Chapter 166: Dark Blood Treasury, Death Attribute Points (Request for Monthly Tickets)

The Primordial Sacrifice Altar.

Two communication light screens hovered before Qi Sheng.

In the first screen was Gao Wei, dressed in pale green robes, his eyes clear yet lifeless.

In the other screen was Jiu Yin, appearing aged and frail.

After listening in detail to Qi Sheng's concept of Attribute Return, Gao Wei nodded at this moment:

"The concept of Attribute Return is entirely feasible; this process can be understood as replacing parts of the physical body. For every amount of attributes returned, a corresponding part of the player's real-world body is eliminated and replaced by a part of the Player's Body."

"Once the return reaches 100%, the player's original body in reality will vanish completely, leaving only the Player's Body. From then on, consciousness transmission for logging in will become the player shuttling back and forth between the two worlds, requiring only a projected shell to remain in reality."

"The difference lies in the fact that reality is a Soul Soul-restricted region; players cannot use Soul Soul characteristics there. However, attribute abilities are inherited based on the amount of Sacrifice Power consumed and can be used freely, thus perfectly solving the problem of insufficient player lifespan."

Hearing Gao Wei's analysis, Qi Sheng looked toward Jiu Yin.

Jiu Yin also nodded at this moment:

"But one issue must be considered: while the lifespan problem can indeed be solved through Attribute Return, the possibility of death still exists."

"For instance, if a player dies due to an accident in reality, a Cultivation Mode of death unrelated to lifespan, have you considered how to resolve that?"

Facing Jiu Yin's inquiry, Qi Sheng nodded:

"My idea, along with the Guidance, is to open up an independent hunting region, which can also be understood as a hidden region, accessible only to players who die abnormally in reality."

"Players who die accidentally can form teams within this region with no difference from normal players, but for now, it will not be interconnected with the region where normal players reside."

"If interconnection is truly desired, it must wait until the Black Black Tide completely invades Earth; by then, players can acquire Soul Soul characteristics while also being able to see their deceased relatives."

After discussing the handling plan for deceased players in detail with Gao Wei and Jiu Yin, Qi Sheng gained many new concepts.

However, specific plans would only be considered after the cultivation system was fully constructed.

Closing the light screens connecting to Gao Wei and Jiu Yin, Qi Sheng shifted his consciousness to the Colorful Mist Coast region.

Colorful Mist Coast.

Awakening from a dormant state, An Sui looked around at the eyes glaring at him with hostility, immediately sensing that something was terribly wrong.

The resurrection plan had not proceeded according to the steps he had envisioned.

After his life reconstruction, due to a massive lack of qi and blood energy, his body had regressed to an infantile form, making him no match for the group surrounding him.

But what confused An Sui was:

Why did this group of strangers, whom he had never seen before, know his identity and understand that he was a member of the Dark Blood Clan?

They had even openly stated that he possessed the secret to opening the Dark Blood Treasury.

Aside from himself and his deceased clansmen, how could outsiders possibly know this secret?

"Hey, hey, we're talking to you! Where is your secret treasury? Hurry up and take us brothers inside to have a look." A player pushed his head close to An Sui, pressing against his forehead, looking down into his eyes, and asking with a ferocious expression.

Enduring the humiliation brought by the flicking of his small bird, An Sui knew he had fallen into a desperate situation.

His life and death were completely in the hands of these fellows; if he did not cooperate, the plan to destroy the world might end before it even began, with him perishing prematurely.

The most important thing now was to preserve his life, and then consider how to escape.

Clearly, the secret on his person was the reason this group had not killed him yet.

His brain racing, An Sui, after a brief moment of thought, looked at the player before him and spoke:

"Promise me that if you do not kill me, I will lead you to the Dark Blood Clan's treasury."

"No problem; we players always keep our word."

Hearing these words, An Sui felt contempt in his heart.

Any promise between clans was meaningless and held no binding force; going back on one's word was merely a matter of a single thought.

Only one's own martial strength served as bargaining chips in negotiation.

He demanded a promise merely to stabilize these fellows while he searched for a way to break the deadlock.

Thoughts churning rapidly, he devised a strategy to cope.

The Dark Blood Clan's independent spatial treasury stored abundant Dark Blood energy; entering the treasury would do him no harm. At that time, he could borrow the Dark Blood energy within the space to activate an innate ability branded into his consciousness, turning the Black Tide and achieving a counterattack from a desperate position.

Thinking thus, he immediately spoke:

"I will take you to the treasury right now."

