Chapter 479: Chapter 479

A crisp shattering sound echoed as the gem on the Dark Race Space Necklace split apart, scattering in all directions.

The Teleportation Array was destroyed, and the connection tunnel collapsed along with it, leaving An Shui aware that he had survived.

However, the nearby players were still swarming towards him, squeezing him at the center.

At this moment, in the regional voice channel:

"What’s going on? Why can’t we get in anymore? Does anyone know what’s happened?"

"A bunch of beasts, they’ve destroyed the space inside. I arrived late and didn’t even get a taste of the soup."

"My teammate is inside, and they said there was a massive space collapse. He’s also done for, the joy is over."

Through communication, the nearby players learned that the Dark Race Treasury had collapsed.

Those arriving late, or for a second or even a third time, were filled with deep regret.

At this moment, they dispersed, their eyes turning to the necklace on the ground.

[Dark Race Reincarnation Space (Damaged)]:

Item Quality: 12 (Built-in space collapsed, space materials have been devoured by Space Reverse Flow, quality declined)

Item Description: ...

Seeing that the originally 355-quality built-in space was reduced to only 12, the players who were considering how to divide its ownership were dumbfounded.

This showed how reckless the players were in entering the built-in space.

Looking at the prone, weak-looking An Shui, the nearby players shook their heads in regret.

A Level 32 weakened Monster with nearly exhausted Qi-Blood wasn’t even worth the spiritual power to use a Controlled Life Soul.

And although a 12-quality necklace could be sacrificed for some money, there were so many players nearby that it wasn’t nearly enough to go around.

In the eyes of the players, An Shui had completely lost any value.

"It’s over, let’s go home and work on our vehicles."

Someone shouted, and the nearby players sighed, turned, and left in all directions.

Seeing this, the tension within An Shui snapped, and he couldn’t help but ask a player in front of him.

"You’re not going to kill me?"

"Forget it, how much is a Level 32 worth? Heard from brothers on the forums that they promised to spare you a way out, so we’ll let it be."

The asked player was also taken aback, then shook his head, indicating he had no such thought.

This response should have brought An Shui joy, but his feelings were incredibly complex.

How many times had this happened now.

The players’ disdain gave him a strong sense of humiliation.

Just as the player in front was preparing to turn and leave, An Shui couldn’t help but grit his teeth and ask:

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll seek revenge on you someday?"

Hearing this, the player clearly found it amusing:

"Welcome to seek revenge on our Player Clan, good luck, and remember to gather more resources next time. After failure, you might be able to exchange them for another chance at life."

With those words, the player ruffled his head, and with An Shui stunned, turned and left.

An Shui had never encountered such humiliation before.

Once a member of the world-spanning plundering force, the Dark Race Crystal, he understood a crucial principle; against any force, one must eradicate them whenever possible, leaving no roots behind.

No one knew if the plundered force would accidentally gain Rule Power one day and grow unimaginable.

But the players’ response clearly told him, you don’t even matter to us.

This behavior entirely ignited An Shui’s fury.

He quietly vowed in his heart.

When he regains his Strength, he will seek out the Player Clan and bring them destruction and despair.

Thinking of his current miserable condition, An Shui clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, veins bulging on his hands, and tears welling up in his eyes, but he forced them back.

Then he slowly stood up, gritting his teeth as he looked at the retreating players and said:

"You will regret it!"

Shouting out the vow of revenge, his voice echoed in the wind, even though doing so might get him killed by returning members of the Player Clan.

The player who had spoken to him earlier raised his right hand without turning back, waved it, and offered encouragement.

At that moment, An Shui felt like coughing up blood from his emotions.

Such contempt, such humiliation... It angers me to no end!

As the sky began to rain, it seemed to mirror An Shui’s current emotions.

Reflecting on the scenes of humiliation by the Player Clan, An Shui’s emotions reached a peak of repression.

"Had I known... I might as well have died the moment I was revived. What have I truly gained from what I thought was clever planning and perseverance?" He muttered to himself as tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"You’ve gained a strengthening of your willpower." At this moment, a voice rang out.

Looking up, he saw a player returning without knowing when, through the torrential rain.

Standing in front of him, the player gave a shy smile, scratching his head a bit awkwardly, then scanned around to ensure no other players were nearby before picking up the gemless necklace from the ground and quickly making his exit.

Watching the player’s retreating figure, An Shui’s long-held emotions flooded out like a breached dam, his cries intertwining with the rumbling thunder in the sky.

His hatred for the Player Clan reached an extreme.

Already weak and further agitated by emotions, his body finally couldn’t support him, his vision quickly engulfed by darkness, collapsing to the ground.

After an unknown period of sleep, when An Shui woke up, the sky was already dark, and the rain had ceased.

Feeling the pangs of hunger, he lay on the ground with no intention of getting up.

At this moment, he felt utterly lost, unsure of where to go.

Though he harbored hatred, he didn’t even know how to start now.

Without the resources from the Dark Race Treasury, he would have to hunt for weaker Life forms like a beast to gain the Strength needed to recover his powers.