"This type of issue falls under core spatial matters; please verify your military rank to inquire at the core space."

Seeing the prompt from the Nightmare Mark, and fortunately having ample time, Fang Senyan returned to the top-level space once more. This time it was empty and quiet.

After sitting down, Fang Senyan brought up the menu: "ID Number 1018... Reading in progress." "Identity confirmation..." "Your current Nightmare Mark level is Second Lieutenant." "Your current Merit Value is 58 points." "Your currently available services are as follows:" "A: Purchase items and equipment related to military rank." (Access detailed purchase list) "B: Consult classified data related to military rank." (This function may incur a fee) "C: Apply to establish a team." "D: Receive military rank subsidy." (Your current subsidy is: one free purchase of a rank-related reward item, which must be within your current clearance level) "E: Accept a rank mission." (Please obtain this mission) "F: Exit current team." (This service is unavailable; you are currently in a temporary team) "G: Other."

"Huh??" Fang Senyan immediately spotted that "Accept a rank mission" was available. He clicked on it at once and found it clearly stated: "Your current rank is: Second Lieutenant." "Please submit: Two Bloody Keys within two worlds." "You may also choose to submit additional Bloody Keys for extra rewards, up to a maximum of four."

Fang Senyan directly queried his doubts and received the following response. "The Spatial Battlefield will open in a limited number of worlds. If you are dissatisfied with the randomly selected world, a Silver-grade team can exchange 2 Merit Points for one chance to re-draw an entry world."

Fang Senyan immediately queried again: "In which specific worlds will the Spatial Battlefield open?"

The space provided the prompt: "............"

Fang Senyan looked at the answer, took a deep breath, and his gaze grew deeper: "Very good. That world actually exists. I didn't expect that thing to be useful so soon! Then... it has to be that one, the Gold Sub-plot that no one has ever conquered before? ... Here I come!"

As time passed, more and more people gathered in the space. Clearly, the Contractors chosen by the space this time were formidable. Mogansa also asked Fang Senyan if he still needed people, mentioning he could still call a few skilled fighters if necessary.

Fang Senyan shook his head: "It's not a shortage of manpower right now. With the attributes of a Silver team revealed, plus Reef and I anchoring the 'double M' positions, people are practically lining up to join. So, manpower isn't an urgent issue. Skill can be set aside; reliability is the primary concern. If I go calling for people now, I'll just be looked down upon. I need to wait until people are begging me to join the team so they'll cherish this hard-won opportunity!"

Since Fang Senyan had said so, Mogansa scratched his head and said no more. With some time left before entering the world, Mogansa naturally pulled Reef aside to share the promised Pandora Ore, allowing him to enhance his forging skills. Fang Senyan, meanwhile, went to the space's training grounds to exercise.

When the time came to enter the next world, the original spatial plaza was already restricted to Contractors. Gradually, a crimson dot began to appear there. This dot was mysterious and deep, then slowly extended out in two directions, occasionally dispersing intensely fierce sparks, as if a pair of invisible giant hands were tearing space apart with brute force.

Immediately, a massive blood-red portal formed, resembling the shape of a giant mouth, possessing a terrifying capacity to swallow everything. Within the portal, indescribable ripples surged, like the constantly churning tides of a vast ocean, seemingly ready to devour anyone who stepped in without spitting out even a single bone.

Following the prompt from the Nightmare Mark, the surrounding protective shields automatically vanished, and the Contractors filed in. Under the illumination of the blood-red light, the bodies of team members emitted faint, different-colored glows.

However, many teams only showed very faint glows, requiring close inspection to distinguish, but as Fang Senyan and his group approached, the brilliant silver light enveloping their bodies was undeniably clear. To use a cliché, their appearance was like the stark contrast between starlight and moonlight, truly drawing all eyes! If not for the protective mechanisms within the space, they might have caused a genuine spectacle.

Fang Senyan hadn't anticipated such a sensational effect and hurriedly queried his Nightmare Mark to conceal it. This avoided attracting unwanted attention. The three of them stepped through the blood-red gate and experienced a dizzying sensation, landing in the mysterious location set against the backdrop of cosmic space—a place they had previously used for debriefings after clearing missions, but which now served as a staging area before entering space.