With that, the Dark Blood member pulled a dark red necklace from his chest.

Nearby players immediately crowded forward, activating their Analysis ability:

[Dark Blood Reincarnation Space]:

Item Quality: 355

Item Description: One of the 800 independent spaces created during the era of the Dark Blood Legion, each belonging to a different Dark Blood Legion. When the legions scattered during inter-world wars, these fell into the hands of various Dark Blood Legion Commanders. It is a place for the reshaping of the life reincarnation of Dark Blood warriors and the storage of resources.

Seeing the necklace in An Sui's hand, the players' eyes went straight.

This thing was actually an item of quality 355, even higher than the one in Tong Zi's possession.

Although it was unclear what 'reshaping of life reincarnation' meant in the analysis information, the key point was the latter phrase: a place for storing resources.

The regional voice channel instantly exploded:

"Holy crap, I want this necklace! How do we split it?"

"How about we split it equally after sacrificing Di Zhao, letting the God King act as the witness?"

"I'm a college student; let me use it first."

"Stop messing around, okay? The treasury hasn't even been opened yet; it's not time to divide the spoils. Calm down, see what this kid plans to do next, strip him bare down to his underwear, and only then consider the necklace."

"There are at least ten thousand players here. Even if we split it equally after sacrificing, it would only be a few thousand Sacrifice Power, maybe ten thousand at most. I'd rather choose the treasury."

The players discussed various proposals for handling this high-quality necklace amidst a hubbub of voices.

Just then, An Sui suddenly spoke:

"Put me down; I will take you to the Dark Blood Clan's treasury right now."

Upon hearing this, the player holding An Sui immediately set him down, while nearby players decisively surged forward to form a encirclement, preventing An Sui from escaping.

Only to see An Sui place the necklace on the ground, as dark red energy surged from his palm to touch the gemstone on the necklace.

Centered on the gemstone, lines of dark red runes spread rapidly across the ground like agile swimming snakes.

It was as if an invisible hand was writing on the ground; the speed at which the array was outlined was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, a huge and complex circular teleportation array pattern formed on the ground.

Rune characters detached from the array, dancing around the gemstone on the necklace.

Resonating with each other, the lights interwove, forming a hazy yet brilliant light screen around the array.

Nearby players immediately activated their Analysis ability.

[Dark Blood Reincarnation Space Channel]:

Array Introduction: A connection node leading to the Dark Blood independent space.

Realizing there was no issue with the array, the nearby players appeared extremely excited.

Just then, a player nearby suddenly reached out and grabbed An Sui, who was about to crouch down and touch the gemstone:

"Don't move! Tell us first how to activate the teleportation?"

Facing the inquiry, An Sui did not conceal the method of teleportation:

"One only needs to stand inside the teleportation array and touch the gemstone to travel to my Dark Blood Clan's independent space."

Hearing this, the nearby players reached out to touch the gemstone one after another; instantly, the array operated at high speed, emitting a rumbling sound, and players continuously transformed into white light and vanished.

Learning through team voice chat that their teammates had indeed entered the treasury, the remaining players also proceeded without hesitation.

Shortly after, An Sui, following the players, triggered the gemstone and vanished from the spot in a flash of white light.

Qi Sheng, who had been observing in secret, also followed the players into the spatial tunnel at this moment.

After a brief traversal of consciousness, it was as if he had broken into a different dimension.

The Dark Blood Treasury presented before Qi Sheng was not constructed of physical matter but woven from surging Dark Blood energy.

With the arrival of the players, the thick, ink-black dark energy at the entrance slowly parted like a curtain.

Filled with curiosity, the players crossed the energy curtain one by one to enter the interior of the treasury.

The space inside was vast; the ground was paved with flowing energy. Though it appeared liquid, stepping on it felt as solid as rock. From time to time, wisps of black lightning darted up, emitting faint "hissing" sounds; these were ripples caused by the flow of energy.

The walls of the treasury were covered with layers upon layers of rune carvings that resembled living creatures, constantly shifting and changing.

In the very center of the space hovered a giant energy cube, outlined by countless fine energy lines. Each Iron Face shimmered with different hues, and within, a faint black vortex could be vaguely seen.

At the top of the space was a dome composed of starlight particles, converging into a magnificent nebula-like pattern.

Through analysis information, Qi Sheng discovered that these patterns depicted world maps conquered and plundered during the era of the Dark Blood Legion.

At this moment, his consciousness touched a starlight point.

