Earth, China.

Zu'an City.

Yanbei University, No. 5 Teaching Building, Classroom 5402.

On the podium, the tutor who was carrying the class with a pair of dark circles weakly used PPT to perfunctory the students.

Under the podium, almost all the students' eyes were focused on Zhou Zhe's seat on the left side of the penultimate row of the classroom, on the window.

Two months ago, a loud voice rang across the globe.

The other party arrogantly announced that the earth was included in the list of stars participating in the cosmic arena.

Every once in a while, He would randomly select a group of "gladiators" from the earth as an existence to please His.

He, not Him!

The power displayed by the other party is almost like a god!

No one knows who His surname is.

Obviously, what the other party said does not belong to any language system on earth, but people from all countries in the world can understand what He means.

He quickly proved with practical actions...

Do what you say!

No matter age, gender, race, status!

Workers, farmers, management of the Fortune 500 companies...

American homeless man, Wall Street financial genius, ordinary white-collar workers...

Scientist, 996 coder, teacher, Japanese high school student, Chinese otaku...

As long as you live on earth and as long as you are humans, no one can escape from the selection of gladiators!

To date, eight groups of earthlings have been forced to be recruited in the cosmic arena!

Each batch has a different number of people, with the least group having only five or six people, and the most group having hundreds of people.

Statistics from the public enthusiastic people show that so far, there are 465 contestants on Earth.

And who has lived to this day...

There are only seven people in total!

Survival rate of 1.5%!

Zhou Zhe is one of the ninth group of cosmic gladiators recruited!

A god who is well aware of the principle that happiness is not as good as happiness alone, will broadcast it synchronously at the beginning of each battle, and all the people on earth are forced to watch it.

After watching eight cosmic battles, everyone no longer has much hope for the quality of the people on earth.

Compared with most aliens, Earthlings do not have the advantage in terms of physical fitness, knowledge or combat experience.

In everyone's opinion, Zhou Zhe's lifespan is likely to be only seven days left!

"Zhou Zhe...is so pitiful."

I don’t know who started it, but as soon as I said this, the classroom became noisy in an instant.

"You guys say, can he survive?"

"I heard that all the surviving gladiators were rewarded with superpowers!"

"Playing with flames, physical flight, frost power... is like a devil fruit without side effects! I wonder if there are Sharingans, rolling eyes, reincarnation eyes, and reincarnation eyes? I want it so much!"

"Brothers, isn't the power system in Chinese mythology delicious? Taotie, Kunpeng, the great peacock and the spiritual stone monkey are all good! Let's take a step back, the power system in "Fighting Break the Sky", "Jiang Ye" and "Crossing the Sky" is really invincible afterwards! If you like the Western Fantasy Power System, it's also cool to choose the mysterious sequence in "The Lord of Mystery"!"

"Ha, what kind of smelly fish and rotten shrimp is Kunpeng? Can you beat a ninja with a weak stroke? What's more, who knows what Taotie is? I haven't heard of it! As for the fighting spirit turning into a horse? Do you want to laugh to death?"

"This dead troll really ruins the atmosphere and ignores him!"

"Zhou Zhe, listen to me! If you can survive, remember to exchange points for the cultivator system! This can be taught to others!"

"Are you stupid? Exchange sword cultivators are the correct solution! They practice quickly and have strong combat power! They are much stronger than traditional cultivators!"

"What you said is just like you have seen a cultivator, and you are talking about it here..."

"The Sword Immortal is indeed handsome, fashionable and worth a lot of points, and it is so strong that it can fly. However, consuming points to tailor the extraordinary system is the best way to do it!"

"I'm a little envious of Zhou Zhe after you've said!"

"Tsk tsk...I'll let you change it with him, would you like?"

"My heartbroken! Of course I don't want to! I haven't lived enough yet!"

"That's it! Fighting with alien gladiators is no different from suicide! This mortality rate is even more exaggerated than the legendary first-generation main god space. Who can withstand it!"

The instructor who taught the class stood in the crowded classroom, shrugged helplessly, looked at his watch, and sighed: "This is the end of this class, you... study by yourself."

After speaking, he quickly left the classroom.

The emergence of the cosmic arena brought great changes to the earth.

Perhaps the number of people who died in gladiators was much lower than those who died in car accidents and influenza, but the human despair index has risen sharply, and it seems that everyone is living more "unrestrained" because of this.

A professor who suddenly announced his resignation in his prime.

The game was in a life-and-death situation and suddenly rushed out of the compartment to play real-life pk with the opponent.

The top traffic star who officially announced his debut.

The boss is frying the squid, and a programmer who travels with noisy words.

Zhou Zhe, who is the focus of the topic, finally woke up from his trance.

"I...received?"

Zhou Zhe looked blankly at the black sword and shield pattern that appeared on the back of his hand - it was the symbol of the gladiator in the universe and the imprint left by the gods.

He raised his head, looked at the wall clock next to the projector, and silently calculated the time: "Five minutes have passed since the list of the ninth batch of selected candidates were announced!"

“That is, I’ve been wasting five minutes.”

Zhou Zhe suddenly stood up, squeezed away the students who were rushing toward him, and stumbled out of the classroom.

In the classroom, a girl in a gray long dress looked at Zhou Zhe's departure back with her eyes flashing and her red lips clenched, as if she was struggling with something.

...

Zhou Zhe walked through the boulevard, artificial lakes and the East District Canteen, walked out of the school gate, took the No. 15 city bus, passed seven platforms, and finally got home.

Go upstairs, take out the keys, and push open the door.

Zhou Zhe, whose mind was blank, came back to his senses and found that he was already sitting at home.

"Another half an hour wasted!"

He subconsciously grabbed his hair, and a look of pain appeared on his handsome face: "There is no time to waste!"

"No...can't do this!"

"Everything is a hasty thing that cannot be achieved."

"I have to calm down to survive in the cosmic arena seven days later!"

As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Zhe took a deep breath, holding it without causing any release. After a while, he spit out the turbid air.

The heart that was beating wildly finally barely returned to its normal rhythm.

After wandering in the room for a while, Zhou Zhe took out an old notebook covered in dust from the bookcase and found a pen that was always in the water.

"Learn what you do in "Robinson Crusoe"."

"Use loan forms to analyze my current situation."

"The first disadvantage: As an earthling, I am inferior to most alien races, and the survival rate of 1.5% is not a joke!"

"Then, the first advantage: I began to consciously exercise my physical fitness since two months ago, after the first cosmic gladiator live broadcast."

"Run, push-ups, squats, curls, pull-ups, frog jumps, bobby jumps..."

"At least, I have trained myself on my own initiative!"

"Now, whether it is endurance, agility, strength, or explosive power, I am much stronger than two months ago! The survival rate is definitely greater than the average value of the contestants on Earth!"

In this way, Zhou Zhe wrote about a disadvantage and an advantage, repeating himself, hoping to clarify his ideas, find a way to break through, and find a way to survive!

When Zhou Zhe wrote two pages of paper, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man wearing a brown coat and greasy hair crashed into the door.

He threw himself on the sofa, and a strong smell of alcohol was emitted on his body.

This is Zhou Zhe's father Zhou Yu.

His eyes fell on Zhou Zhe's wrist. When he saw the black sword and shield mark, he was stunned for a while and said drunk: "Hmm? You kid... have you been recruited?"

Every selected cosmic gladiator has been specially marked by the gods, and anyone's eyes will immediately receive this information.

The imprint of the universe gladiator cannot be faked!
To be continued...