Translator: CinderTL
Eastern District, Old Day City.
After waiting for most of the day, their flight finally landed at Old Day City Airport.
This was Feng Qi's first time visiting Old Day City.
In the previous timeline, due to an escort mission, he had led the Dawn Battle Group directly to the supply zone east of Old Day City, bypassing the city entirely.
Stepping off the plane, he looked up to see a clear azure sky.
Old Day City boasted the most livable environment among the five major cities in the Eastern District. Its proximity to the sea offered stunning scenery and a pleasant climate, making it renowned for its tropical fruits, seafood, and other regional specialties.
However, Feng Qi had no intention of sightseeing during this visit.
His and the Lord of the Mist's destination was the supply zone east of Old Day City.
After waiting an hour and a half in the departure lounge, they boarded the plane bound for the Old Day City East Supply Zone.
Old Day City had two frontline supply zones.
The first was located north of the city, while the second lay east, near the sea.
These zones defended against the expanding Domain Field threats from the north and the sea, respectively.
Through intelligence provided by the monk, Feng Qi knew that a powerful domain infiltration force operated in the Old Day City region:
The Spirit Energy Clan.
This was the original clan of the black shadow behind the Technology Research Institute.
A plan began to form in his mind.
If the Lord of the Mist could truly thrive here, he might find a way to stir up trouble.
For instance, he could provoke a war with the Spirit Energy Clan, dismantling them through brute force to uncover more of their secrets.
Simultaneously, he coveted the Spirit Energy Clan's miracle item, the Holy Spirit Consciousness Repository.
If humanity could acquire this divine artifact, their future development potential would leap to a new level.
His probing plans against the Spirit Energy Clan were all groundwork for his other self.
Of course, whether this strategy could proceed depended on the Lord of the Mist's growth rate.
With these thoughts, he turned to glance at the Lord of the Mist, who was seated beside him.
Noticing his gaze, the Lord of the Mist immediately wore a puzzled expression.
The flight lasted just over half an hour before landing at the Old Day City East Supply Zone airport.
Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist rose and disembarked.
The other passengers were mostly frontline soldiers returning from family visits, who would soon return to the brutal front lines after a brief rest.
After consulting a map of the supply zone, Feng Qi led the Lord of the Mist toward the recruitment hall.
Along the way, the Lord of the Mist curiously observed his surroundings.
Coconut and banana trees lined the airport perimeter.
Looking up, they saw countless seabirds soaring and calling in the azure sky. To the east, the turquoise sea stretched out, waves crashing rhythmically against the sandy shore.
"Compared to Winterfrost City, this place feels like another world," the Lord of the Mist remarked.
Feng Qi paused, surprised. "Does our world not have seasons?"
"Of course not. In our world, each Domain Field maintains a fixed environment; there are no seasonal changes."
"I see... I wonder what kind of environment my race evolved in."
As they chatted, they continued down the asphalt road.
After an hour's walk, a towering structure came into view.
The recruitment hall of Old Day City had a distinctive design, resembling a massive roc spreading its wings for flight.
Inside, they took a number and waited.
The registration process to become a domain warrior was straightforward.
At the service window, a specialized scanner verified their identities, completing the registration.
However, registration alone didn't guarantee acceptance as a domain warrior.
Recruitment hall staff manually reviewed each applicant's records, examining factors like their graduating academy and physical strength since their last medical examination.
These checks were essential.
Every year, countless ordinary people, fueled by naive fervor, clamored to join the front lines.
It was highly likely that these individuals had never even studied cultivation studies. Entering the battlefield would only burden their teammates and offer no assistance to the front lines.
During the review process, auditors would reject applications from such candidates.
This was merely the first stage of the review process.
If an applicant passed the staff's initial review, their information would be forwarded to the secretaries of battle regiments reporting personnel shortages for further screening.
Unless they were graduates of top-tier academies with high growth potential or possessed exceptional personal strength, self-taught cultivators rarely found acceptance into battle groups.
However, Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist had no intention of following this path.
They planned to establish their own domain combat team, bypassing the selection process entirely.
While they waited, an announcement echoed through the hall:
"Number 2352, please proceed to window 3!"
Hearing the announcement, Feng Qi stepped forward to the designated window.
A green light scanned his body, and his detailed information appeared on the staff member's computer screen.
The first line of information read "Recipient of the Outstanding Contribution to Humanity Award." The staff member's expression immediately shifted to surprise.
After giving Feng Qi a thorough once-over, the staff member didn't even bother to review the remaining details. They immediately clicked "Approve" and looked up at Feng Qi, saying, "Your registration is complete."
After nodding, he stepped aside.
The Lord of the Mist approached the window.
As a green light scanned him, the staff member inside the window looked surprised.
"Fang Qi, didn't you register as a frontline warrior in the Winterfrost Supply Zone three years ago? Warrior information is shared across all zones. You don't need to register again here."
Hearing this, the Lord of the Mist immediately nodded, saying humbly, "My apologies, my apologies. I wasn't aware. Thank you for the clarification."
Feng Qi watched the Lord of the Mist's demeanor with a mix of admiration and amusement.
From being a diligent worker in Winterfrost City to this moment, the Lord of the Mist had finally grasped how to behave like a proper person.
He had even learned to be polite.
Of course, the Lord of the Mist had also picked up some less desirable habits.
During his time working in Winterfrost City, he had learned a whole repertoire of "national treasures" from his colleagues.
Whenever he encountered someone he disliked or a conflict arose, he would unleash a torrent of fluent, colorful greetings.
After completing the registration, they followed the staff's instructions to the western side of the recruitment hall, where rows of monitors were arranged.
Standing before a monitor, they underwent facial recognition, and options appeared on the screen:
[Understanding Domain Combat Team Regulations]
[Create Domain Combat Team]
[Detailed Domain Combat Team Mission Acquisition Process]
There were a total of eight options.
They had already thoroughly studied the domain combat team system before arriving in Old Day City, so they immediately selected "Create Domain Combat Team."
The interface shifted, and a screen appeared with input fields for the battle group's name and self-introduction.
After filling in the required information, the Lord of the Mist turned to Feng Qi and asked, "What should we name our battle group?"
"Does it matter?" Feng Qi replied.
"True. The battle group is just a stepping stone for our growth." With that, the Lord of the Mist turned back to the screen, typed in a name, and clicked "Confirm."
After verification, a line of text appeared on the screen.
When Feng Qi saw the battle group's name, he felt a pang of embarrassment.
While the battle group's name indeed didn't matter, he hadn't expected the Lord of the Mist to be so casual about it.
The name they had chosen was "Eighth Steel Mill," the very place where the Lord of the Mist had once worked.
But the battle group had already been established, so Feng Qi decided not to dwell on it.
The battle group interface now displayed the guild flag customization page, with various design tools on the left, such as brushes and color fill options.
Having no particular ideas for the battle group flag, they decided to skip this step for now.
Next, Feng Qi approached the machine. After scanning his information, he was officially added to the "Eighth Steel Mill" battle group as a member.
Taking the tablet that the machine dispensed, the Lord of the Mist grinned at Feng Qi.
"All set. Now we need to find a place to stay."
"Let's stay at a hotel for now. A low-tier battle group like ours won't be assigned a manor or residence."
(End of the Chapter)
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