Outside Star City, at the Flesh Ascension Guild's base.
A huge, supple Flesh banner that had only recently been hung up snapped wildly in the wind. Four fierce words had been smeared across it in bone ash and powder:
[Flesh Ascension]
On the raised platform, the guild leader, Hannibal, held a huge, grotesque lump of flesh in his arms—high-grade goods they had just picked up. He wore a solemn expression, ready to deliver an important speech.
Below the platform, groups of Flesh Artisans and Bone Artisans had gathered early.
The entire Flesh Ascension Guild had assembled!
Bi Ren Liang Mou squatted in the shadows of a corner, his hands never stopping as he frantically modified a bizarre six-legged Flesh Hauler.
"Comrades!"
Hannibal suddenly spread his arms wide. His voice boomed through the loudspeaker on his shoulder, echoing across the camp:
"The Companion Star S-1 beneath our feet is facing an unprecedented catastrophe!"
The players below nodded gravely in unison, thinking that their guild leader actually looked almost respectable today.
But the next second, Flesh Psionics burst from Hannibal's body. Combined with the flesh in his hands, he seemed to sprout eight tentacles! His appearance was savage and terrifying as a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
"But what does that mean?! It means that, at this very moment, the entire planet is covered in rare materials! Everywhere is overflowing wealth! This is the perfect chance for our Flesh Ascension Guild to ascend in one go!"
"All kinds of Starry Sky Behemoths!"
"Ferocious and savage wilderness beasts!"
"Even the leftover shells of high-level experts from the Dark Spirit Race!"
"Those high-tier materials that usually never showed themselves!"
"Back then, if we so much as glanced at these treasures, our brains would've been smashed out. But now! They've beaten each other into