Different world! I went from slave to conquering king!

In the cozy lounge, there is a Chinese dining table made of red lacquered wood.

A pair of outstanding-looking young men and women were enjoying the delicacies provided by the system with relaxed expressions.

After taking another mouthful of seafood porridge, Zhao Ling'er slumped on the chair with satisfaction.

At this time, she had put on new training clothes again. It was unknown whether it was due to the influence of the memory before her rebirth.

Although Zhao Linger still likes beautiful clothes, she is not used to wearing them.

On the contrary, this kind of slim-fitting training clothes made her the most comfortable to wear.

Regarding this point, Chen Changsheng didn't have any objections. Anyway, the girl is beautiful and looks pleasing to the eye no matter what she wears.

Chen Changsheng also put on a brand new black outfit at this time. According to the system description, this is the pretentious suit type 2.

Chen Changsheng didn't quite understand the aesthetics of the system, but he put on this black outfit behind his back.

Chen Changsheng looked at himself in the mirror and felt that he had an inexplicable sense of majesty.

When Zhao Ling'er saw herself, her eyes seemed to brighten a little.

It also needs to be explained here that after Zhao Ling'er was brought into the team, the lounge that Zhao Ling'er owned alone was connected to Chen Changsheng.

At this time, this pure white space was Chen Changsheng's lounge, and at the edge of the space, there was a silver door.

After the door opened, it was Zhao Ling'er's own room.

When Zhao Ling'er returned to the room and closed the door, Chen Changsheng could not enter unless she gave her permission.

...

However, Zhao Ling'er will return to the room except when taking a rest.

Most of the other times, Zhao Ling'er took the initiative to come to Chen Changsheng's room to eat, practice and communicate in Chen Changsheng's room.

After experiencing a terrifying life-and-death battle, being able to soak in a hot spring and enjoy delicious food was a rare relaxing experience for the two of them.

...

After enjoying the delicacies, Zhao Ling'er's small body huddled on the mahogany chair, staring at Chen Changsheng like a curious kitten:

"So the bad woman who saved me claimed to be a member of the Purgatory tribe, and she was planning to recruit you into the team, and promised you a spot to transform your race's bloodline?"

Chen Changsheng, who was still eating, casually grabbed a fried golden chicken leg, gnawed on it and nodded slightly in reply:

"Yes, but I don't really want to switch races, so I'll find other opportunities to repay her in the future."

"Also, Master. She is your savior after all, why do you call her a bad woman?"

Zhao Linger, who was sitting on the chair, kicked her perfectly curved calves and said casually:

"Hmph, evil with such big breasts! She must be a bad woman! If it weren't for her extraordinary physique, she would have to sag sooner or later!"

When Chen Changsheng heard this, the chicken drumsticks in his hands no longer smelled good, and he retorted seriously:

"Ling'er! That's not evil! That's love! Being broad-minded is justice!"

When Zhao Ling'er heard this, she glared at Chen Changsheng bitterly, then looked down at her Yima Pingchuan, muttering something in a low voice.

Chen Changsheng relied on his extraordinary hearing to barely understand some difficult words such as lsp, still developing, and useless fat.

...

After some noise, Zhao Ling'er raised her head and said seriously:

"During the previous battle, part of my memory revived. The taboo of biochemical warriors not being able to damage the core at will was also recalled at that time."

"As for the issue of transforming races and Eastern humans..."

Having said this, Zhao Ling'er frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about organizing the words.

Chen Changsheng just ate quietly.

After the battle, the food enjoyed with his companions was particularly delicious to him.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Ling'er's somewhat erratic voice came from the other side of the dining table:

"Rome is the Rome that connects all realms. The Eastern human race generally refers to all the human races that have been educated by the Great Yan civilization."

"The place we came from is Dayan, but it's not Dayan either."

"The real Great Yan is a very great ancient civilization. Its civilization has developed to an extremely high level. It can be said that everyone is like a dragon."

"In that era, Dayan was the supreme being who ruled over all the worlds. And because it was so powerful, Dayan's civilization information even became a meme."

"After these information memes unconsciously radiated to the entire world, the development of many civilizations naturally followed the historical trajectory of the Great Yan, and many human races similar to the Great Yan people were born. From this, the Eastern human race came into being. Divide.”

"In fact, the Eastern human race should be collectively called the Great Yan people."

"But then, the great Yan civilization, which was extremely powerful for a while, suddenly disappeared from all realms overnight."

"No one knows what happened. Only the poor and weak Eastern humans scattered across the world are left, proving that the Great Yan Civilization once existed."

Zhao Ling'er's eyes became very distant. She looked at Chen Changsheng who was slightly stunned and continued:

"Yes, our Eastern race is very poor and weak. In terms of individual strength, among all races, our strength is at the bottom."

"You said you have seen the Khajiit tribe before, but you definitely don't know that although the Khajiit tribe's attributes are calculated in the same way as us."

"But they are born with a racial talent. Their strength and physical attributes will be naturally increased by 30%."

"The Tigers are only a middle-class race among the worlds. Above them, there are superior and even superior races, and they are all unimaginable monsters."

"And for some unknown reasons, the Roman consuls have an unfriendly attitude towards our Eastern races. Even many races have a certain hostility towards the Eastern races."

Zhao Ling'er's eyes became a little heavy:

"Although most of my past life memories have been sealed, in my impression, I, who later became a B-level gladiator, was already considered the mainstay of the Oriental race in Rome."

Zhao Ling'er paused for a moment to let Chen Changsheng digest the not-so-good information, and then continued:

"As far as I know, the Purgatory race is already a super race. If you, Captain, want to reach the top, joining them may be a wise choice."

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything, but continued to eat the last food left in front of him.

Zhao Ling'er also fell silent slightly. After knowing these truths, will the captain still stay with her?

After all, as long as you choose to join the team of the Purgatory clan, you can reach the sky in one step.

In the previous life, I had always been one person and one sword until the end, with no teammates to stand by with me. Is this going to be the case in this life as well?

The silent atmosphere did not last long. After Chen Changsheng swallowed the last piece of barbecued pork, he slammed the table hard and stood up:

"Harm! I'm full!"

Under Zhao Ling'er's confused gaze, Chen Changsheng crossed the dining table and walked to his side.

Chen Changsheng looked at Zhao Ling'er, who looked a little melancholy, as if he was seeing a kitten who was afraid of being abandoned.

This expression made him slightly unhappy, so Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head hard:

"Master, I am your apprentice, but I am very stubborn! I still like my black eyes, black hair, and identity as a Great Yanren."

"So, don't talk about changing races anymore."

Looking at Zhao Ling'er whose face turned clear, Chen Changsheng smiled heartily and said:

"Besides, as the weakest race, fighting all the way, this kind of thing is very cool, isn't it?"

Zhao Ling'er looked at the giggling man in front of her and seemed to think of something. She suddenly lowered her head, slapped Chen Changsheng's hand away, and whispered:

"Stupid apprentice! We, the Eastern human race, are just very weak, we are not at our weakest yet!"

"And your master, I am a reborn person. No matter what, I will take you flying! It's not your turn to be cool!"

"And you have oil on your hands! Don't touch my head! I hate it so much!"

Chen Changsheng, who retracted his palm with a smile, could not see that Zhao Ling'er, who had his head lowered, had tears in his eyes.

(Finally no longer alone...)