The blazing sun hung high in the sky.
Crimson Moon Mountain, once nearly deserted, was now filled with crowds of players sweating profusely. Their faces were ablaze with excitement as they darted through the mine tunnels like tireless Mechanical People, leaving the unregistered drifters delivering construction materials to Crimson Moon Mountain utterly dumbfounded.
"These Obsidian Martial Arts Hall people really are a bunch of lunatics. Can mining really be this addictive?"
"Damn! I think I just saw several Advanced Apprentices mining too!"
"No way! Those are Advanced Apprentices! Even among the major wilderness gangs, they're high-ranking figures. Obsidian Martial Arts Hall is actually willing to have them mine?"
"Could Obsidian Martial Arts Hall be so desperately short-handed that they're making them mine?"
"But don't normal gangs hire drifters to mine? Why would they need to do it themselves?"
"That's true. Do you think Obsidian Martial Arts Hall plans to use delivering these construction materials as an excuse to keep all of us here to mine?"
Several dozen Three-Eyed Race drifters who had driven Big Three-Wheelers to deliver construction materials and specialized equipment watched Apprentice-level players continuously run out of the mines with Energy Ore on their backs. For a moment, they all grew nervous and did not dare approach Obsidian Martial Arts Hall's warehouse.
A major wilderness gang ranked forty-second did not hire unregistered drifters to mine, yet was willing to send a group of Apprentice-level experts to do it. It was simply unimaginable what such a gang might make unregistered drifters do.
The Three-Eyed Race drifters' discussions and tense atmosphere quickly caught the attention of the newcomer players carrying ore.
"Brother Twilight, what do you think those three-eyed NPCs are talking about? Every one of them looks nervous as hell." A total newbie who had only just entered High