A huge brown planet.
Inside the Blood Palace, Haquis sat upright on the throne, looking down at the thousands of Human Race captives below.
"Lord Haquis, these are the Human Race captives sent from the Purple Cloud Star System. There are 3,357 of them in total."
The Asura Race Warrior who had escorted the Human Race captives here reported respectfully.
Haquis nodded and swept his gaze over the Human Race captives.
Under the pressure of an Eighth Order peak expert, these Human Race captives not only failed to tremble in fear, they were even whispering among themselves.
Did these Humans not know what kind of fate awaited them?
In the center of the hall, the players bound by shackles had gathered together, curiously sizing up Haquis, whose aura pressed down from the throne.
"Is this the new boss?"
"What incredible pressure. It feels even stronger than the patriarch!"
"At least an Eighth Order boss!"
"Take a picture quickly and post it on the forums. It'll definitely go viral!"
The players' whispers made Haquis frown.
The players were speaking to one another in the language of Blue Star, so Haquis could not understand what they were saying.
However, he could still make out their tone.
What was with this relaxed, cheerful tone?
With such a carefree attitude, they did not look like a group of captives. They looked more like they had come for an outing in the countryside...
Was this attitude not a little too disrespectful?
Did they have no awareness at all that they had fallen into the hands of the cruel Asura Race and become captives?
He stretched out a hand, and a Human Race captive who was boasting to someone beside him flew toward him.
"I'm telling you, this BOSS looks mighty and imposing, but his personality