Instantly, the image imprinted within the starlight enlarged.

He saw a shattered world manifest before his eyes, with countless Dark Blood warriors standing suspended in the air above the broken space.

Seeing this scene, Qi Sheng suddenly thought of the Glory Chronicle he had created.

Clearly, the Dark Blood Legion also had similar traditions.

Every starlight point on the dome recorded a shattered world that had been plundered, imprinted above the space like souvenirs, forming a vast composition of a sea of stars.

Reviewing these starlight records, he found that although the Dark Blood Clan during the Legion era was a plundering force, they only plundered resources.

In comparison, the plundering of the Black Black Tide appeared far more thorough, devouring entire worlds until not a single scrap remained.

Even more thorough was the Combat Insect Clan; besides devouring worlds, they did not spare even fleeing populations, focusing on leaving no one alive.

Through the starlight records on the starry dome, Qi Sheng could see that the Dark Blood Clan had once had a glorious era.

They merely encountered an insurmountable calamity during their wars of plunder, perhaps the terrifying Black Black Tide or the combat insect races; ultimately, the Darkblood Legion collapsed, and the remaining Darkblood members scattered into exile, distributing themselves across different worlds to rebuild civilization.

An Sui hailed from one of these fleeing factions.

Sweeping his consciousness across the scene, Qi Sheng finally understood through analysis why the parsed information identified this space as the region of the Darkblood clan's cycle of life and death.

At the end of the multiple scenes stood an energy cube ten times larger than the first scene.

According to the parsed information, this energy cube possessed a powerful ability.

It could accept consciousness to nurture new life.

It could be understood that this space was the underworld in the eyes of the Darkblood clan, serving both as a repository for resources and as the starting point for reincarnation.

The Darkblood clan would strip the consciousness from their fallen warriors and cast it into the Reincarnation Cube to be nurtured anew.

Driven by curiosity, Qi Sheng delved deeper to analyze the rune information on the Reincarnation Cube.

The content presented before his eyes left him torn between laughter and tears; he had never expected reincarnation and rebirth could be played this way.

[Reincarnation Cube Node (Rules Lost)]:

Darkblood War Merit: 0

Strength Talent (Passive): Upon purchase, the body born in the next reincarnation gains Strength Talent +1.

Cost: 1,000 points of Darkblood War Merit.

Wisdom Talent (Passive): Upon purchase, the body born in the next reincarnation gains Wisdom Talent +1.

Cost: 2,500 points of Darkblood War Merit.

Combat Mastery (Passive): Upon purchase, the body born in the next reincarnation gains Combat Mastery Talent +1.

Cost: 2,000 points of Darkblood War Merit.

Life Erosion (Passive): Upon purchase, the body born in the next reincarnation gains the Life Erosion Mark, greatly extending lifespan and enhancing life growth potential.

Cost: 180,000 points of Darkblood War Merit.

Soul Siphon (Active): Upon purchase, the reincarnated body inherently possesses the powerful art of Soul Siphon; it can weave a net of souls through its eyes to imprison a target's consciousness, trapping them in a mental predicament where they cannot drive their body to act.

Cost: 580,000 points of Darkblood War Merit.

After reading the parsed information, Qi Sheng finally understood what kind of cheat-level ability this once deeply rooted inter-world plundering faction had mastered.

This cheat could be understood as: A Get Stronger After Death System.

With every reincarnation, one could exchange Darkblood War Merit for talents in the next life.

Strength, wisdom, combat mastery... even appearance and innate abilities could all be commodities exchangeable with war merit within the reincarnation system.

The war merit a Darkblood warrior acquired through killing and plundering could secure a higher starting point for growth in their next life.

Theoretically, a warrior blessed with vast war merit would begin their life at a starting point that was an unimaginable endpoint for other clansmen.

By strengthening talents to the extreme, every instance of growth would bring improvements to attributes such as strength and wisdom.

Qi Sheng simulated two Darkblood warriors after adding points to their talents.

Taking Strength Talent as an example.

Warrior A had a Strength Talent of 10, while Warrior B had a Strength Talent of 20.

Training with the same regimen, every time Warrior B performed physical training, the strength bonus gained was 2, whereas Warrior A gained a strength bonus of only 1.

The gap in innate potential within the same clan was enormous.

This was very much like the concepts of karma and karmic force mentioned in many religions during his time on Earth before transmigration.

Through effort in this life, one could obtain a higher starting point in the next life after reincarnation.

