As a member of the powerful race known as the God of Refined Gold.
Black Smoke Sky.
Was now exactly one hundred thousand years old.
Among the entire God of Refined Gold race, he was considered relatively senior.
After all, only a little over a hundred thousand years had passed since Pangu Creation.
Moreover, even within their race, age did not represent everything.
But as a Mechanical Life, the long years had still allowed Black Smoke Sky to accumulate a considerable amount of data within his internal database, granting him no small status within the race and access to much secret information.
Therefore, when it came solely to understanding the group known as players, Black Smoke Sky was undoubtedly an expert in a certain sense.
He not only understood their style of conduct, but also deeply understood their vile roots.
To put it bluntly.
They were a group whose patterns of action were extraordinarily chaotic, currently weak beyond measure yet rather full of themselves, who often placed profit above all else and were especially skilled at infighting.
Although, for now, they did not amount to much of a threat or obstacle. A casually dispatched force could conduct a large-scale purge.
However.
According to the information gathered by the God of Refined Gold throughout the Primordial World.
This bunch truly possessed quite decent potential!
That was especially true of those seasoned players.
Perhaps because they had suffered too many setbacks.
Their minds had once been like a lump of scrap iron, shattering at the slightest touch.
Yet after repeated blows and torment, they had become like refined steel tempered through a thousand hammerings, possessing certain traits ordinary people lacked.
Even all manner of unbearable blows found it difficult to affect them.
This situation.
Directly elevated their existing potential once more.
Making