C2 The No. 60 Trial - Unrivalled Intelligence System!

When the beautiful woman caught sight of the ghastly zombie, she let out a piercing scream.

"Ah!"

A single thought crossed the minds of everyone watching the video: "This is the end!"

Such a scream would surely draw all nearby zombies to her. The inevitable outcome needed no explanation.

The zombie's gaze fixed on the beautiful woman, its eyes glowing red with hunger—not for her beauty, but for the scent of her fresh flesh, which it found intoxicating.

Beneath her, a small puddle of liquid formed as she watched the zombie draw nearer, paralyzed with fear and unable to summon the courage to flee.

Just then, a muffled gunshot rang out, and the zombie collapsed.

"A chance!" Urlan mused, eyes glued to the live stream.

A burly, dark-skinned man entered the scene, flashing a bright white smile at the sight of the woman.

Relief washed over her as she saw a normal person approach. "Save me!" she cried out.

"Of course, that's exactly why I'm here," the man responded.

In this space, one could communicate with anyone using their native language.

"This must be the first time our country has encountered an original inhabitant of the Chaotic Space," someone remarked.

"Seems like it. But has this guy been sunbathing non-stop? He's so tan!"

"Still, his smile doesn't exactly inspire trust, does it?"

The live chat buzzed with speculation, but the man wasted no time, scooping up the woman and making a swift escape as the zombies, drawn by her screams, closed in.

Effortlessly, the man carried her two kilometers to a decrepit building and finally stopped.

"To find such a gem in this wasteland!" he exclaimed, tossing her onto a bed with a lecherous squint.

"What are you going to do? Help me!" she screamed once more.

He shut the door, turned the lock, and her cries were abruptly silenced, along with the live broadcast signal.

The mood in Osmistan was somber; the fate of the fifty-ninth person looked grim.

In the chaotic office, frustration was palpable. Their understanding of the Chaotic Space was far too limited to offer any real assistance; survival was up to those who ventured in.

Netizens from Setruarhiel began to taunt them once more.

"Oh no, lost the signal? Is the rest pay-per-view?"

"No worries, I've got money. I'll pay for access to the rest!"

"Isn't Osmistan supposed to be strong? What happened? How many have died? Sixty, or seventy?"

"Who cares how many? They've got numbers to spare!"

Osmistan's citizens seethed at the international ridicule but were left without a comeback.

An hour later, Osmistan's stream went dark, and scarlet letters declared: Osmistan, number L59, deceased.

The sight of those words clenched the hearts of Osmistan's people.

No one could fathom the horrors the woman had faced in that brief hour.

Yet, anxiety quickly resurfaced among them.

Some feared being randomly chosen by the Chaotic Space, while others feared being overlooked.

"We should never have cut our military. A nation of soldiers is what we need!" Ollie, the director of the chaotic office, pounded his fist on the table.

Survival odds in the Chaotic Space favored the specially trained.

For the unprepared, it was akin to walking into the lion's den.

Urlan felt relatively at ease; with Osmistan's population, his chances of being selected were slim.

But before he could even finish the thought...

Urlan vanished from his rental, leaving only an empty bottle lying forlornly on the floor.

"Oh crap!" Urlan's eyes widened as he surveyed the desolate scene before him.

He was the sixtieth trial challenger.

"I need this trial challenger's information, now!" Ollie demanded as the live stream flickered back to life, revealing a young man. Staff sprang into action.

Moments later, Urlan's profile lay before Ollie.

Osmistan had developed a swift method to identify trial challengers due to the Chaotic Space's emergence.

Whenever a new challenger entered, all registered citizens were required to check in on a designated website immediately.

Failure to do so within a minute meant accountability for the delay. Check-in machines were installed everywhere, including prisons, making compliance simple.

Initially, some had scoffed and faced fifteen days in jail for their tardiness. Now, all were punctual.

The check-in system easily identified the new trial challenger.

"Urlan, male, recent graduate, orphan, receiving state aid, morally sound, physically weak."

Ollie sighed, setting aside the profile of the young graduate.

Particularly concerning was the evaluation of his physique, which was shockingly labeled as 'poor-minus'. It wasn't just 'poor'; there was an actual minus sign attached.

"He's probably just another meal for the Chaotic Space."

The Osmistan viewers tuning into the live broadcast began to chatter.

"Here comes another one, and he's such a handsome guy!"

"He looks so young. Could he possibly still be a student?"

"Alas, a smooth chin often means an unreliable hand. This young fellow is likely to meet his end here, too."

"Why can't we ever get a special forces soldier? At this rate, Osmistan is going to fall way behind."

"But there's no way for us to control the Chaotic Space's random selection process."

The foreigners who had just finished ridiculing Osmistan burst into laughter upon seeing Urlan chosen, unleashing their taunts onto the screen.

"Hahaha, has this little one been weaned yet?"

"He might have been weaned, but he still seems attached to his mother's apron strings. Look at him, completely frozen. He probably can't come to terms with the fact that he's now in the Chaotic Space!"

"Lord, please grant him a swift end. Osmistan has plenty of people; they won't miss one more casualty!"

At this point, the Osmistan netizens rallied together, firing back with gusto.

"Did you just finish a meal of manure? Why else would your breath reek so foully?"

"Open your eyes wide and see—our Urlan is already springing into action!"

"Go Urlan! Show them your strength and shut them up!"

Urlan, meanwhile, had no time to engage with the online crowd. He scrutinized his surroundings and made a beeline for a nearby building.

His current location offered no cover, and with zombies around, his slight frame wouldn't stand a chance.

He had barely taken a couple of steps when a voice suddenly echoed in his head.

[Beep. The Invincible Intelligence System is now online. Any information within sight cannot hide from its reach.]