

Most looked humanoid, but Ryan spotted a crab-like race with giant blue tentacles coming from their backs.

He also caught a glimpse of a flying monster shaped vaguely like a bat.

But by far, the most prevalent race he saw was human.

Female members of the Kheaweth Military littered the streets alongside males.

The two groups stood apart, though. The male group walked towards the stadiums while the others headed into the building where they would register for the Military Summit.

After another moment, Ryan was surprised when he found himself standing in line, as well as many other male students awaiting admittance.

He saw about a 1/4th ratio of men to women, which, for a military event, was astounding in Ryan's eyes.

Ryan smiled. 'Looks like men's yearning to be a part of war didn't diminish on this planet either.'

After waiting for several minutes, Ryan was at the front of the line.

"Token, please," the guard said as she held up her hand.

Ryan handed over his token, and the woman inspected it before looking at Ryan with a sneer. "Scum from the Zol'Gan Empire, are you?"

Inspecting Ryan further, she chuckled. "And you don't even dare to be in your true form. Pathetic."

Ryan ignored the guard's comments and walked inside after he received the document of approval from the guard.

He had expected such comments long ago and was, in part, more relieved that the guard said something rather than remaining silent.

'The silent ones are always the dangerous ones,' Ryan recounted Aliza's words.

Usually, a person would be told what to do by the empire's representative they came with, but as Ryan was alone, he had to get his information from Stacy.

While Stacy didn't claim to know everything, she at least told him that the next step after getting his approval document was to seek out recruits.

For the Military Summit, the hosting empire would gather independent cultivators, usually from the Dawn Pavilion, to participate in battles, with the participants acting as leaders.

Looking up, Ryan saw a holographic sign with a large arrow pointing to the left saying, "Recruits Barracks."

Starting down this corridor, Ryan thought, 'Stacy told me that I would get a sheet of paper, and I could put down 15 names from the list of recruits in this barracks.'

Ryan's rubbed his chin. 'If anyone else put down the same name as me, they would do a lottery to see who gets the recruit. So it would be advantageous to find a diamond in the rough and contend with no one, then pick some superstar and have to get a lottery with 20 different people for them.'

Ryan knew the number of people participating in the competition was around 300, but there weren't enough recruits for everyone to get a squad.

The first test was to put down the correct names on the sheet. Only 100 participants would be allowed to form teams of five.

Those who could not garner five recruits from their list, for example, if the people they chose all got allocated via lottery to someone else, would be disqualified.

Ryan rubbed his hands together. 'But luckily, I have my energy vision from Emily, which can allow me to see the specialties of the recruits.'

Ryan entered a large seating area. He saw the 300 recruits demonstrating their abilities against various practice dummies. Many were using swords, staffs, daggers, and other weapons Ryan had never seen before.

Ryan needed to figure out where he wanted to start but decided that he'd first look for any high-ranking powerhouses.

He knew everyone in the competition would be capped at F-Rank, but generally, the higher the cultivation, the more experience and expertise one had.

'Oh, there's someone here that's A-Rank,' Ryan thought, seeing a girl swinging her long spear at another dummy.

She easily hit its weak spot, piercing it through.

Ryan walked over to the stands nearest the female soldier and called out activating pleasent face which he gathered from Emily. "Pardon me."

The young woman turned to him, showing a small, youthful face.

"Yes?"

Ryan showed his document of approval. "I was wondering if anyone had asked you to be part of their team yet.

She shook her head and said with a hesitant smile, "no, why?"

Ryan grinned and pushed his hair back, "Would you be willing to be a part of mine?"

This was another step in the process. First, one had to gain permission from the recruit to put them on your scorecard.

Ryan had activated a pleasant face because he assumed many women wouldn't be inclined to team up with a man.

'The skill has improved dramatically since its early stages, but I don't know how well it will work on an A-Ranked cultivator,' Ryan thought.

The girl looked at Ryan quizzically for a few seconds, then blushed. "I-I'm sorry. Yes, I'll be happy to be part of your team."

Ryan raised his eyebrow. 'I don't know what this girl is seeing, but she sure seems to like it.'