Chapter 327: Fallen Graduate, Get-Rich-Quick Plan

“Who’s kind enough to lend 20 sacrificial power? I need to use a teleport gate, thank you, big brother.”

“Graduate student begging for 20 sacrificial power urgently—just one point short for the teleport gate. Good people will have peace in life.”

“Can anyone respond? Borrow me 20 sacrificial power—I’ll pay you back double.”

After shouting in the regional channel, Yu Chuan finally understood one thing.

Why are there always beggars in the regional channel asking for sacrificial power to use teleport gates?

After having all his sacrificial power deducted, he had become one of them.

This login, he opened his spatial inventory—and the first thing he saw was his balance: 0.

He wanted to teleport to the Sen Luo Lin Jing region, but lacked sacrificial power and couldn’t activate the teleport function.

He had originally thought that even if he had no sacrificial power on him, stepping out meant heading to A Le Training.

Once there, he’d engage in a thrilling battle—how could he possibly lack sacrificial power?

But he hadn’t realized that the last big battle at A Le Training Camp had been the final slaughter feast.

He had now been forcibly graduated from A Le Training Camp.

Now, when he went to A Le Training Camp, the gatekeeper old man glared at him and refused entry—any attempt earned him a one-hour black room experience voucher.

Trying to continue classes under the gatekeeper’s perception was utterly unrealistic.

Too many graduated seniors had entertained similar ideas—and without exception, all were swept into the black room, with no room for negotiation.

The rules of A Le Training Camp were this cruel and merciless.

And the gatekeeper’s authority brooked no challenge.

This time, being swept out the door left his sacrificial power balance at: -10 sacrificial power.

So now he was trapped inside the Illusory Spirit Wasteland space node.

This problem wasn’t without a solution.

He just needed to exit the space node, detour to another region of the Illusory Spirit Wasteland, and hunt monsters to earn sacrificial power.

But the process was rather tedious.

In comparison, simply begging in the regional channel was clearly more convenient.

If a kind soul donated 20 sacrificial power, his current predicament could be easily resolved.

Seeing no players respond to him, Yu Chuan couldn’t help shouting again in the regional voice channel.

“Where did this beggar come from? Get lost and stop hogging regional channel resources.”

At that moment, a player sent him a private message.

Yu Chuan had once entertained similar thoughts.

He’d always seen people in the regional channel demanding sacrificial power, and he’d looked down on them, thinking they’d be better off hunting instead of wasting time.

But while he thought it, he’d never verbally attacked those players begging in the regional channel.

Yet he never imagined he’d end up being called a “beggar” himself.

He’d considered directly buying sacrificial power with real money.

But the price of sacrificial power had been inflated to 1:1000, and few players were willing to sell.

The reason wasn’t hard to understand.

Sacrificial power had received the Erosion Clan’s endorsement—it was officially certified by the Erosion Clan as a “cross-virtual hard currency.”

The dominant currency in the real world was the Earth Federation’s universal currency: Earth Coins.

All clans used Earth Coins not only for inter-clan trade, but also to purchase the Erosion Clan’s cutting-edge technology and other tech products.

Sacrificial power could do the same—and in some aspects, even possessed privileges Earth Coins lacked.

For example, the Erosion Clan’s latest game Cang device normally required waiting in line to purchase with Earth Coins.

But if purchased with sacrificial power, you could skip the wait and buy it first.

Second, medical services in Erosion City had fixed quotas for each clan, and access required advance booking and queuing.

Each clan used its quota differently, and it wasn’t guaranteed to reach those in need.

For instance, in the Human Federation, Erosion Clan medical slots were prioritized for individuals with special real-world jobs.

But sacrificial power could be used to contact Erosion Clan members in-game and bypass the tedious booking process entirely.

You could even board an Erosion Clan shuttle the same day and fly to the Moon for treatment.

This meant sacrificial power carried not just monetary value, but also a “privilege” attribute.

Yu Chuan’s original plan was to gamble his own savings and his parents’ savings—all-in on sacrificial power in the Monster World.

This wasn’t really gambling—it was more like strategic positioning after learning the truth, since it was already clear sacrificial power would keep rising in value.

By the day the game fed back into reality, sacrificial power would completely replace real-world currency.

And most things in the real world would become worthless.

Yet players unaware of the truth were equally frantic in their desire for sacrificial power.

