The days on this Blue Star were always gray and murky—not the gray of an overcast sky, but a bizarre, pervasive gray that carried a strange smell, making it hard to breathe, oppressive and sickly.
Especially at night. This clearly was not one of the planet's poles, yet aurora-like things always flowed and writhed slowly amid the leaden clouds high above, like the tentacles of some ancient creature spreading across the sky and the planet, shrouding the entire land in suffocating oppression.
If ordinary humans lived in a place like this, they would probably go mad within a few years, then turn into those mutated Chaos natives and Chaos mutant monsters. Fortunately, green-skin players never cared about such things!
They had never cared about the weather. All they cared about were their quests, their profits, and whether there were enough Chaos monsters and natives for them to chop up and kill!
In that regard, these human players wearing green-skin shells were every bit as bloodthirsty, warlike, and cruel as real green-skins. It would not be an exaggeration to say the two were evenly matched.
Still, not every green-skin only wanted to fight and kill.
Like this, for instance?
At this valley mine roughly ten kilometers from the Wasteland Camp, the green-skins did not need to fight or kill. They only needed to mine.
This mine had been discovered by chance a few days ago, not long after the "server" opened, by several players scouting the area. Huge swathes of dark-red rock strata were exposed along the cliff walls, threaded with black mineral veins that gleamed with a metallic luster.
That was iron.
And exceptionally high-quality iron ore at that!
On the night the news reached the camp a few days ago, the entire player community erupted. Before long, huge numbers