A Big Fight

While surprised that this group of laborers was volunteering for overtime, the overseer also felt a surge of fury.

Because no laborer had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone.

"Fine, since you want to dig, then dig all night!"

The overseer roared in immediate rage.

Upon hearing this, the players instantly realized the identity of the person speaking to them.

They turned their heads one after another to look behind them.

Just as they had suspected, the one speaking to them was the overseer in charge of this mining area, and judging by his attire, he was the head of the overseers.

However, after a brief exchange of glances, the players turned back around and continued mining.

They had already talked back, so what else could they do? If they were going to die, so be it; they might as well dig as much as they could while they still had time.

Overseer: ...

Was he being ignored?

After a brief silence, the overseer suddenly turned and walked away, not imposing any punitive measures on the players.

Because his punishment was to continue mining, and for an entire night at that.

But the overseer clearly underestimated the players' dedication.

They proved through their actions that even when working as laborers, they were the most diligent of the lot—a true testament to loving the job you do.

Early the next morning, the overseer arrived at the mining area with a sense of anticipation.

He couldn't wait to see the despair and breakdown of the newly arrived laborers.

However, the scene he expected did not appear.

Instead, he saw the players with dark circles under their eyes, their arms trembling as they continued to swing their pickaxes, looking like they were in their death throes.

Seeing this, the overseer was instantly dumbfounded.

Did they have to be this desperate?

"Alright, your punishment is over. Rest for a moment, then continue working!" Thinking of the recent shortage of labor resources in the mining area—where every death meant one less worker—the overseer stepped forward and spoke.

"Don't... let me dig one more, just one more!" The player speaking didn't even turn his head, his trembling hands barely able to hold onto the pickaxe.

The overseer wanted to say more, but the player suddenly shuddered, kicked his legs, and dissipated into mist on the spot.

The overseer was startled by this sight.

Dead?

After sensing with his consciousness for a moment and detecting no signs of life, the overseer confirmed his guess.

Although he was surprised that the player dissipated into mist upon death, the overseer quickly regained his composure.

Races that dissipated into mist after death were rare in the Boundless Realm, but they did exist; he just hadn't expected to have such a rare race in his own mining area.

Glancing at the other players, the overseer was about to tell them to take a short break.

At that moment, the players all dissipated into mist one after another, logging out of the game.

Before they vanished, their faces, marked by dark circles, were still beaming with happy smiles.

Overseer: ???

[Hahaha, I got rich overnight! My single-day income broke 500 Divine Power, so satisfying!]

[A blessing in disguise! I struck it rich. I just sold all my Divine Power at a 200:1 rate—made a killing, one hundred thousand in cash!]

[Every swing of the pick is 80 in cash. You guys absolutely cannot imagine what I encountered.]

Several bragging posts appeared on the Omnipotent God Discussion Forum, causing an uproar in the player community.

Caught and forced to mine? 80 per swing?

Looking at the screenshots of various ores never seen before in the posts, the players had no choice but to believe that this group of players had truly struck it rich overnight.

While feeling skeptical, the players flooded the threads to ask what exactly they had encountered.

After learning the specific details, all the players were green with envy.

An undisturbed mining area, nothing lower than Level 2 ore, and room and board included—such conditions simply did not exist on Dragon Scale Island.

More importantly, the spirit ore they mined belonged to them.

The players were filled with longing for Sun-Eroding Island, as described by this group in the posts.

Unfortunately, at the current stage, there were no tools to cross the sea, nor were there any shipping routes to Sun-Eroding Island; it was completely impossible to reach it through individual effort.

However, the players knew this was only temporary; in the future, Sun-Eroding Island would eventually be their territory.

Two days later.

A sudden accident occurred on Sun-Eroding Island.

In a mining area on the island, laborers unearthed a high-grade "Venom Blood Stone." Within a short time, the entire mining area was filled with toxic gas, leading to the deaths of numerous laborers and even injuring several overseers.

The higher-ups of the Faceless Tribe were long accustomed to such sudden accidents.

They immediately dispatched a special military unit to clear the toxic gas from the mining area.

At the same time, to ensure the continued output of mining resources, a team of Hunters tasked with searching for laborers was ordered to mobilize.

One of these Hunters arrived at Dragon Scale Island once again and sought out the White Ape tribe.

This time, his demands were even more excessive; he required the White Ape King to provide twenty tribesmen to serve as laborers on Sun-Eroding Island.

The White Ape King was incredibly furious at this.

However, the Faceless Tribe was an existence he could not afford to provoke, so he had to swallow all his resentment.

He began selecting tribesmen in accordance with the Hunter's instructions.

Now that the translation function had been launched, players were finally able to communicate with the White Ape King.

That very day, some players asked the White Ape King why he looked so troubled.

Regarding the players' inquiry, the White Ape King spoke bluntly, revealing the bitterness in his heart.

In a short amount of time, the news that the Hunter had returned to Dragon Scale Island to select laborers spread throughout the entire Omnipotent God player community.

At this moment, the players went wild.

In the eyes of the players, this wasn't selecting laborers at all; it was selecting people to print money, and more importantly, the money being printed would be their own.

The next day.

A black figure streaked across the sky above Dragon Scale Island and appeared within the territory of the White Ape tribe.

Before he even landed, the Hunter saw a sea of people within the White Ape territory.

After he touched down, the crowd surged toward him like madmen.

This scene caused the Hunter to frown involuntarily.

He assumed the White Ape tribe had gathered various races on the island and intended to revolt.

However, he quickly dismissed his own speculation.

"Brother, me, me, me! I'm suitable to be a laborer!"

"I have well-developed muscles, a simple mind, I eat little, and I work hard. Take me away quickly!"

"Bro, I beg you, I've never had any dreams in my life, I just want to be a laborer once. Take me with you!"

The players' words were translated by the laws of the God-Demon Space into the common language of the Boundless Realm, leaving the Hunter completely bewildered.

These people all wanted to go to the mining area to be laborers?

The confused Hunter was just about to open his mouth to ask when a commotion broke out in the crowd.

"Damn it, you uncultured jerk, stop shoving! Take this!"

"Shove your grandpa! This spot is mine, you son of a..."

"The Cola Alliance is attacking! Brothers, grab your weapons and take them down!"

In order to fight for the spots to work as laborers on Sun-Eroding Island, the players began to brawl, leaving the Hunter utterly stunned.

In the distance, the White Ape King, who had arrived with twenty of his tribesmen, was also wearing a look of bewilderment.

At this moment, a tribesman beside him pointed at the "good neighbors" who were brawling and then pointed at his own head.

Seeing this, the White Ape King habitually gave a thumbs up, signaling that his tribesman was right.

The new neighbors had always been this eccentric.

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