The difference was that in religious concepts, the person cultivating for the next life could not witness it with their own eyes, but for the Darkblood clan members, the next life was clearly visible; a single glance at their war merit revealed how high their starting point would be.

No wonder the former Darkblood Legion possessed the capability to wage war across multiple worlds.

Under the blessing of this cheat-level rule, the warriors of the Darkblood Legion feared death not at all, thinking only of acquiring more war merit to exchange for more and stronger innate abilities.

Death did not signify the end of life, but rather a higher starting point after reincarnation.

Indeed, Darkblood warriors needed to die to achieve growth, thereby acquiring more war merit.

After all, storing vast amounts of war merit without spending it meant that continuing to live would not bring any breakthrough in power.

However, as long as they underwent reincarnation and added points after death, the growth potential brought by a brand-new body was far beyond what their previous selves could compare to, allowing them to easily break through growth bottlenecks that were difficult to surpass in their previous lives.

In this aspect, they were quite similar to players.

The difference lay in the fact that the Sacrificial Power obtained by players could be directly converted into strength.

But the war merit obtained by Darkblood warriors could only be used after death.

It was equivalent to players storing vast amounts of Sacrificial Power and then converting that Sacrificial Power into strength through death.

This kind of life remodeling instantly sparked Qi Sheng's interest.

If this rule could be combined with the Challenger System, then every time a player died thereafter, they could add points to their attributes and abilities in the Death Mall.

The difference was that players under the protection of the Challenger System could recover their memories from before death upon resurrection.

Whereas the death of the Darkblood Legion belonged to a fresh start after the dissipation of memories.

This was also the reason the rule was called Reincarnation rather than Resurrection.

Regrettably, this Darkblood space was merely a node of the Reincarnation Rule, not the rule itself.

After the Darkblood Legion was crushed by a powerful faction, this node had lost its connection to the main body of the rule, becoming completely ornamental and unable to utilize the power of the rule anymore.

Otherwise, the infinite resurrection of the player legion combined with the post-death talent point addition brought by the Reincarnation Rule would simply be a perfect combination.

As for acquiring war merit, it was not difficult.

The parsed information indicated that killing, plundering, and warfare could all generate war merit energy.

The actions of players in the Monster World could align with the acquisition of Darkblood War Merit, and could also mobilize the players' enthusiasm for participating in war.

"What a pity; I wonder where the rule was lost."

[Boss, it is possible that the portion of the fleeing clan holding the Darkblood Reincarnation Rule has already arrived in the Monster World; perhaps we will have a chance to meet in the future, and then we will have the opportunity to acquire the Darkblood Reincarnation Rule.]

"Let us hope so."

In Qi Sheng's view, the Guide's analysis indeed held a certain possibility.

An Sui belonged merely to a branch faction of the Darkblood Legion, so they had not fled with the rule, carrying only a Darkblood space.

The Reincarnation Rule should be in the hands of the main lineage of the Darkblood Legion.

It was just like how the homeland world of the Moon Eclipse Clan was destroyed by the Black Black Tide; when they fled, they split into five batches of clansmen, crossing different world barriers separately to escape to different worlds.

The main lineage of the Moon Eclipse Clan fled to Earth, and those Moon Eclipse ancestors carried the most important Star Net AI.

The other branches of the Moon Eclipse Clan did not have the Star Net's assistance; they carried only Node AIs, which differed vastly in capability from the Star Net.

There was even such a possibility: in the future, players of the Moon Eclipse Clan might encounter other fleeing branch clansmen in the Monster World.

Therefore, in the Guide's analysis, it was entirely possible to encounter the main lineage of the Darkblood Clan carrying a cheat rule in the Monster World.

Perhaps the main lineage faction of the Darkblood Clan was already thriving in the Monster World, becoming a dominant power on some continent, merely separated from the Pale Continent where the players were located by thousands of mountains and rivers, making an encounter difficult.

If there truly was a chance to meet in the future, he would reserve this rule in advance.

Without dwelling further on this issue, Qi Sheng swept his consciousness across the entire Darkblood space.

He discovered that although there were reserved resources in the space, after converting them into Sacrificial Power, it amounted to only 160 million, which truly could not be considered wealthy.

The reason was understandable.

This branch of the Darkblood Clan had fled to a minor world and had no channels to acquire vast resources.

Furthermore, the war brought by the Black Black Tide's invasion of the minor world had nearly drained this clan's foundation; leaving a resource inventory of 160 million was already quite good.

