At the horizon, the last faint glow of the setting sun still struggled stubbornly. Stars gradually lit up one after another in the sky, and with just a slight lift of the head, one could see the dreamlike starry expanse above. When the final trace of afterglow vanished from the horizon, silver-white moonlight spread across the earth.
At the peak of a towering mountain that pierced the clouds, Lu Qiming sat beside the cliff, propping his chin with one hand as he gazed ahead, his legs swinging nonstop over the ten-thousand-foot precipice while the cold mountain wind howled past beneath his feet.
Below the sheer cliff, tall trees formed a lush, verdant forest. In the pitch-black night, specks of magical light illuminated the woods, and farther away stood a city perfectly merged with the forest. Countless Elves moved through it, and from time to time, figures of other races could also be seen.
However, most of these races other than the Elves had lost to the Elves in games and become slaves, and among them, the majority were mainly from the Human Race.
After all, a large portion of the land owned by Elven Gard, the largest kingdom in the world of Game of Life, had been seized from the Human Race. Several hundred years ago, the Human Race had not actually had only the one kingdom of Elchea.
Back then, the Human Race had been the race with the largest kingdom. Besides Elchea, there had been other kingdoms as well. Unfortunately, over the short span of several hundred years, the great kingdoms once belonging to the Human Race had all lost to other races, and even the last remaining kingdom of Elchea had only the territory of a single city left.
"Qiming, does the Human Race really still have