The Strongest War God

Chapter 1488: How Old are You?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the Second Universe, there were also costs involved.

For instance, establishing a force like the Milky Way Empire required paying 100,000 star coins to the human headquarters in the cosmos annually.

Failure to pay would result in the forfeiture of all construction sites in the Second Universe, essentially turning them into barren wastelands overnight.

However, the Milky Way Empire didn’t operate at a loss.

By providing venues to attract cultivators from within its territory, they earned astronomical profits each year.

Plaza 5 was where Trevon Neal, a mere child dressed in white, quietly appeared in the middle of the field, hardly drawing attention due to her diminutive stature of less than a meter tall.

Unaccompanied by his parents, Trevon reveled in his childlike curiosity toward the unfamiliar surroundings, with his father too preoccupied to explore this area.

Venturing out from the plaza, Trevon encountered numerous towering buildings.

Each structure over a hundred meters tall was strikingly unique.

He entered a black building resembling a pill furnace, its four pillars resembling the legs of such a furnace.

Adjacent to it stood a gray building, flat and round like a colossal rune.

Further along, he spotted a massive hammer-shaped building bustling with activity.

People of various races, including dwarves and towering giants, frequented the area.

The cosmos was teeming with diverse species, and subsidiary branches of the human race, such as ape-men, dwarves, and feathered-men, coexisted alongside pure-blooded humans, albeit with impure lineage.

Trevon was mesmerized by the sights around him, realizing that everything he saw was unlike anything in the capital, yet still grand and majestic.

Among the impressive structures, the most imposing was the circular building at the heart of the area – the Virtual Spirit Association.

This independent force held considerable authority within the human race in the cosmos, primarily because they were responsible for producing all virtual artifacts.

In the Second Universe, countless cultivators had become immersed in the offerings of the Virtual Spirit Association, indulging in luxuries and pleasures unimaginable in the outside world.

Walking along the spacious main street, Trevon noticed the absence of traditional shops.

Instead, individuals could directly summon the ethereal spirit to fulfill their desires for a fraction of the cost in the main universe.

However, certain requests couldn’t be accommodated.

For instance, aspiring to learn the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art was deemed unrealistic, although some, like Chadwick Neal and others, still harbored such desires.

Flanking the main street were various entrenched forces, serving as gathering points for travelers.

These locations allowed individuals to mark their presence, facilitating convenient and private entry through virtual artifacts.

Amidst his stroll, Trevon halted at a particular spot – a towering palace rivaling the height of the Virtual Spirit Association’s office.

This palace resembled a saber, exuding a powerful and imposing presence.

The Cosmos Battle Arena!

This wasn’t just any public venue; it wielded immense power within the universe.

Its head was a prominent figure among the human race in the cosmos.

Despite its intimidating reputation, any human cultivator could enter – but entrance meant entering a realm of battle, not leisure.

Every encounter within its confines was a battle of life and death: the victor survives, the loser perishes.

Despite inheriting his father’s reserved nature, Trevon found himself drawn to this arena.

As he ascended its steps, he drew surprised glances from onlookers.

What was a child doing in the Cosmos Battle Arena?

Standing before its towering gate, 36 individuals eyed the little boy with intrigue.

“Little one, where are your guardians? Or your siblings?” A guard, though an eminent saint, adopted a friendlier tone.

Within their race, harming children was an abhorrent act, punishable by severe race rules.

Outsiders who targeted their youngest members risked igniting a blood feud.

Such actions were universally condemned – after all, what harm could innocent children pose?

Thus, children were treasured within the race, shielded from harm.

Even those with questionable morals hesitated to harm them, fearing the disdain of their peers or experts.

“My family let me play alone. Can I go in?” Trevon responded calmly.

“Hmm, let me think. While technically any human cultivator can enter our Cosmos Battle Arena, little one, how old are you?”

The head guard’s curiosity was piqued.

Trevon hesitated. “I’m five years old!”

In truth, he was not even that old.

The head guard felt a pang of bewilderment.

“I’ve never seen such a young child enter the arena. However, you may enter. But you must be obedient and avoid provoking the powerful. Do you understand?”

“Okay,” Trevon agreed.

Accompanying Trevon to the side, the head guard proceeded to register his information, requesting his name, cultivation level, and usual residence.

While the address was optional and the name could be altered, truthfulness regarding cultivation and age was non-negotiable.

Falsifying such details incurred severe penalties.

However, the little one did not provide his real name.

Instead, he identified himself as Neal Trevon.

As for his residence, he remained tight-lipped.

The guard captain casually noted the Dragon River Empire as Trevon’s origin, without specifying further details.

Once all the information was filled in, he instructed, “Alright, that’ll be 10 star coins. I’ll go submit your details.”

Trevon, astute as ever, recognized star coins as currency.

However, he lacked them.

Throughout his life, he had never faced a shortage of funds.

Moreover, he seldom voiced desires while in his mother Heather Sage’s presence.

The toys sent by Dominic Lowe failed to captivate him; he remained disinterested.

“I don’t have any star coins,” Trevon murmured.

“No star coins?” The head guard appeared concerned.

Decisively, he reassured, “Forget it, I’ll cover it. When you meet your elders, just reimburse me.”

“Big brother, you barely get any star coins each month. This kid seems to be from a remote village…”

The guard nearby approached, appearing hesitant.

However, the head guard paid no mind and prepared to enter to submit the information.

Just then, a gentle breeze swept through, signaling the arrival of a significant figure.

A white-robed young man, emanating a serene and relaxed aura, quietly ascended the raised platform.

“Little one, do you not possess any star coin?” he inquired gently.

“Yes,” Trevon responded, meeting his gaze and sensing an inexplicable connection.

Indeed, there was a bond between them—they both hailed from the Foreman family!

It was Paxton Foreman!

With a gentle shake of his head, Paxton extended his hand and retrieved the registration form from the head guard.

After a brief glance, a smile graced his lips.

With a flick of his wrist, he made a few amendments to the information.

The address was now altered to the Main Lineage Palace!