Especially those without game access but desperate for Erosion Clan medical services.

Their solution was to pay high prices to qualified players, asking them to contact the Erosion Clan and use sacrificial power to purchase medical services.

This caused every clan in the Earth Federation to be buying sacrificial power, driving prices ever higher.

The future was clear: players selling sacrificial power would inevitably regret it.

But right now, sacrificial power simply couldn’t be bought.

Even the sacrificial power produced by grind players was being sold exclusively to stable-buying major guilds, with no shortage of buyers.

Although the official rate still read 1:1000, the real price was unguessable—and certainly much higher than the surface rate.

To buy sacrificial power, he needed to research actual prices and procurement channels.

Charging in blindly without knowledge wouldn’t maximize profit.

Second, buying sacrificial power also depended on luck.

He’d just shouted twice in the world and regional channels—no player responded to his request to buy sacrificial power.

Similar buy requests were everywhere in the world channel.

Realizing this wasn’t sustainable, he opened his spatial inventory and began clearing out his items.

Some items bought from the mall could only be sacrificed to Emperor’s Tomb for half price.

For example, healing potions.

He’d have to repurchase them at full price later.

Selling them now at a discount was sheer foolishness.

When his balance reached 100 sacrificial power, he immediately summoned the teleport panel—and the next second, he appeared in the Sen Luo Lin Jing region.

Entering a new space, the player population presented a completely different Iron Face.

Players in this space generally had vehicles and wore armored gear.

In contrast, players in the Illusory Spirit Wasteland space node still wore the most primitive black cloth outfits.

At this moment, Yu Chuan desperately wanted to hunt and grow stronger.

He was still at the North Pole Space Monitoring Station, unable to predict when the next black Black Tide would arrive.

He might just be the next unlucky one.

Whether the upper realm’s lifeforms could rush to his aid in time was unknown.

Next time, he might not be so lucky—he could die horribly at the hands of the black Black Tide’s evil influences.

So he had to seize every moment to grow stronger and earn sacrificial power.

All his early sacrifices would, on the day the game fed back into reality, turn into endless joy.

Imagining himself, in his player body, charging in and out of the black Black Tide in the real world, he felt boundless motivation to fight.

But before beginning his exploration, he needed to thoroughly research regional intelligence.

He arrived at an open area, summoned the forum, and began checking information on player guilds active in the Sen Luo Lin Jing region.

Before coming, he’d only studied the environment of the Sen Luo Lin Jing region.

He knew this region was dominated by plant-type monsters, and most players here had embedded the “Extraction” Soul Core.

This title, considered bottom-tier by players in other regions, was here a regional-tier T0 divine soul core—capable of dealing massive damage to plant life when paired with any other soul core.

The biggest difference from other zones was that Sen Luo Lin Jing had a god-tier mascot guarding the area.

It was the ultimate challenge in the eyes of Sen Luo Lin Jing players.

The forum had seen many players swear they’d capture this ninth-generation Origin Source.

Having learned the truth, Yu Chuan’s perception of the Big Mushroom was utterly different from ordinary players.

Only a player’s mindset would think the Big Mushroom wasn’t a big deal—but in the real world, it was a terrifying lifeform whose sneeze could wipe out the world.

As he browsed, Yu Chuan gradually learned the guild intelligence of the Sen Luo Lin Jing region.

The basic players active here were mostly medium-to-large guilds aiming to contain space nodes and occupy resource nodes.

There were many powerful guilds.

Among the more famous were:

Steel Bastion Guild.

This was the officially recognized first tanking guild in the Sen Luo Lin Jing region, currently negotiating with Starfall Guild and soon to join Starfall Guild’s united warband in the Emperor Tomb Mountain region.

This guild had a unique structure: over 80% were heavy warriors and tank players, the remaining 20% were support units.

By activating the Life Link trait, the entire team shared a single health bar, evenly distributing damage.

Each battle employed a brute-force advance strategy, surrounding support players at the center, eliminating the need to worry about rear-line magic users—charging forward like a steel flood.

Its signature achievement: held off the monster surge at the “Shattered Abyss” resource node for 42 consecutive hours, capturing the node with zero casualties.

The core members of this guild were already famous in other games.

The guild leader, "Shield Mountain," was a legendary tank in the Lands of Sin, exceptionally skilled at timing his taunts—a charismatic and revered guild leader.

