The World is Vast and Full of Wonders

Sun-Eroding Island.

Main peak, Hunter Hall.

"You're saying there's a race on Dragon Scale Island that actually wants to go to the mines to work as forced labor?"

After listening to Three-Phase's account, all the Hunters turned their gazes toward him, and the Hunter leader even furrowed his brows as he voiced his inner doubts.

Amidst the confused gazes of the crowd, Three-Phase nodded:

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it either. Forced labor entering the mines faces nine deaths for every one life; I truly cannot fathom why that race would want to enter the mines to serve as laborers!"

"Could they have some ulterior motive?" the Hunter leader asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Three-Phase shook his head again:

"I was suspicious, but their strength is low and they pose absolutely no threat. Furthermore, once you enter the mines, there is no possibility of leaving. I cannot think of any scheme they could possibly have against the mines."

The Hunter leader remained silent for a long while, then looked at the crowd and spoke:

"At this stage, the mines are lacking a large number of laborers. Since Dragon Scale Island has ready-made labor, all Hunters who have not met their capture quota may go to Dragon Scale Island."

Upon hearing these words, smiles appeared on the faces of the Hunters present.

Recently, the pressure from the higher-ups had been immense, and meeting the capture quotas for laborers was no easy task.

Now that they knew of such a good place, the Hunters present couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Three days later.

Dragon Scale Island.

A large number of players gathered by the beach, gazing out at the sea, waiting quietly.

A moment later, several black shadows appeared on the horizon, moving rapidly toward Dragon Scale Island.

Seeing this, the players stood up one after another.

In the blink of an eye, these black shadows arrived above the area where the players were located, then landed steadily on the beach.

As they landed, the lead Hunter immediately shouted:

"Don't fight, let's talk this out!"

Before his voice had even faded, a battle had already erupted among the crowd.

"Only the strongest men are qualified to be laborers! I'm definitely going this time, death to anyone who blocks me!"

"It's been three whole days! I haven't gone once, and some of you have already gone twice—have you no shame?!"

"There's no room for negotiation this time! I must go, and whoever stands in my way dies!"

Watching the chaotic brawl erupt before them, the Hunters wore expressions of helplessness.

This was not the first time they had encountered such a scene over the past few days.

Every time they arrived, these guys who called themselves the Human Race would fight tooth and nail to compete for the qualification to go to the Sun-Eroding Island mines.

During the process, there was constant face-slapping, crotch-kicking, and underhanded tricks, leaving them dumbfounded and unable to understand what on earth was going on inside the heads of the Human Race members.

In truth, they had been suspicious about why the Human Race wanted to go to the mines to dig so badly.

Being sent to the mines was essentially a death sentence; they couldn't figure out what the Human Race was aiming for.

To this end, they had remained vigilant. After sending a batch of Human Race members into a mine, they specifically went to ask the mine overseer the next day, wanting to understand the performance of the Human Race within the mines.

However, the overseer's answer dispelled their concerns.

At the time, the overseer of that mine looked depressed and said this:

"Slacking off? I actually wish they would slack off, but they don't listen at all! See those guys with dark circles under their eyes, trembling all over? Those are the Human Race members you sent. They're too ruthless. I've worked in the mines for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen forced laborers dig with such dedication."

In the end, that overseer even gave an evaluation of the Human Race laborers:

"The Human Race is very suitable for forced labor. The only drawback is that they work themselves to death a bit too quickly. Basically, they can't last more than a day and a half before they die, so they need to be replenished frequently. Sigh, what a pity!"

The overseer's words stunned the Hunters who had come specifically to inquire.

To be safe, the Hunters subsequently asked other mines that had Human Race laborers to see if the evaluations from the various overseers differed.

However, the fact was that all overseers rated the Human Race laborers very highly.

One overseer even said:

"If all laborers were as self-motivated as the Human Race laborers, then our jobs would have no reason to exist."

This answer was enough to show just how excellent the performance of the Human Race was in the mines.

Although they found it hard to believe, the Hunters quickly accepted this fact.

Watching the Human Race members in a chaotic heap, frantically pummeling each other.

The three arriving Hunters felt a pang of heartache.

In their eyes, members of the Human Race were merely mission quotas for when they needed to capture laborers; whenever a task arose in the future, they could simply come to the Human Race to pick out workers, simple and convenient.

Therefore, the scene of Human Race members frantically beating each other up looked like this in the eyes of the Hunter:

Future capture mission quota -1

Future capture mission quota -1

Future capture mission quota -1

"Stop, give it a rest, all of you stop fighting!" While feeling a pang of heartache, the lead Hunter finally roared out.

However, not a single player paid him any mind; if anything, they fought even more fiercely.

Seeing this, the lead Hunter's expression turned awkward.

He had absolutely no idea how to stop the Human Race members from brawling.

Forceful coercion? Verbal threats?

These methods worked exceptionally well on other races, but they were completely useless against the Human Race.

The races that required threats and coercion were those unwilling to obey orders or send their kin to serve as laborers.

The situation with the Human Race was entirely different.

They were fighting for the chance to be laborers—how the hell were they supposed to threaten that!

While the Hunters were anxious and helpless, they had no choice but to continue their futile verbal attempts to break up the fight.

A moment later, realizing that the infighting among the Human Race members would never end unless they left, the lead Hunter immediately turned to his companions and said:

"Grab 50 people each and let's go, otherwise more will die!"

Hearing this, the other two Hunters hurriedly pulled out iron chains, manipulated them to coil around fifty players, and then flapped their wings to take flight.

Just like that, the quotas for going to Sun-Eroding Island as laborers were filled.

The players below who hadn't been chosen immediately wore expressions of utter dejection.

"When will it be my turn for One Shovel 80, ahhhhh!"

"Damn it, not me again, I'm so pissed!"

"Eh, wait for next time, there's no hope this time."

Meanwhile, in the sky, the players bound by the iron chains let out a cheer.

"Hahaha, I finally got picked."

"So happy, Sun-Eroding Island mining area, here I come!"

"Brothers down there, jealous of me? Too bad for you, hahaha!"

Listening to the wild laughter rising from below, then looking back at the dejected Human Race members near the beach.

The three Hunters looked at each other, their expressions stunned.

They often heard their elders say that the world was vast and full of wonders, but they had truly never seen a race as bizarre as the Human Race.