Wasteland's Only King - Chapter 302 - 61: Ophelia Fleet Descends to the Low Dimension! Commander Examination! Trouble Seekers Arrive!
“Low Dimension?”
“The same Low Dimension as in the Low-dimensional Server?”
Inside the interstellar spaceship.
Ah Long stared out the porthole at the starry sky, looking dazed.
As a subordinate of the Ophelia Federation, he was no stranger to the Low-dimensional Server.
Or rather—
Under normal circumstances, any subordinate with legitimate federation identity is intimately tied to the Low-dimensional Server.
The reason was simple.
The Ophelia Federation’s twelve years of mandatory education are conducted within the Low-dimensional Server.
More precisely—
Completion of twelve years mandatory schooling means reaching the Tier Twenty ceiling inside the Low-dimensional Wasteland server.
Thirty years ago, Ah Long completed his mandatory education on Heaven Star, reaching Tier Twenty.
From then on, he officially embarked on the path to pursuing Limitless transcendence.
For Ophelia and other High-Dimensional Federation subjects, Tier Twenty is merely the starting point.
Only after reaching Tier Twenty can one begin to break the limits.
Within the federation, few people even use the ’Tier Twenty’ system of the Extraordinary Tier System anymore.
It’s replaced by tiers corresponding to the limit-breaking coefficient.
0.1% Limitless equals Tier One Level One.
1.1% Limitless equals Tier Two Level One.
And so on, up to the federation’s mightiest Tier Ten Limitless Powerful Being.
“Lord Yu Jin is in the Low Dimension?”
Ah Long muttered to himself, incredulous.
He’d personally witnessed Yu Jin log into Mars OL, watched him single-handedly crush the Fallen One army in Venus OL, and on the Alpha Star server, saw him destroy the Level IV Civilization star realm warship that Miss Athena had mentioned—all by himself.
If you said Yu Jin came from a civilization federation even higher than Ophelia, Ah Long would believe ten thousand times over.
But…
He came from the Low Dimension?
A player from the Low Dimension can’t even reach Tier Twenty, right?
Ah Long furrowed his brow, recalling information within the federation about ’Promoted Players.’
As a High-Dimensional Federation, the Ophelia Federation governs countless low-dimensional servers.
Among them—
Every year, outstanding top-ranked players from Low-dimensional Servers can be promoted and enter the Ophelia Federation.
Those players call this ’Dimension Ascension.’
But…
Promoted players, within the federation, are not even equal to the lowest V-Class Citizen.
Those promoted every year spend nearly ten or even decades as manual laborers or grunts to finally reach the level of Tier Twenty Evolver.
If it’s a so-called Lord in the mouth of a promoted player, because they originally had levels like Tier Eighteen or Tier Nineteen, the time spent may be a little shorter.
But…
There’s no real difference.
The Tier Twenty eagerly sought by Low-dimensional players is only the starting point for High-Dimensional Federation subordinates—even Second Generation of the Elite can easily reach it before adulthood.
“Ah Long.”
Inside the spaceship, Don Flack’s words pulled Ah Long back to reality.
“Hard to believe, isn’t it?”
“To be honest…”
“I find it incomprehensible too.”
“Yesterday, when I heard this from Miss Athena, I thought I’d misheard.”
The former captain of Blue Silver Squad, Don Flack, was sighing endlessly at this moment.
Coming from the Flack Clan, he was just like other Second Generation of the Elite, holding deep contempt for those whose identity tier was lower than his own.
And the lowest of the low in the federation are precisely those Low-dimensional Promoted Players…
Yet now—
Yu Jin’s status was so exalted that he could only gaze up in awe.
The gap between them was like an insurmountable chasm.
BOOM—
RUMBLE——!
The ship’s engines shook incessantly.
Ah Long and Don Flack sat in silent opposition, quietly staring at the starry sky outside the window.
Time passed slowly.
One whole day slipped by.
This vast and mighty fleet reached the southeastern edge of the Ophelia Federation, to a star realm that appeared remote and desolate.
This star realm was wrapped in countless nebulae.
Outside each nebula, faint membranes could be seen.
Inside those membranes, innumerable galaxy clusters could be glimpsed—those clusters looked tinier, and slightly unreal.
“Miss Athena said—”
“Since we’re leading a fleet on a large-scale descent into the Low Dimension this time, we must enter via the server.”
“Otherwise, like those scattered stowaways sneaking into the Low Dimension, you could just solve it with a helmet.”
Don Flack spoke softly, half to himself, half to clarify things for Ah Long.
“A star realm composed of Low-dimensional Servers…”
Ah Long stared at the scene before him, dumbstruck.
Until now—
He’d heard many rumors about ’Low-dimensional Promoted Players’, but never met one in person.
In fact—
Even subordinates of the Ophelia Federation who are V-Class Citizens seldom interact with them—it’s simply meaningless.
The only real value those players have may come from low welfare benefits distributed by the Federation Government—the only ones connecting with them are usually lawbreakers trying to seize or exploit those benefits.
BOOM—
RUMBLE——!
The starry sky vibrated without pause.
Soon after—
The outer membrane of the nearest nebula started to fade.
“Permission granted!”
“All units, enter quickly!”
Inside the spaceship, Athena’s faint voice echoed.
SWISH——!
The moment the words fell—
The spaceship carrying Ah Long and Don Flack shot toward the widening gap in the membrane.
SWISH SWISH——!
Throughout the starry sky—
Ships, warships, mechas—all poured in one after another.
BUZZ——!
At the moment the ship passed through the membrane—
A crisp mechanical sound rang out in Ah Long’s ears.
[Welcome to…]
[Griffith-1 Star System Wasteland Server!]
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Drake-3 Star System Wasteland.
Endless Starry Sky.
An immense fortress fleet moved forward with thunderous might.
