Chapter 1 God's Chosen Arena, China's fourth consecutive defeat

"In the Mythology Arena, China has lost four games in a row! You are the fifth contestant, Su Chen. If you lose again, China will be completely defeated in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, and the consequences will be disastrous!"

"You are the only genius among the five chosen ones whose affinity with divinity exceeds 90 percent."

"If even you are unable to summon the high-level gods of China, then the destiny of our Chinese Empire may also be destroyed..."

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"The Sakura Kingdom fought against the Yamata no Orochi and won again."

"Tianzhu played with Shiva and maintained a best-of-five record..."

"The main god Odin has descended on the Eagles' side. In this first round of competition, almost all countries have summoned and revived their gods!"

"Now, the destiny of our human race is most in danger only for China. Our players have summoned and revived minor gods such as the Land God and the Kitchen God."

On the big screen, a Chinese host's face flushed, and his hands holding the microphone were slightly deformed.

"Huaxia, come on!"

"Huaxia, come on!"

Su Chen shook his head slightly in the huge wave of sound, raised his eyes with a hint of confusion, and looked at the environment in front of him.

The mythical arena, a battle for national destiny?
What happened? He was just hit by a car and woke up. Shouldn't he be in the ICU now?
Looking at the room in front of him that looked like a small conference room, he sat aside, and the people on both sides were unfamiliar faces he did not recognize.

On the main seat, a soldier with a star on his shoulder was looking at him.

And outside this almost enclosed small meeting room.

The voices cheering for China, one higher than the other, kept entering his mind.

Accompanied by excitement, hoarse voices, and even voices mixed with various emotions constantly entered Su Chen's mind.

A memory that did not belong to him at all suddenly revived in his mind.

This is the year 2178 of the new era of Blue Planet.

Blue Star was chosen as the battlefield for the invasion of all races, and the entire human race will face the consequence of being deprived of its luck by all races in the heavens.

The advent of the mythological arena gives all countries the opportunity to summon and revive their ancient gods to fight against the invasion of all races in the heavens and protect the destiny of mankind.

The Myth Arena will randomly draw five contestants from each country, grant them divinity, and make them "God Summoners". When the contestants enter the arena, they will summon powerful gods from their country's historical god system based on their understanding, or affinity with the gods.

If the summoned god is powerful, he will naturally be able to fight against the gods of all races, and even win.

If the summoned god is weak...

Just like now, in the first round of the ring battle, China faced all four races in the face of the heavens and the earth, and was defeated!

You know, if you win in the arena, it's fine, but if you lose, the fate of the whole country will be swallowed up, and the life and death of all the people of the country will be affected!

In the fifth match, the Chinese player selected by the Myth Arena was exactly him! Or rather, he is now Su Chen.

The predecessor's consciousness collapsed due to some tremendous psychological pressure.

This is how Su Chen was able to travel through time.

But how could he be the genius chosen by God?
The true genius God's chosen ones would collapse due to the enormous pressure, so he just has to force them to do something he is not good enough?
Su Chen's heart suddenly turned cold. Looking at the worried faces in the conference room, he instantly realized his current situation.

He is the last hope of the people of the country.

He is the God’s Chosen One of China’s last battle against all races in the mythical arena.

"Ugh……"

The general with a resolute face sitting in the main seat glanced at Su Chen and sighed slightly.

"Putting such a heavy burden of the country on you young people is a failure for us Chinese warriors."

"But, there is no other way. This is a mythical battlefield that cannot be decided by human power."

The general pressed a raised button on the table.

In an instant, Su Chen saw that the wall of the conference room suddenly and slowly opened to both sides.

Outside a huge one-way glass window.

You can see countless excited spectators gathered in a huge stadium. They are shouting, unwilling to give up, and cheering non-stop.

And above, high in the sky, a huge arena-like object filled with golden light, like an unheard-of mythical product, was hanging in the air.

Around the huge arena, as if surrounded by posters, live broadcasts of other national mythology arenas were being presented scene by scene.

The distance was too far and Su Chen couldn't see clearly.

The corners of his lips twitched just slightly.

The general seemed to understand what he meant instantly.

He tapped the table again.

Behind him, a screen suddenly lit up.

The squares are cut neatly, and when you slide from top to bottom, you can see that each square is a live broadcast picture of a country.

The general clicked on one at random.

In the picture, a blond, blue-eyed host in a suit and tie is shouting excitedly, "We won! We, the great America, currently have two wins and no losses, hahaha! Our first contestant summoned the main god Odin, and he won two games in a row!"

"Ouch!"

"good! good!"

We can see countless American people cheering excitedly, waving the star-studded flag and dancing.

