But this time, he inexplicably felt his heart pounding.

It was beating so fast that it was hard to fall asleep.

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The next afternoon, a powerful roar echoed across the seaside.

"Rookies, remember this: no matter how impressive your resume may look, no matter how excellent your previous ratings were, no matter how prestigious your family background is, none of that matters to me!"

"In the face of the Ancient God Realm, and in my presence, you are all rookies! My name is Wan Rentu—remember it, because from this day forward, I will be your nightmare! Until the day you defeat me!"

"There will be no forgiveness, and certainly no mercy before me. I will hold you to the harshest standards, I will make you feel pain, taste pain, and even come to love pain! Because the more sweat and tears you shed here with me, the less blood you'll shed when confronting the Ancient God Clan in the future!"

"From this moment on, devil training begins!"

The waves of sound surged, as if the entire base was trembling.

To the unknowing, it might have seemed like an Ancient God Seed had risen from the dead.

Or perhaps a Fire Dragon was roaring.

Wan Rentu stood on the platform, dressed in a black trench coat, as sturdy and towering as an iron tower.

Behind him was a weapon bag containing thirteen various alchemy weapons.

They looked rather peculiar in design.

The eardrums of nearly all the Omega trainees in the second tier were trembling.

Those who could make it into the second tier were almost always heirs of powerful families, sects, or major factions, with quite a few talented individuals from more modest backgrounds. Every single one of them carried a sense of pride.

But against this instructor's opening salvo of psychological warfare, none of them dared to show even the slightest dissatisfaction.

After all, Instructor Wan was already infamous.

Since he had taken on the role of chief instructor, every class of Omega had been tormented miserably by his hands.

Especially recently, after Wan Rentu seemed to experience some sort of provocation.

He had been obsessively training his Slaughter Domain, nearly refining this extraordinary ability to its peak.

Legend had it that each path's extraordinary ability could be enhanced through rigorous training.

Although there was an upper limit, most people never reached it.

But Wan Rentu was different, as he was already a specialist in the Slaughter Domain.

He even resorted to doping and exchanged for a matching Mythical Weapon.

All for the sake of defeating one person.

The geniuses collectively turned their heads, gazing at the imposing and domineering figure at the forefront.

Gu Jianlin stood at the very front of the formation, feeling the stares from every direction, his face impassive.

Today, he wore a simple white shirt and black tailored pants, paired with white sneakers.

On his shoulder perched a parrot.

Besides that, he carried nothing—only a Desert Eagle at his waist and a dagger.

He was neither brawny nor overbearing, and had nothing to do with being imposing or domineering.

But what was different today was the presence of an extra person by his side.

Ji Xiaoyu.

The Little Princess, after enduring a whole night of being brutally beaten, was in a dazed state of existential crisis today, occasionally shuddering as she recalled the sheer terror of being utterly dominated.

Now, every time she saw a chair, her scalp tingled, and she trembled all over.

She had lived twelve whole years, but never before had she been beaten so mercilessly.

Even those who were stronger than her had never dared to lay a hand on her ruthlessly.

But this chair-wielding murderer was different—he had gone straight for a brutal assault, completely unafraid of any consequences.

Now, even her poison-crafting secret manual had been confiscated, and her poison bag was entirely used up.

She couldn't win in a fight.

It was both frustrating and humiliating.

To make matters worse, the Deep Space Network forums were plastered with photos of her being hung from a lamppost.

Utter humiliation.

The Little Princess was still in a deep haze of social death, utterly disoriented.

To top it off, her grandmother had even given the Golden Phoenix Feather to *him*.

While Ji Xiaoyu might have been a foolish brat, she wasn't so dense as to not understand that her grandmother had specifically arranged for someone to discipline her.

She decided to bide her time and avoid conflict for now.

She'd wait for an opening, then seize the opportunity to regain her honor.

And at this moment, hearing Instructor Wan's angry roar, a sly excitement rose within her.

An opening had appeared!

"Just you wait!"

Ji Xiaoyu secretly thrilled, already imagining the scene of this guy making a fool of himself under the Slaughter Domain.

In truth, a similar thought crossed the minds of other geniuses.

The rumors about the chair-wielding murderer painted him as a ruthless figure, able to ignore the effects of the Slaughter Domain, subdue the Little Princess—a renowned troublemaker—and boast terrifying battle achievements. It was no surprise he had made it into the second tier with ease.

But people always loved a good spectacle.

The higher a genius soared, the harder they fell!

"Perhaps you've already heard: the top ten from the Omega Sequence's first tier have all vanished. That's my failure. I was too lenient with them, which led to their downfall! I take full responsibility for this, and I will not make the same mistake twice! Therefore, every single one of you in the second tier—your training will now be doubled!"

Wan Rentu's roar caused nearly everyone to turn pale.

"Those who can endure this training will immediately be awarded an ancient token and join an honorable rescue mission!"

He paused. "As for the rest, you'll stay here and continue training until I'm satisfied."

Meanwhile, a few bystanders enjoying the show stood on the platform.

They were mostly first-tier elites serving as support roles.

A Nightmare, a Spirit Medium from the Spirit Medium Path, and a Fifth Rank Prophet.

The white prophet from North America didn't look too pleased, shrouded in his hood, exuding an unsettling gloom.