The vice-leader, Iron Anvil, was a warrior flow instructor whose tutorial videos Yu Chuan had watched while playing the Lands of Sin.

This guild does not accept magic users, making it suitable for him to join.

Most importantly, this guild will soon enter a united warband and head toward the pinnacle Diantang players call Emperor Tomb Mountains.

But the problem is his overall Nascent Soul rank is too low—this guild would never accept him.

The second guild is: Shadow Arcana.

This guild is Kancheng an output alliance, specializing in various beheading tactics.

The guild leader, "No Light," is a member of the Erosion Clan; his guild centers on assassin and magic-user players as its core flow.

All members maximize magical and physical damage, abandoning survivability to pursue extreme burst.

The guild is divided into Shadow Squad and Arcana Squad; all members are glass cannons, specializing in resurrection battles.

They seek to deal the most terrifying damage in the shortest possible time.

This guild once sparked heated discussion on the forum.

Their classic battle took place at the "Eye of the Earth" resource node in the Sen Luo Forest Realm.

The video title was: Shadow Dance in Harmony.

When he watched this video, he was genuinely impressed.

In the video, all guild members were embedded with "Star Shift Nascent Soul," including magic users.

Through assassin players creating numerous clones, guild members continuously swapped positions at high frequency, leaving the monsters guarding the node exhausted from chasing—yet rarely able to touch any Shadow Arcana member.

In the final collective burst, they dealt Jizhi terrifying damage, beheading the strongest creature guarding the node before the entire team perished, successfully securing the node.

Others include: Eternal Day Council, Natural Resonance, Chaos Equation, Future No. 1 Guild, Wandering Poet, and more.

Each of these guilds has its own unique traits and represents the strongest guilds of the Sen Luo Forest Realm.

In numerous node containment battles, these guilds had previously cooperated with one another.

The meticulous forum player collected performance data from all major guilds, listed a ranking in the post, and provided detailed analyses of each ranked guild.

This intelligence was genuinely helpful to many players seeking to join a guild.

This is precisely the charm of the meticulous players—their efforts seem meaningless, yet they provide immense convenience for others.

Background research, intelligence gathering, problem analysis—these are why the meticulous player community’s reputation on the forum has steadily improved.

With this intelligence, the next step is to contact the guild’s leadership.

He is not a lone wolf player; he prefers to join an organization and fight together—he once had a small group in A Le Training Camp.

But his small group graduated ahead of him.

Some became dungeon specialists, others headed to the Azure Star Seas, some joined Qinyou guilds… they scattered, going their separate ways.

Now that he has left the novice stage, he must find an organization to continue his struggle.

Only with group cooperation can he grow more efficiently.

He is the only special player currently stationed at the North Pole at this stage—his growth isn’t just for joy, but for survival.

If his player body dies, he can be reborn in Emperor Tomb Village; if his real body dies, he is truly dead.

On his way back from the Moon to the North Pole, he asked the Star Net projection why no military base was established near the North Pole station.

To enable timely defense when Black Black Tide evil influences appear.

The Star Net replied that large-scale military movements risk drawing attention from other clans of the Earth Federation, to avoid unnecessary suspicion.

Even the use of space seals is ineffective and risks exposing Black Black Tide rifts.

Therefore, the Eclipse Clan will make no changes to the North Pole monitoring station.

The only thing they can offer him is weapon and equipment upgrades.

During this reconstruction of the North Pole station, the Eclipse Clan upgraded his weapons depot, equipping him with the most cutting-edge individual gear.

These items require unlocking and activation via the crystal chip at the back of his neck.

But whether they can resist the Black Black Tide remains unknown.

If the incoming Black Black Tide force is of evil spirit level, these cutting-edge technologies are like toys. The only thing protecting him is the power feedback from his player body.

Thus, guarding the North Pole will still be his solitary duty.

Of the 300,000 global space monitoring points, he is undoubtedly the worst off, forced to Iron Face the Black Black Tide rifts alone.

He continued browsing the meticulous player’s compiled guild intelligence thread.

Based on its content, Yu Chuan ultimately chose the "Gluttonous Alliance" guild in the Sen Luo Forest Realm.

He found the Gluttonous Guild’s recruitment post on the forum and sent a private message to the recruiter mentioned in the post.

North Pole Animal Protection Observer: Is your guild still recruiting? I’m a warrior with Core Nascent Soul: Gang Qi, level 34, secondary Nascent Souls: Qi Absorption and Indomitable.

