? She didn''t need to ask anything to know that some sort of an unforeseen coincidence happened here and forced my hand.


    "Don''t worry my lord, I''ll make you proud of me," he took two steps to the back, bowing deeply to me.


    He was one of the Hector race generals, the ones I imed during the fric battle a long time ago against that king, "I''ll do everything in my power to try and secure thends of the lord. I will also try my best to im my stolen homnd."


    I couldn''t see through him totally, but he seemed quite pumped up towards his lost continent. That continent was his homnd it seemed, and now that homnd was controlled by the zombies.


    And he seemed to hate that deep to the bones.


    "Goodd," I copied the way Sith spoke with me here and patted him thrice before watching him leave.


    Even after saying all this, on his face I felt like he was a bit sad. I still sucked at reading the Hector race faces which were covered with scales. But at least I could tell he wasn''t that happy about this.


    "What happened?" watching him leave, Lily couldn''t help but ask.


    "It''s Hry," and my simple answer was enough to make everyone close up to me here get what happened.


    "Let''s go," I took a deep breath and threw what happened here behind my back before finally leading my chariot through that portal.


    This time nothing stood in my path and my chariot got into that swirlpool portal like it was nothing. The next moment, a bright golden light shed and filled my vision, blocking me from seeing anything.


    I knew I was getting teleported to some ce. And that process took an unknown period of time before I finally was able to see it once again.


    When I could see the area around me, I found out that I was all alone. There wasn''t anyone on my team, not even my chariot.


    I was standing on top of a golden tform, one that brought memories of the tform I saw when I met with Sith before.


    I looked around. The tform extended for almost a few hundred metres around, then the world vanished under a thick veil of white fog that masked anything beyond.


    Just when I tried to move and check this entire tform, a message suddenly popped in front of my eyes, stopping me in my tracks.


    [Wee to the golden quest selection tform]


    [Please be patient. We are waiting for the other contestants to arrive before we''d start]


    Other contestants? I heard and read that word and couldn''t help but frown.


    Were we going to be gathered here in one ce? And for what?<novelnext></novelnext>


    For a moment there I thought we were going to fight before I noticed the description of this tform; the selection tform.


    What were we going to select exactly here? Of course our next quests! But why did the systeme together like that?


    Before I could think of an answer to that question, and just as I was feeling weird to always be the first one to arrive in such big events just like what happened in my ss quest, many shes of light appeared all over the ce.


    I thought only a few were going to take part in this quest. Yet from the blinding pirs of golden lights that appeared all around me, I knew there were too many of us!


    At least fifty were here! Howe there was such a big number of elites in my apocalypse trial?


    And the moment these pirs appeared, and before I could even see through the golden light curtains, I felt some sort of hidden force binding me to my ce motionless and then a pir of golden light befell over my head without warning.


    I ended up in the same pir of light like others. And now I am sure about my earlier guess.


    "We won''t be able to see who took part in this quest, nor will we be able to know who selected what," I slowly muttered, feeling for the first time little satisfaction from the system arrangement.


    This time the system acted fair and tried to protect the identities of those taking part in this quest. Which meant only one thing; the system ced great importance on such events.


    But why?


    [Wee to all of you to the golden quest selection tform] and when I was thinking about that question, the soft female voice echoed in my head, cutting off my line of thoughts.


    [Right now, one hundred elite contestants joined this round of golden quests. You all came from ongoing twenty apocalyptic trial zones. And we hope you can seed in your next quest]


    "Twenty apocalyptic trials?! Damn! I never saw thising!!" I was totally shocked by the number of peoplepeting with me here, not to mention the number of apocalyptic trials they came from.


    I thought the golden quests would run on my current apocalyptic trial worlds and races. Yet when I thought about how important the system higher ups ced on this kind of quest, it made quite sense.


    "It seems these folks are taking this golden quest quite seriously," I muttered before the next words of that mysteriousdy rang again in my mind.


    [Right now you are going to see a list of twenty missions. Select one of them as your goal in this quest]


    The next moment, a long list appeared in front of my eyes. I thought the list would include the names of ces we were going at, and the missions required to be aplished next to each name.


    But what I found was something entirely different! The list was made out of pages, twenty to be exact. Each page contained information about the ces we were going to select.


    Each page had not only the basic information about these ces, but long paragraphs about the history, races, the nature of that world, and the main risks involved in each world.