He even felt that this portion of inventory did not come from the minor world, but was legacy left behind by the Darkblood Legion when they split and fled years ago.

This was because the resource vault contained many types of resources from different worlds, not produced within a single minor world.

The wealth carried during the split had been consumed until now and was clearly nearly exhausted.

However, the fact that players could gain extra benefits was naturally a good thing for him.

Every time players sacrificed items, he could benefit from it.

At this moment, his gaze shifted toward the players.

The players who had entered the treasure vault swept their gazes across the scene ahead.

On the left was a small mountain piled high with spirit crystals, emitting rich five-colored spirit light; every spirit crystal was flawless and translucent, dyeing the walls in mottled colors.

Beside it stood rows of exquisite jade boxes, their bodies carved with mysterious runes.

On the right side of the treasure vault were placed various strangely shaped weapons.

Swords that were not swords, blades that were not blades; they were all weapons with alien characteristics, unsuitable for player use.

In the corner of the first scene of the treasure vault, there was also a pool of spirit liquid extracted from spiritual plants.

Seeing so many treasures, the players went completely mad, surging forward in vast numbers toward the various resources to begin a sweeping Cultivation Mode; upon contact, they could store the resources in their personal space bags.

At this time, not a single player paid any attention to An Sui, who had followed them into the treasure vault.

At this moment, An Sui rejoiced secretly in his heart; he had finally entered the space's home ground.

Next, all these fellows would die here, unable to take anything away.

Even the items they carried on their persons would become resource reserves within the treasure vault.

At this moment, An Sui raised his hand, and a complex spirit pattern appeared on his forehead.

Instantly, the energy-constructed floor beneath his feet radiated light, and countless points of light converged toward him.

The innate ability "Darkblood Divine Descent" activated; after the energy converged on his body surface, the prototype of an energy war puppet over ten meters tall manifested.

The head of the energy war puppet resembled a burning giant egg, with three sharp energy horns rising from the top, bursting forth with "hissing" dark red electric currents.

Its limbs were thick, its two arms like two flowing volcanoes, with dark red energy constantly churning on the surface, while its hands transformed into huge energy claws, their edges flashing with serrated crimson light like blazing blades.

The continuously converging dark red energy generated an energy core in the chest cavity of the energy war puppet.

Feeling the energy intertwine outside his body, a ferocious expression surfaced on An Sui's Iron Face.

According to historical records, the ability he was currently using was a talent ability exchanged for 80,000 War Merit points in his eighth life.

Since then, through generation after generation of reincarnation, it had been passed down to him.

He had always regarded this ability as useless; its effect was to manipulate Darkkin energy to construct Darkkin War Puppets, with their specific strength determined by the amount of energy consumed in their construction, relying entirely on external energy.

Therefore, in his eyes, it held no value.

Yet he never expected it would become the key to saving his life at this very moment.

After successfully constructing an energy war puppet using the energy within the treasure vault, intense fury arose in An Sui's heart.

He would repay the humiliation he had just suffered with blood.

All these fellows would become the blood food for him to restore his power.

At this moment, the players paid no attention whatsoever, too lazy to care about An Sui, and were still frantically scrambling for the resources inside the treasure vault.

Outside, the spatial array formation was still operating, continuously transporting more players into the Darkkin treasure vault.

An Sui struck at this moment, swinging his energy claws to draw streaks of dark red light arcs; wherever they passed, players were torn to shreds.

"Hahaha, ants, all of you are ants."

Amidst the slaughter, An Sui's suppressed mood found release, and ferocious light flickered in his crimson eyes.

But very soon, he could no longer laugh.

He discovered that although these lifeforms calling themselves the Player Clan would explode into a cloud of blood mist upon being killed, they would ultimately dissipate into black mist, leaving him not a single shred of qi and blood energy.

This meant his slaughter could not bring about any restoration of his own strength.

Yet An Sui still did not stop killing; he intended to crush every single one of these ants to death.

Then he would go to the outside world to grow through devouring, step by step ascending to become a god standing at the peak of this world.

But this thought was quickly suppressed by a new doubt.

He had noticed something strange.

Members of the Player Clan were being killed continuously, yet they showed not the slightest resistance.

Even at the cost of their lives, they greedily reached out to touch all kinds of resources within the Darkkin space; this was clearly extremely bizarre.

The answer to this question was revealed very quickly.

He discovered in terror that any resource touched by the Player Clan would vanish into thin air.

