Hearing they would have three months of rest, those who were still conscious felt like celebrating.
However, as they heard the next sentence, their smiles faded away.
"One and a half years? Is this still training and not the competition?"
In the domain-level cosmic competition, they only needed to survive for three years, yet in this training, they had to endure half that time?
How was this still training?
The unregulated zone of the dark plane was no place for the living.
Surviving even a single day was already a challenge for most.
Yet, besides the cosmic competition, they had to face it in training?
"If you're scared, you can quit now," Zeke said nonchalantly.
Hearing his words, silence echoed in the field.
Leave the seeded talent program? No, never.
Not only was it humiliating, but they would also be condemned by the organization and families behind them.