While waiting, he received a reply.

I Don’t Eat Beef: Your main Nascent Soul at level 34 is too low. Sorry, our guild’s minimum requirement for warriors is level 45, mages level 55, supports level 47. Tanking level can be negotiated—have you considered switching to tanking?

North Pole Animal Protection Observer: Alright, sorry to bother you.

He ended the conversation; the other party looked down on his low level—begging to be accepted would be pointless.

He decisively moved on to contact another guild.

Over the next hour, Yu Chuan contacted several guild recruiters—all responses were similar.

Each guild imposed level restrictions on different flows.

The most lenient were tanking players, who faced virtually no level requirements and received guild support and training.

After all, tanking is the rarest flow in the game; every guild lacks them and never worries about having too many.

The united warband led by the Divine King has proven the core role of tanking squads in warfare.

To participate in large-scale battles in the future, without a tanking squad’s support, even the highest output will be shattered by a single assault.

Yu Chuan contacted several guilds in succession; each refused him upon learning his level.

They felt his level couldn’t keep up with the monsters’ strength, and his presence in the warband would only be a burden.

Yu Chuan fully agreed with these recruiters’ assessments.

After all, his combat power was high among senior students in A Le Training Camp, but it looked inadequate compared to other space nodes.

As a warrior, he couldn’t even reach the front lines of combat.

Facing high-level monsters, he would shatter on contact.

Several guilds asked about his novice stage ranking—if he had a screenshot of the top 10,000, they might recruit and train him.

Unfortunately, he had duties at the North Pole; after securing eligibility, he couldn’t maintain 24/7 high-intensity online play during the early leveling events.

So he had no chance of entering the top 10,000.

Helplessly, he turned to contact mid-sized guilds.

But in subsequent contacts, he kept getting rejected, leaving Yu Chuan deeply frustrated.

He had saved over 30,000 sacrificial power, planning to use it after graduating from A Le Training Camp to significantly strengthen himself.

But unforeseen circumstances emptied his sacrificial power, leaving his combat strength far below the minimum requirement of the Sen Luo Forest Realm.

With no alternative, he lowered his standards again.

He scoured the recruitment section for posts in the Sen Luo Forest Realm, seeking small guilds and small teams for mutual support.

These groups were numerous, but mostly comprised of Qinyou squads or fixed teams—joining them was still difficult.

After browsing the recruitment section for a long time, he spotted a newly posted recruitment thread:

【Sen Luo Forest Realm: Recruiting A Le Academy graduates with Qi Blood Strength and Mental Strength below 850 points. Preferably warrior or assassin. Those above this combat power need not apply.】

This recruitment post puzzled Yu Chuan.

Recruitment always favors higher combat power—he had never seen a post with a combat power cap.

As for the Qi Blood Strength and Mental Strength attributes mentioned in the post, they could be viewed on the panel.

His stats hadn’t even reached that threshold—he’d likely need to break level 40 to qualify.

Intrigued, he opened the post, found the contact person, chose private chat, and sent his stat screenshot.

Shortly after, he received a friend request.

Pig Teammate: Brother, you fit our squad’s needs. Add me and join the group.

North Pole Animal Protection Observer: I’d like to know your squad’s composition. Why recruit low-combat players?

Pig Teammate: I’ll tell you— we found a bug in the map that generates income. Only players with low Qi Blood Strength and low Mental Strength can enter. Want to get rich together? (Explorer arms crossed.jpg)

Hearing the reply, Yu Chuan instantly perked up.

Knowing the Monster World is the real world, he didn’t believe real-world bugs existed.

More likely, they’d discovered a hidden treasure spot.

Without hesitation, he agreed.

After accepting the friend request, he received a group invite.

Entering the group, he found it was a 19-member squad, with the leader being the very “Pig Teammate” who had just messaged him.

Seeing this game ID, Yu Chuan felt embarrassed.

As long as the High Dimensional Deities don’t alter the game ID system, this name will haunt him for life.

Even if, someday in the future, power feedbacks to reality, his head will still bear this game ID.

If players gain immortality, this ID will accompany him forever.

Just imagining it made him awkward—especially if he had descendants who saw their elder’s Touding “Pig Teammate.” His dignity would vanish.

“Brother, check the mini-map coordinates and come join us—we’re missing you.”