For instance, regarding the small mountain of crystal stones piled up, as players rolled around on it, the crystal stones decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, within the voice channel, players were roaring with excitement:

"I told you upgrading the Inventory slots was beneficial; you guys can't fit any more, but I still can, hahaha."

"Which bird-brain is going to deal with An Sui? I'll help you pack these resources; hurry up and go fight."

"We're rich, we're rich! I asked the Guide and just packed over ten thousand Sacrificial Power; I can raise my Body Tempering level as soon as I return. Happiness came too suddenly."

"Sure enough, if you want to get rich you have to look at the Explorer Party players. Thanks to the Explorer for delivering this opportunity; I'll go brush some Sacrificial Power in his livestream room in a bit."

"Don't hit me, let me pack a bit more; I'm relying on this windfall to open the seventh Star Vein slot. Mental Shockwave Life Soul, here I come!"

Discovering that resources touched by players would disappear sent An Sui into a panic.

Although the stock of resources within the Darkkin space was already not large, it was the cornerstone of his resurgence.

If it continued to decrease like this, he would have no starting resources to build the Darkkin Fortress he had envisioned, nor to embark on the path of war and plunder.

But the players still paid him no heed.

To the players, the meaning of being alive was far less important than earning profits.

So even though An Sui was making small moves right under their noses, no player was willing to pay attention, preferring to spend time snatching more resources from the treasure vault.

In the regional voice channel, players were all shouting to go stop An Sui's slaughter, but for all their shouting, not a single player took actual action.

They all clearly understood one thing: whoever went would die; only a fool would go.

Very soon, more than half the resources in the first spatial layer were plundered, and at this moment, An Sui's eyes turned red with killing intent.

But the players simply could not be killed off completely.

Continuously, new players entered the Darkkin space from the teleportation array constructed outside the space.

Players who appeared did not even bother to glance at him, instead roaring as they charged toward the piled-up resources.

Their posture was as if to say, "I am here with a sack to pack money; nothing else matters."

They completely ignored his brutal slaughter.

An Sui could not understand why these lifeforms would choose wealth over their own lives.

Furthermore, where exactly did the taken resources go?

With his current reserve of knowledge, he simply could not answer this question.

All he could do was accelerate the slaughter and do his utmost to guard the wealth.

This was completely different from the development An Sui had envisioned.

In his conception, once these greedy fellows entered the Darkkin space, he would hold the initiative from then on.

Through perception, he had judged the qi and blood strength of these strange lifeforms, believing that after activating his Darkkin War Puppet form, he was fully capable of suppressing them all.

He even thought that by killing just a portion of them, the remaining members of the Player Clan would lose their fighting ability in fear.

But the plot did not develop according to the script he had imagined.

The players entering the Darkkin space were like untamed wild horses; in their greedy gazes existed only the piled-up resources.

His slaughter not only failed to instill fear in these fellows, but instead accelerated the speed at which they plundered resources and wealth.

"Stop everything for me!"

Watching the resources diminish rapidly, An Sui roared desperately amidst the slaughter.

But not a single player obeyed his words to stop; they continued carrying their sacks to pack money.

"Kill!"

An Sui let out an enraged roar, manipulating the energy war puppet enveloping his body to slaughter players on a large scale.

But kill one batch, and a new batch would surge into the space; the teleportation array remaining outside had become a channel for players to spawn troops and enter the field.

Very soon, a portion of the players charged toward the second scene to continue plundering the resources inside.

At this moment, the Darkkin reached out, grabbed a player, pinched his neck, and lifted him high, threatening:

"Your clansmen are in my hands; stop everything for me!"

No player spoke in response; there was only the sound of scrambling for resources.

Nearby players did not even bother to turn their heads to look at him.

"Your clans..."

Realizing his threat was utterly useless, An Sui cut his words in half and crushed the player in his hand into a cloud of blood mist.

At this moment, he was furious to the point of madness, yet helpless.

He even felt like a clown, performing with all his might while no member of the Player Clan gave him a response.

Simultaneously, a video post sparked heated discussion on the player forum:

[Remember when someone said how could there be an opportunity to pack money with sacks every time? That doesn't fit the normal settings of a game; this time it must be a trap scene. What about now?]

Poster: Sad Wages

Content: (Darkkin Space Video) (Screenshot of packing money with a sack.)