Two wins and no losses! This means that as long as they win one more game, they can be sure of winning this round!
In the meeting room, there was a sigh.

"This is America. As you heard, their first player summoned a great god and won two games in a row."

The general sighed imperceptibly and continued to slide his finger downwards. Every swipe showed the live broadcast of a country.

"This is the Greek Dynasty. They have summoned three of the twelve main gods and currently have three wins and no losses."

"This is Tianzhu. Their Mythology Arena has ended. In the first round, they won three out of five games. They are currently ranked first in the national fortune list."

"This is Sakura. They summoned the gods in the Amaterasu system. Currently, they have two wins and one loss..."

In this scene, the general's sliding fingers paused slightly.

In the live broadcast screen.

A short male Sakura host was excitedly explaining something to a female host in a kimono.

"Onboard the Great Sakura Empire! Sakurada Miko, do you know? I just got the news, it's confirmed that China has fought four games in a row! All four were lost! And we have two wins and one loss! Hahahaha!"

The kimono-clad female host Sakurada Miko raised her eyebrows when she heard the voice, and was startled: "Morita-kun, doesn't China claim to be a country with a 5,000-year-old culture? How come they lost four games in a row? I thought they had some background and could fight back from the fourth game. Is this all a country with a 5,000-year-old culture is?"

"Haha, what ancient cultural country? It's just something China brags about to gild itself!"

The short Morita had a look of disdain on his face, spitting out saliva without any scruples: "The four summons they made were all low-level lower gods, such as door gods, kitchen gods, land gods and mountain gods. And this is a 5,000-year-old cultural heritage? It's not even as good as a hair of our Yamata Great God!"

As soon as these words were spoken, countless little Sakura people in the Sakura live broadcast screen burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!"

"well said!"

"What five thousand years of civilization? Could they have almost fallen to their knees before the flag of our empire?"

"The so-called vast cultural heritage of this ancient country now seems like a joke!"

“Hahahaha! Is this China? Is this their foundation? Four defeats in four battles! They can even summon the God of Land and God of Kitchen, hahaha!”

It can be seen that the people at the scene were very happy to give instructions.

The female host Sakurada Miko held the microphone and blinked, saying, "Everyone, I heard that there is an old saying in China, called losing and fighting, which describes their tenacious spirit."

"What a bullshit losing streak, I think they are losing streak!"

There was contempt and disdain in Morita's narrow eyes.

"I know the Chinese are definitely watching our live broadcast. Let me tell you, how can China be compared with our Great Sakura!"

Facing the big screen was Morita's dirty face, with the provocation and contempt in his eyes almost undisguised.

In the conference room.

All the people sitting in their seats had grim faces and clenched their fists.

The middle-aged general looked at Su Chen, and the corners of his tense lips relaxed slightly.

Finally, he sighed slightly and said, "I don't want you to feel any pressure, but... if we lose the last game, even if we are as strong as China, the blow we will suffer will be devastating, and we will be eaten by all races."

Su Chen's rigid consciousness.

Only now is it gradually running smoothly.

The memory of all this was also completely absorbed by him.

Now is the first round of the Myth Arena, the fifth match.

He's about to go on stage.

China cannot afford to lose.

I can't afford to lose!
With four losses and one win, they still have a chance to advance to the second round, but they will encounter natural disasters, which will seriously weaken their national fortunes!
But if he loses all five games, not only him, but the entire China will be completely exposed to those greedy races in the heavens and will be eaten alive!

Other countries have summoned powerful gods in the first round of competition, and currently, they have at least won one game.

Only in the first four games of China, the gods summoned were minor gods? Land gods, door gods, kitchen gods, etc.

"Su Chen! Su Chen! Su Chen!"

"Su Chen! Su Chen!"

The huge sound wave almost knocked Su Chen over.

The eardrums kept ringing.

Su Chen looked at the general and now knew that this general was the head of the national security department, General Hu Tie.

"Is it my turn to go on stage?"

Hearing these waves of sound, Su Chen reacted.

Hu Tie looked at him with bitter eyes.
At the same time, more than ten people on both sides stood up and bowed straight towards him as if they were standing on pine trees!
"Comrade Su Chen, please!"

"please!"

Every general had tears in their eyes and poured all their hopes and emotions into the young man in front of them.

This is the last hope for China!

This is a battle that will determine the fate of China!
Before he could respond, a ray of light suddenly led him into the mythical arena.

At the same time, the live broadcast of the fifth Chinese Arena battle about to begin spread across all the countries on Blue Star in an instant!
A large number of people suddenly poured into the Huaxia live broadcast room, which originally had only a few foreign viewers!

(End of this chapter)