A deep, resonant male voice filled the squad channel, the tone of a lifelong smoker and hardened veteran, warm and boisterous.

“Alright, I’m on my way,” Yu Chuan replied, then immediately set off.

The instant he left the spatial node, it felt as if he had stepped into a jade dream soaked in moonlight.

Everyone said the scenery of Sen Luo Lin Jing was unparalleled—Yu Chuan was now seeing it with his own eyes.

Everywhere his gaze fell, glowing plants stretched out.

He could see delicate fluorescent spores drifting through the air, their movement like a silent meteor shower.

Not far ahead, a hundred-meter-tall crystallized ancient tree hung down vines of every color, like frozen rainbows cascading downward.

Beneath his feet lay a breathing moss plain—each step caused translucent, glowing moss to ripple outward in waves of color.

The air was thick with the blended fragrance of countless plants, invigorating his spirit.

No wonder Sen Luo Lin Jing was the region with the least player attrition.

Among all environments players had encountered so far, the most hostile was Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

The most highly rated was Colorful Mist Coast, followed closely by Sen Luo Lin Jing, where he now stood.

Every inch of land here seemed imbued with natural spirit—even the wind carried whispers of grass and trees.

Compared to the oppressive desolation of Emperor Tomb Mountain Range or the dazzling vibrancy of Colorful Mist Coast, Sen Luo Lin Jing offered a dreamlike serenity.

Taking a deep breath of the “delicious” air, Yu Chuan summoned his map and headed toward the blue marker indicating his teammates’ location.

Soon, a clear female voice chimed in the squad voice channel, laced with playful teasing:

“Hey, big shot, you’re already level 30—how come you won’t even buy a basic vehicle? Your movement speed on the map looks like you’re still walking the 11th bus route.”

This left Yu Chuan embarrassed.

The Phantom Spirit Wasteland was special—every outing was a brawl, so vehicles were useless.

But every player, upon graduation, prioritized equipping a basic vehicle.

His case was unusual: all the sacrificial power he’d saved before graduation had been wiped clean, and his travel expenses came from selling herbs.

Now he could only rely on his own two feet—he couldn’t even afford a vehicle, let alone medicine.

“Haha, no worries, brother—we’re not in a rush. We’ll just hunt nearby and wait for you,” the squad leader, Piggy, chimed in immediately.

“Sorry, I’ll speed up.”

As Yu Chuan spoke, his Gang Qi surged beneath his feet, instantly increasing his speed.

After passing through the lush, glowing forest, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A vast, glowing blue plain stretched out beneath his feet.

Most breathtaking of all was the colossal mushroom at the horizon, towering from earth to sky.

Its cap, easily ten thousand meters wide, pulsed with a dreamlike blue-purple aura, standing like a living lighthouse between heaven and earth.

Glowing mycelium hung beneath its cap like an inverted river of stars, swaying in the night wind.

Even from this distance, Yu Chuan could clearly see the golden patterns naturally formed on its cap.

The plant-based monsters nearby had already been cleared by veteran players, so he had no fear of danger—he sprinted toward the direction of the prophesied giant mushroom.

Along the way, he noticed the giant mushroom periodically erupted clouds of glowing spores.

Like a reverse meteor shower rising into the night sky, the spores illuminated the entire plain like an underwater fantasy.

Some spores collided and burst midair, emitting bell-like, crystalline chimes.

“So beautiful.”

Accustomed to the ruined landscapes of the Phantom Spirit Wasteland, stepping into Sen Luo Lin Jing gave him a dual sensory feast—visual and physical.

The Qi absorption efficiency here was several times higher than in the Phantom Spirit Wasteland.

“You get used to it after a while—we’re planning to go outside too. Once we secure this opportunity and gather enough sacrificial power, we’ll head to Colorful Mist Coast and join the campaign against the Ming Wu Clan.”

Hearing the squad leader mention an opportunity, Yu Chuan couldn’t help but ask: what exactly was this opportunity?

The squad leader chuckled softly in the voice channel, pride evident in his tone:

“You’ve asked the right question. While you’re still on your way, let me give you the full details—you probably know Sen Luo Lin Jing is close to the battlefield between Ni Chao Legion and Hun Gui Clan, right?”

“Yes, I know,” Yu Chuan nodded.

