Chapter 167-1: How dare they do that! (1) |
The wealth in the Darkborn space was immediately looted clean by the players.
The lucky ones stuffed their spatial packs full of resources. After converting the proceeds, they could reach fifty thousand plus sacrificial power. Calling it a one-wave windfall was not an exaggeration.
The latecomers had nothing left to take, so they simply set their sights on the space itself.
They used pickaxes, weapons, and other tools to pound the energy bedrock that constituted the space, opening demolition mode.
This scene stunned Anshui, who was still lying on the ground.
Such behavior was tantamount to suicide.
As the spatial structure was damaged, the entire Darkborn space would collapse. When that happened, none of the player race members could escape. They would all die in the spatial backflow.
But the members of the player race clearly did not realize this, or rather, they simply did not care about the catastrophic price of doing so, and continued to madly destroy the spatial structure.
Boom!
The other players glanced over in curiosity, then continued digging out the bedrock.
“All insane.”
Realizing that staying here meant certain death, Anshui gritted his teeth and stood up.
A wave of dizziness hit him. He was like a drunk, staggering toward the spatial passage outside the treasury.
If he did not leave now, he would not be able to leave even if he wanted to.
He knew the Darkborn space was completely ruined in the hands of the player race.
These foolish, greedy creatures had completely buried his plan to rise. Everything was over.
Stumbling to the teleportation array, he reached out and touched the dark red gem at the center of the array. His body immediately turned into white light.
Before long, his figure appeared outside the space.
Nearby players swarmed like lunatics, still pouring themselves into the Darkborn space.
Before Anshui could flee, he was jostled by the players into touching the spatial crystal and was sent back into the Darkborn space again.
Glancing at the now unstable structure behind him, Anshui did not hesitate and teleported out again.
This time, he had just gotten out when, once more, he was dragged by the crowding players and sent back.
Anshui was dumbfounded.
He discovered he could not get out.
Unless, after going out, he could avoid contact with the players altogether, otherwise any contact with them would be judged as a single unit. When the players touched the space core, he would be transmitted back along with them.
Unwilling to accept it, he activated the teleportation again.
Seconds later, Anshui returned to the starting point with a group of players.
“Charge.”
The players around him rushed toward the treasury, but Anshui stood there in a daze.
It was over.
To survive, he chose to keep trying.
But every time he got out, he would be brought back along with the players, as if they were determined to drag him along and be buried with the collapsing space.
Anshui fell into madness.
In his current weakened state, he had no chance of surviving in a collapsing space.
Only by getting out did he have a chance to live, and only by staying alive did he have hope for the future.
He began transmitting again and again.
As time passed, the collapse of the space grew worse.
Black-as-ink cracks appeared on the walls of the space like demonic claw marks, spreading at a terrifying speed.
Wherever they passed, energy splintered like shattered glass. The expansion of each crack was accompanied by a violent energy storm that swept up everything nearby.
The pillars that formed the space fractured. One crystal could no longer bear the pressure and exploded with a bang, the released energy surging like a tidal wave in all directions, dragging nearby players into it and shredding them.
The energy shock further accelerated the collapse.
More crystals shattered in succession. The entire space fell into a spreading trend of collapse, with chaotic energy currents rampaging.
The Darkborn space was like crumpled paper, beginning to twist and fold as the original regions rapidly caved in.
Seeing this, Anshui completely panicked.
He realized he would really be buried here alongside the player race.
“No, I still have a chance.”
At the brink of life and death, Anshui suddenly thought of a possible means of escape.
That was to flee in the very second before the space shattered completely. At that time, the spatial passage used for teleporting out would be destroyed, and there would be no way to transmit back.
But to do this, he needed to precisely grasp the moment when the spatial passage beneath his feet would be destroyed.
If he mistimed it, it was very likely that the second he teleported out, he would be teleported back, then face the spatial reverse current head on and be devoured.
Anshui’s mood tightened in an instant. His gaze locked on the still-spreading spatial fissures.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest, as if trying to smash through the cage of his ribs.
The rapid heartbeat and ragged breathing intertwined into a death symphony so tense it was suffocating.
Huff, huff, huff.
Taking deep breaths, Anshui clenched his fists as he stared at the spatial fissure expanding like a giant abyssal maw.
Time seemed frozen in this moment. Every second stretched to infinity. Several times the urge to teleport away surged up, and each time he forced it down.
“Do not rush. Absolutely do not rush.”
Boom!
The space quaked violently again. The whole place was like shattered glass, already covered in cracks.
Anshui’s eyes fixed on a spatial fissure rapidly snaking toward him. His gaze followed its expansion and movement.
“Now.”
When the fissure tore open the spatial barrier and reached him, Anshui abruptly activated the teleportation array.
After a brief sense of weightlessness, his body turned into white light and vanished. Before long, he appeared outside.
Players nearby surged toward him.
Anshui tried to break out, but there was simply no way to avoid the players.
White light flared over his body.
“No.”
Just when Anshui thought he would be teleported back into the Darkborn space again, the white light enveloping him suddenly dissipated.
Crack.
A crisp sound of shattering rang out. The gem on the Darkborn space necklace fractured on the spot and scattered.
The teleportation array was destroyed, and the connection to the passage collapsed with it. Anshui knew he had survived.
But the nearby players were still swarming in, squeezing him into the center.
At this moment, on the regional voice channel.
“What is going on? Why can’t we get in? Does anyone know what happened?”
“A bunch of animals. They ruined the space inside. I was late and did not even get to sip the soup.”
“My teammate is still inside. He says the space is collapsing on a large scale. He is about to be gone too. Fun is over.”
From their chatter, the nearby players learned that the Darkborn treasury had been mined to collapse.
Those who came late, or came a second or even a third time, were all unspeakably regretful.
They then dispersed and turned their gazes to the necklace on the ground.
[Darkborn Reincarnation Space (Damaged)]
Item Quality: 12 (The internal space has collapsed. The spatial materials have been swallowed by the spatial reverse current. Quality decreased.)
Item Introduction: …
Seeing that the original internal space of 355 had been destroyed and only 12 quality remained, the players who had been considering how to divide ownership were all dumbfounded.
It showed how crazy the players who entered the internal space had been.
Looking at Anshui lying on the ground with a weak expression, the nearby players all shook their heads in regret.
A level 32 monster with its vitality nearly exhausted was not even worth the mental power it would take to use a control Inherited soul on it.
And although a quality 12 necklace could be sacrificed for some money, with so many players around, it was nowhere near enough to go around.
In the eyes of the players, Anshui had completely lost his value.
“Break it up, break it up. Go home and work on our vehicles.”
Someone shouted, and the nearby players sighed, turned around, and scattered.
Seeing this, the tightly wound Anshui froze. He could not help but ask a player in front of him.
“You are not going to kill me?”
“Forget it. Level 32 is worth how much, really. I heard from the brothers on the forum that we agreed to spare you a life, so we will spare you.”
The player asked was taken aback as well, then shook his head, clearly having no such thought.
At this answer, Anshui should have felt delighted, but his mood was extremely complicated.
How many times had this been now?
The contempt from the player race members filled him with a strong sense of humiliation.
Just as the player race member in front of him was about to turn and leave, Anshui could not help gritting his teeth and asking.
“Are you not afraid I will seek you out for revenge in the future?”
The player who heard this was obviously amused.
“You’re welcome to come and take revenge on our player race. Work hard. Remember to stockpile more resources next time. If you fail, you can trade them for another life.”
With that, the player reached out and ruffled his hair, then turned and left while Anshui stared, dumbfounded.
“An intolerable humiliation.”
He had never experienced such humiliation.