Comment Section:

Evil Sun Immortal: I got slaughtered by An Sui; what a pity. Fortunately, before dying I packed a whole Inventory sack full of resources. I haven't asked the Guide yet, but a preliminary estimate suggests it should be around ten thousand Sacrificial Power. I'm thrilled to death. The Explorers must have luck blessing them; they can always find special scenes. With so many Explorer Party players, why is his luck the best?

Call Me Second Grandpa: The Explorer is our Player Faction's internal God of Wealth; following him really lets you feast. No wonder so many veteran players head straight to his livestream room to watch boring scenery whenever they enter the Black Room; I get it now, you guys are camping for opportunities.

Erlang Manifests True Form Fungus: In the video, An Sui has gone mad with killing, yet you guys aren't resisting. Why aren't you resisting? Hurry up and resist for me; don't lose Iron Face for us players. Fight back, stop looting, wait for me, I'm almost there (God of Wealth Overheated.jpg).

Tea Rhyme Thousand Years: I'm on my way; brothers, you must save some for me. My pet is almost level 25; I just need this windfall to rush to level 30.

Brave Little Newbie: When I saw the post back then, I knew there must be a chance to get rich in the special scene. But the problem is, I've only been in the Monster World for a few days; as a newbie, I simply don't have money to buy a vehicle. Even more tragically, I was killed by a monster halfway and sent back to the Novice Village. My strength is too weak; I don't even have a chance to touch the opportunity. Begging veteran players to carry me (wiping tears.jpg).

After the post was published, it attracted even more players to set out toward the direction where the Darkkin space channel array formation was located.

The resulting consequence was that An Sui simply could not kill all the players entering the field.

Outside, several long dragons had already formed in line.

No matter how many players were killed, new players would always descend through the spatial array formation to fill the vacancies.

Lucky players broke through An Sui's slaughter and began scavenging wealth; unlucky players were killed by An Sui before they even had time to scavenge resources upon entering, and after their souls returned to Di Zhao, they cursed loudly on the forum, believing that dog thing An Sui was targeting them specifically.

This was also a characteristic of the Monster World in the players' eyes.

In normal games, the reward distribution mechanisms for events and quests are designed to be relatively fair, allowing every player to experience the joy brought by the event.

But events in the Monster World depended purely on luck.

Unlucky players could die twice in a row without getting a single bit of resources, while lucky players had not died once since entering the Darkkin space from the start.

This disparity always made lucky players beam with joy and unlucky players curse loudly.

During this period, the heart of a certain fellow who had vowed to become a world-destroying great demon king was dripping blood.

Watching the resources disappear yet being powerless to stop it caused his mentality to collapse.

What frightened him even more was that his spiritual power was constantly being consumed during the slaughter; he feared he could not hold out much longer.

Thinking that he would once again fall into the hands of these greedy fellows, An Sui's mood plummeted to the bottom.

"Kill!"

In despair, An Sui chose to continue slaughtering, using this method to vent the emotions in his heart.

Several hours later, An Sui had lost count of how many members of the Player Clan he had slain.

He only felt waves of dizziness crashing through his head; he could no longer maintain his Dark-Blood War Puppet form and was persisting solely by force of will.

Finally, he stood rooted to the spot and ceased his slaughter.

The war puppet constructed from dark-red Dark-Blood energy covering his body dissolved into scattered points of starlight.

Weak and exposed, he stood before the frenzied players.

Yet to his astonishment, even facing him in this state of complete helplessness, the nearby members of the Player Clan still paid him no heed.

It was as if he were nothing more than an invisible wall of air.

Whether he existed or not caused not a single ripple of emotion in the players.

"What a humiliating disgrace!"

The players' behavior filled An Sui with an overwhelming sense of suffocation and frustration.

As the king of his clan, when had he ever suffered such treatment?

Even the Black Black Tide commanders who had destroyed his homeland world would spare him a second glance when they met; he had even exchanged words with Black Black Tide evil spirit warriors in the past.

Yet this group of weak players had ignored him from start to finish.

Even after he had slaughtered tens of thousands of their clansmen, he could not earn so much as a single glance.

Feeling utterly humiliated, An Sui reached out to block a player whose Iron Face was twisted with greed, snarling viciously:

"I have killed tens of thousands of your clansmen; why do you not hate me?"

"Get the hell out of the way! Hate my grandmother! Right now, I hate nothing more than you blocking my path!"

With those words, the female player he had blocked launched a flying kick, sending the weakened An Sui tumbling aside, before sprinting toward Scene Number Three while shouting:

"Brothers, save some soup for me; I'm coming!"

Lying kicked aside on the ground, An Sui's expression turned blank.