The Nightmare Mark gave Fang Senyan a prompt: "Ace Team members are currently gathered." "Team: Ace current level Lv0." "Team size: Small." "Team Grade: Silver." "You are qualified to participate in this Low-Intensity Spatial Battlefield!" "Do you accept this summons to participate? Yes/No?" "You may refuse this summons, but the intensity of the Spatial Battlefield for the next summons will be automatically raised by one tier, and participation will be mandatory!"

Since Fang Senyan had made up his mind to fight, he naturally selected: Yes.

Next came the main event. Based on the data he had previously accessed using his Second Lieutenant rank, Fang Senyan directly made a request: "The Ace Team's grade is: Silver." "I wish to exercise the team leader's privilege to view the world we are about to enter for participation!"

The space responded quickly: "Application approved, drawing... The world Ace Team will enter for participation is: Star Wars Spatial Battlefield."

Fang Senyan immediately chose to veto: "I wish to exercise the team leader's privilege and request to spend 2 Merit Points to re-draw the world for participation!" "Application approved, drawing... The Ace Team will enter the world for participation in: Terminator Spatial Battlefield!"

Fang Senyan continued to veto. "Application approved, drawing... The world the Ace Team will enter for participation is: Avatar Spatial Battlefield!"

After spending a full 4 Merit Points, Fang Senyan saw the word "Avatar" and let out a long breath, clenching his fist and raising it in the air! "Yes! This is it!"

However, the next message that popped up immediately poured a bucket of cold water on Fang Senyan: "Warning! Avatar Spatial Battlefield level is at least Normal!" "Warning! Avatar Spatial Battlefield level is at least Normal!" "Notice: The intensity of the Avatar Spatial Battlefield may reach Medium." "You may encounter Reserve Colonizers in the battlefield!" "Warning: You may encounter additional dangers!" "Due to the unique nature of this world, you may draw for a world again, free of charge."

Fang Senyan was stunned, as he didn't know what Reserve Colonizers were. Reef, however, understood: they referred to Contractors who had reached the 50-point maximum but hadn't yet passed the final trial! They possessed the immense power that came after breaking the limit—though its use was restricted in frequency! These Reserve Colonizers were like time bombs, capable of detonating at any moment!

Low-intensity Spatial Battlefields would not feature Reserve Colonizers. One might ask if Reef wasn't one? That's right; he had already wasted the one-week trial period. If he dared to break the limit again, there would be no turning back; he'd have to force his way through regardless of preparation.

More importantly, once Reef broke the limit again, he would be permanently locked in, receiving no benefits from missions. Thus, the space had its reasons for excluding Reef from the Reserve Colonizers.

"Medium intensity, what difficulty level is that approximately?" Fang Senyan frowned and slowly asked Mogansa.

Mogansa glanced at Reef, and the two calculated together, reaching a relatively authoritative and stable conclusion: it should be around B+ difficulty. It wouldn't be lower than B-level difficulty, nor higher than A-level.

"At this difficulty... it's at least one tier lower than the Lord of the Rings world! Plus, we have ample manpower and teams available to utilize. Why am I still hesitating?"

A fierce glint flashed in Fang Senyan's eyes, and he spoke word by word: "Depart!" "Teleporting to the Avatar World Battlefield!" "Beginning entry into the battlefield planet..." "Beginning data matching..." "Beginning faction assignment..." "Spacetime node locked." "Beginning assimilation of characters with this world..." "Beginning world entry..."

Mighty blue giants defend their territory, Trace amounts of highly toxic hydrogen cyanide dilute their air, Acid rain pours down at night, Venom, arrows, and mutated winged beasts are their weapons. As interstellar fleets roar in overhead, Conflict and death begin to breed.

Fang Senyan opened his eyes amidst intense gunfire. Before him was a piece of white reinforced plastic, about the size of a ventilation duct, embedded with a palm-sized, clear LCD screen displaying a stream of information: "Second Lieutenant, welcome to Planet Pandora."