Fortune at Last? Major Alert! The Black Sun Has Opened Its Eye!

Abyss Mid-layer, Labor Dispatch Zone.

On a colossal floating platform spanning the size of three Blue Stars, the most surreal handover ceremony in the universe was taking place.

Millions of Abyss Players clad in heavy armor and wielding staffs were herding the tens of thousands of surviving High-Tier Natives from the Tianwu God Realm off the Transport Starships like ducks.

"Move it, move it! Stop dawdling! Go to the third hall on the left first, scan your fingerprints and irises, then sign the lifelong binding agreement for the Abyss Mark!"

A Minotaur player waved a massive Iron Hammer and maintained order at the exit with his grating voice.

The Grand High Priest hunched his neck and walked at the front of the line.

He looked back at the High Gods, fairies, and Divine Beasts who had once stood above all others and casually destroyed worlds. Now, they obediently stood in line, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

It was not that they did not want to resist.

Just moments ago, they had watched three native Cultivators who had tried to forcibly break through the encirclement and escape get struck into the most basic Carbon Element by tens of thousands of Purple Thunder bolts descending from the sky.

Even their ashes were vacuumed away by nearby players and taken to the System Shop in exchange for five Abyss Points.

Here, natives were worth less than dogs. That was the bloody reality.

"Old Li, we struck it rich this time!"

Elder Wang walked over with his cane, his wrinkled face creasing into a grin.

He pointed at the Broken Mountain Range in the distance, which was being moved by several enormous Mechanical Cranes. "Although the Tianwu God Realm was badly ravaged by that Mad Main God, plenty of Sky-Fall Ore Veins