They stepped briskly onto the square, running in formation. Their movements were neat and uniform, as they ran and sang: "Unity is strength! Unity is strength! This strength is iron! This strength is...Lannuo traveled to the US. Although his English was poor, and although he saw Umbrella Corporation on the news, even though a virus was about to erupt, and although he was just an ordinary student, and although he didn't even have money to prepare for the apocalypse, he had a good attitude, was already lying flat, and even planned to carve a lifelike statue of himself flipping off with his middle finger as a monument to express his merciless mockery of the absurd reality, and to die with dignity.

Before that, Lan Nuo was planning to find a girl and lose his virginity before he died. As for where to find girls without money...that would be in his dreams! Back when he was alive, Lan Nuo was a famous millionaire, earning at least eight figures every night.

With a blink of her eyes, the girl didn't see anything, but she saw a face exactly like hers before she crossed over. Their eyes met, and the man with her face pretended to be cold as he glanced at his watch: "You are the best among this batch of newcomers."

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Lan Nuo turned his head and gasped. There were dozens of people lying on the ground, all looking exactly like they did before he time-traveled. Faced with this bizarre sight, Lan Nuo calmly turned back to the training instructor. “Can I still bet on number 8888”

“As expected of me! You're the 351st person who wants number 8888 from me. By the way, there are also 267 people who want number 6666, 12 people who want number 2587, 160 people who want number 9527, and 1145 people who want number 114514.”

"Wow, my genetic makeup is a bit complicated!" The new recruit Lan Nuo looked bewildered, lamenting that there was a lot more written in his DNA than he expected.

"Think back carefully, he has already put everything you need to know into your mind!" Master Lan Nuo said coolly.

"Bean Sprouts Lan Nuo began to recall upon hearing this, and indeed, more information came out: 'I was reborn as 10,000 people Now everyone is in the Biohazard world with different identities Once a year, forced travel through worlds Uh...the next world is Douluo Continent Damn it!'"

Lanno considered whether to strip off his own pants from the portrait, as a more ruthless mockery of the absurd reality.

The other Blue Nobles gradually woke up. Upon learning that their lack of special abilities meant they were to be discarded into the myriad worlds, one by one, they instinctively learned the Trisolaran technique of dehydration and became dried-up salted fish.

The mentor Lan Nuo was already used to the scene before him, after all, he had been there himself. He knew what it meant to be a little bear-like and have some B-tree traits.

"Ahem! Although we don't have superpowers, the Lanno Committee has passed the proposal! We will do our utmost to guarantee the survival rights of every single Lanno! Not one less!"

“Oh!”

"We have a millionaire among us!"

"Yes!"

But when it's divided among all of us, we only get a thousand each.

"Oh!"

"We have someone who is an umbrella employee!"

"Yes!"

"But he's just a janitor."

“Oh!”

"Darn it! What a bunch of good-for-nothings!" Mentor Lan Nuo looked at the group of useless sprouts, stomping his feet in anger: "Get yourselves together!

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Including you, there are 9,374 of us, 189 people are homeless! 35 people face extortion from gangs! 3 people are in danger of losing their lives! Those are our own people! Are you just going to watch them die Just like waiting for death now"

The newcomer had still wanted to keep the teasing going, but hearing these heavy numbers and imagining the same thing happening to him made him quiet down.

"Alright, go over there and register. Fill in your name, address, gender, age, occupation—just follow the table. With our intelligence, we'll understand it after a look."

"Huh What's gender Can I still wear girls' clothes" Although the doumiao felt heavyhearted, they couldn't help but feel a chill down their spine.

"After all, it's free and democratic America, bodies are random, three unlucky guys used the bodies of transgender people, here you can't tell, they said it looks pretty good in reality."

The sprouts: “...”

After leaving the orientation, the sprouts began to register and fill out forms. Then they came to the square in line, watching rows of identical squads marching forward. They stepped briskly onto the square, running in formation. Their movements were neat and uniform, as they ran and sang: "Unity is strength! Unity is strength! This strength is iron! This strength is steel..."

“This all organized by me” The sprouts couldn’t help but be amazed. The rookie guide didn't know when they had come behind them, smiling and saying: “Yes, isn't it unbelievable!”

At first, everyone was as listless as you all are now, until someone came in and said that he had been kidnapped by gangsters in real life, locked up in a basement, and tomorrow someone was going to cut out his organs. As he spoke, he cried, and seeing him cry, everyone fell silent. Then I stood up, and one after another, we all placed our hands on his shoulders.

To the one who was crying, I said, Don't be afraid, because we're here! We are our own heroes! Each and every one of us must live on, not a single soul missing!

So, people began to organize themselves, registering their identities, queuing up, running, singing together... These were things we had learned in the past life. Back then, we found them tedious, unfree, silly, and brainwashing. But now, seeing everyone united, there's a feeling of indescribable peace!

Don't be shy, sing along loudly! This is our battle cry! No matter what we face! We...none of us are missing!"

One by one, the bean sprouts watched the familiar scene before them. They couldn't help but feel like something was stuck in their throats, and they felt the urge to vent.

“Rest assured! Those living near the people in danger have already been called to a meeting to discuss a rescue plan. Your biggest task right now is to integrate into our collective!”

As dawn broke, Lanno awoke from his slumber with tear stains on his face. His hands were bound behind his back, like a pig, sprawled on the ground. Footsteps echoed through the pitch-black basement. Two men lifted him up and roughly carried him into a room splattered with blood. They bound him to an operating table. The harsh light blinded him, he tried to scream, but a face mask designed for anesthesia was clamped over his face.

Watching helplessly as the doctors around him took out a sharp scalpel and wiped it with disinfectant, the doctor's expressionless face stared at Lan Nuo like he was an animal. The blade was about to fall mercilessly, Lan Nuo struggled in fear. Everything from last night felt like a dream, he didn't know if it was just his dream, he didn't know if anyone would come to save him, he didn't know if the one promise that couldn't be missing could really be kept.

It seems...it's already too late...

The door to the room was kicked open, and over a dozen people rushed in. The doctor, who had been expressionless, was taken aback and pressed to the ground. Among them, a muscular man resembling Schwarzenegger wiped the blood from his face and walked up to Leno, patting him on the shoulder: "Don't cry! We agreed! Not one less!"

To be continued. Please collect and recommend votes.g!So, people began to organize themselves, registering their identities, queuing up, running, singing together... These were things we had learned in the past life. Back then, we found them tedious, u...