Before coming here, he had thoroughly researched Sen Luo Lin Jing—he knew the players’ current region lay just beside a core war legion of the Hun Gui Clan, dangerously near the battlefield.

He’d even seen a video on the forum where the director of an Eryuangong Society, while training An Yi Legion in Sen Luo Lin Jing, was suddenly sent back to the “black room” by a Hun Gui Clan warrior.

It was certain that future players would enter the Ni Chao Legion and Hun Gui Clan battlefield through Sen Luo Lin Jing.

Becoming a third-party force.

Some players had even proposed that student-stream players contact Ni Chao Legion to form an alliance against Hun Gui Clan.

Although Ni Chao Legion was a native faction, it had the God of Wealth in front and many student-stream players joining behind.

Thus, players generally viewed Ni Chao Legion as a viable ally.

Upon receiving his confirmation, the squad leader continued:

“We’re targeting a secret Hun Gui Clan breeding facility. They’re raising massive quantities of Hun Shou seeds here, and the facility contains a Life Intensity Detection Array—beings weaker than Hun Shou are allowed to pass, since they’d just become food for the Hun Shou anyway; but any lifeform exceeding the array’s strength threshold gets instantly killed… By the way, you know what Hun Shou seeds are, right?”

“Yes, I’ve watched early videos from Gan Di Team—Hun Shou can devour targets to absorb their power and memories, making them extremely troublesome monsters… So does killing Hun Shou yield high sacrificial power?” Yu Chuan asked, puzzled.

“Idiot, killing them yields no more sacrificial power than killing any other monster of the same level—killing them is the most wasteful thing you can do… Think carefully: what’s the greatest value of Hun Shou abilities to us players?”

The value of Hun Shou to players?

Yu Chuan’s mind raced, flashing through countless pieces of information.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted.

“Mind control?”

This was a distinct school, known among forum players as the Pet Stream.

Its effect: after imprinting a spiritual mark on a creature, you gain perfect control over its permission rights.

Thinking of Mind Control, he suddenly understood what this squad intended to do.

The greatest strength of Hun Shou lies in devouring and evolving—but the biggest weakness of Mind Control is that the controlled pet cannot grow; its hunting level at the moment of imprinting remains fixed forever.

After all, no player invests sacrificial power or spiritual resources into controlled beasts.

Investing in yourself is always the right choice.

Compared to your own endlessly revivable, growth-capable pets, controlled beasts are merely consumables.

But Hun Shou are different—if you control one, you gain an infinitely evolving combat pet.

This growth isn’t just in physical strength or spiritual power—it includes the combat talents, survival skills, and memories of every target it devours.

At that moment, the squad leader’s laughter came through:

“Exactly. Looks like you’ve figured it out—Hun Shou are the perfect pets at this stage, far better suited for the Mind Control Stream than Shu Yan Warriors… No player uses Hun Shou as pets yet, simply because no one can enter the Ni Chao and Hun Gui battlefield, and Hun Shou are nearly impossible to find outside.”

“So we can build a Hun Shou production line—capture them, then sell them to other guilds’ Mind Control players. We’ll make a fortune just by flipping them.”

Yu Chuan’s eyes lit up:

“Brilliant!”

After hearing the squad leader’s explanation, the value of Hun Shou became crystal clear in his mind.

This thing was tailor-made for Mind Control players—a perfect combat pet.

Ordinary controlled beasts are like fixed puppets—what they are when captured, they remain forever.

But Hun Shou are different—they evolve by continuously devouring targets, essentially becoming living combat databases.

Every devour is an update to their combat system.

Even better, a mature Hun Shou can freely switch forms.

Today it devours a tank-type lifeform, and it becomes a tank.

Tomorrow it eats a stealth assassin or warrior, and it switches to DPS.

The day after, it swallows a healer, and suddenly it can serve as support.

And unlike Shu Yan Warriors, which require massive sacrificial power to reset and modify each time, Hun Shou can switch forms instantly during battle.

They can be considered all-in-one pets.

He finally understood why the squad leader was so excited.

Currently, many Mind Control players spend tens of thousands of sacrificial power on a single top-tier Shu Yan Warrior—under equal levels, Hun Shou’s value is clearly far higher.

Yu Chuan could already picture the scene: wealthy Mind Control players fighting over these creatures.

This squad hadn’t found a growth opportunity—they’d found a sustainable gold mine.

(End of Chapter)