As the energy war puppet state faded, the fear of death rising in his heart was completely overwhelmed by the humiliation of being utterly ignored by the members of the Player Clan.

He had fought across seventy-eight generations within the Dark-Blood Legion, with historical records documenting every single generation.

Throughout those long years of conquest, he had led his clansmen to shatter the barriers of countless worlds; the name An Sui had echoed like thunder across innumerable realms.

As the commander of a legion, he had even earned the title of "World-Destroyer."

Yet at this moment, in this strange world, he was suffering unprecedented humiliations one after another.

Though he harbored resentment at being defeated by the mysterious war legion, he knew in his heart that his skills simply were not up to the task.

Failure requires no excuse; it exists simply because one is weak.

But this swarm of ants calling themselves the Player Clan had kicked him, a demon king who had traversed multiple worlds, aside like garbage.

Such humiliation was something he had never experienced before.

Looking up, he saw the gazes of passing Player Clan members sweep over him repeatedly, yet their eyes held not a single ripple of emotion; to them, he was merely air, nothing more than the most insignificant speck of dust in this world.

This disregard was like a sharp ice dagger stabbing straight into the depths of his soul, a humiliation far more excruciating than being sliced to pieces by a thousand knives.

His fists clenched involuntarily, bones cracking audibly, as the scant blood and energy remaining in his body surged like an angry Black Tide:

"I will... kill you all..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure passed by him and kicked him squarely in the Iron Face, sending him flying to the side, the kicker remarking with disgust:

"Get out of the way, you dog blocking my path to riches."

The fury in his eyes turned blank once more after that kick.

The pride in his heart was smashed to smithereens by that single blow.

His homeland destroyed, his clansmen dead, himself near death... and now, to be bullied by an ant-like power, a weak clan that in the past would not have even been worthy of speaking to him.

Under this barrage of successive blows, An Sui's emotions finally snapped.

He lay dazed on the ground, watching the players pass by, his eyes devoid of spirit.

The players were like a locust swarm passing through; wherever they went, they left nothing but devastation.

An Sui simply lay there quietly, watching helplessly as the resources of several connected spatial scenes flowed away like fine sand in an hourglass, irretrievably lost.

These greedy plunderers continued to surge in like a Black Tide, every pore on their bodies radiating a craving for wealth.

The Spirit Crystal Mountain, once shining brilliantly, was now being frantically grabbed by countless greedy hands.

This wealth had been brought back by his clansmen plundering the myriad worlds during the era of the Dark-Blood Legion, spared from being devoured by the Black Black Tide, yet now it was gradually dimming amidst the frantic looting of these ants.

The spiritual plants stored on the spatial spirit fields were uprooted completely; even the soil of the spirit fields was not spared, vanishing rapidly under the rough handling of the plunderers, leaving behind only the lingering medicinal fragrance of spiritual plants in the air.

The war weapons in the armory were not spared either, fought over wantonly by the plunderers; these weapons had been the painstaking masterpieces of Dark-Blood clan artisans, yet now they collided against one another in the scramble, emitting sounds like mournful wails.

Yet An Sui remained as if struck by a paralysis spell, staring blankly at it all.

Though the thought of wanting to save these things arose in his heart, he was utterly powerless to act.

The waves of dizziness brought on by the exhaustion of his mental energy made his body feel incredibly heavy.

His throat felt as if blocked by something; he wanted to scream, yet could not produce a single sound. The fury in his heart surged like a violent Black Tide, repeatedly battering against his reason, trying to ignite his fighting spirit, only to be crushed again and again by a profound sense of helplessness.

Even the liquid spirit marrow on the ground that formed the Dark-Blood space was not spared by these greedy fellows.

They lay prostrate on the ground, constantly striking the surface to dig out the spirit marrow, their greedy desires seeming as if they intended to devour the entire Dark-Blood space.

Watching helplessly as the Dark-Blood space was reduced to a messy ruin, he found himself with absolutely no way to stop all of this from continuing.

Gazing at those members of the Player Clan whose faces overflowed with greedy smiles, the spiritual light scattering from the various resources deeply imprinted their "ugly" figures into An Sui's mind.

"I hate this!"

His heart was filled with immense regret.

He could have chosen a different method to escape his predicament, yet he had opted for what he believed was the cleverest plan.

Thinking of this, An Sui lay powerless on the ground.

He allowed tears to swirl in his eyes, yet possessed no strength to change this cruel reality.

(End of Chapter)