Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 863 - 615 disappeared?_2

This place surely holds a great opportunity waiting for me.

So, he worked diligently without a single complaint, striving to be the model worker and become the star of labor.

Until one day, other players far away on the primal planet sent him a request.

They hoped he could be a qualified guide, making all preparations for the arrival of the Imperial Army.

At this moment, the artist suddenly understood the true purpose of being thrown into this place!

Yes! This is the mission for which I was chosen and placed here!

I must be the envoy of the Imperial Army, paving the first stepping stone for my hometown's rise!

The first step starts with liberating the Black Ore Star!

On the giant yacht floating on the rare calm sea, the artist and his companions lay on the deck, enjoying the rare, scorching sunbath.

The sun here was hotter and more vicious than on the primal planet, and an ordinary person without surgical modifications would be peeled to the bone in no time.

But to them, it was just at the level of a blind person rubbing their back.

However, after sunbathing for a while, the companion, thinking of those beautiful alien women, couldn't help but get excited.

"Artist, how long do you plan to sunbathe? Aren't you going to play?"

The artist looked at the sky with a serious face, "I'm not going."

"Aren't you usually the most enthusiastic?"

The artist snorted coldly, "The past is the past..."

"So, do you have a better place to go now?" The companion suddenly leaned closer, "Still planning to hide it from your buddy?"

"Hmph~" The artist's lips curled slightly, "Now, I have an ideal!"

In reality, he received a message from the young lady who contacted him: "Everything is clear, prepare to take action!"

So, the artist opened his arms, enthusiastically looking at the sky.

Ignoring the sunlight that pierced his eyes, he stared straight at the floating black-themed factories in the sky orbit.

'Let you all be the first spoils of our Imperial Army!'

He thought gleefully.

He even wished that the beautiful one-eyed female pirate would appear before him now, to hear his grand revenge and guide plan, shedding tears of regret for not accepting him into her harem at first.

'Hmph! This is the cost!'

Spiritual energy burned fiercely.

The bond among humans made his beacon flash vividly on the special frequency band.

The starship, having been fully prepared at the other end of the galaxy, was already waiting outside the planet's atmosphere.

Among the many four-tier Spiritual Energy users closely monitoring the frequency generated by the Spiritual Breathing Skill on the planet, one instantly noticed the weak light flashing "from afar."

After roughly aligning with the star chart, this person joyfully reported, "Found it!"

"Thank you for your hard work."

Bai E joined him, while simultaneously opening the hatch to send off the planet's native Spiritual Energy users.

The core fighting strength of the planet's natives couldn't be taken, the main force of this trip was still the players.

With a thought, a wave-like shimmering space appeared in front of the spindle-shaped starship.

"Go."

A calm order was given, and the starship's crew nervously started the propulsion engines.

The entire starship sailed once more into the mysterious and deep space ahead.

As the ship gradually submerged, at some point, it was completely shrouded in a blur, and thus wholly vanished...

...

"Hey! Time's up! Get back to work, get back to work hey!" After two days of play, the rejuvenated companion came onto the deck with a glowing face, eagerly calling out when he found the artist's figure: "How's your ideal?"

"Ideal?" The artist's eyes were vacant, "Yeah... where's my ideal?"

He felt he had persisted for a long time now.

His beacon had been flashing for two full days and nights, thanks to his exceptionally high Spiritual Energy level among the players.

Yet, even after he exhausted his Spiritual Energy, the Imperial Army didn't arrive.

'What's the situation?'

'Did the Imperial Army take a wrong turn?'

'Or didn't I last long enough?'

'But it doesn't make sense... no one said this mission absolutely required someone to die, right? Surely nobody blames me for not burning my life to keep the beacon flashing? It can't be my fault, can it?'

'The Imperial Army did say they were coming from a higher-dimensional space, right? In higher-dimensional space, supposedly time and space are neglected, and traveling there is just a blink of an eye? Surely their absence till now is not my fault!'

'Exactly! I've been tricked! I'm the victim here; I must find that person later and get some clear answers!'

Thinking this, the artist stiffly started to move.

Being trapped on this Black Ore Star for several months had made clocking in for work a habit by instinct.

On the way back through the tunnel elevator to the deep seafloor with his companion, the latter looked out through the transparent elevator walls at the pitch-black deep sea, where huge machines with artificial lights stood out distinctly.

"Artist, don't you think these aliens are all idiots? Or has their tech skewed this much? Clearly, they've got interstellar travel capabilities, yet these mining operations in the deep sea still require us to operate manually? Their technology in intelligent machines is downright laughable!"

Humans, no matter how adaptable, still need rest.

Even the dumbest of machines can keep working endlessly.

Why can't those capitalists figure this out?

Why not use intelligent machinery?

Really makes one look down on their intelligence...

"You're right!" The artist now only wanted to wait for a unified log-off opportunity in the real world, then find that female player who tricked him and hold her accountable.

Of course, depending on her attractiveness, he might adjust his tone accordingly.

Returning once more to the pitch-black seabed mud, the artist's figure stuttered slightly.

The game world's time progression is unaffected by real-world log-ins and log-outs.

Logging out and back in, only a split second might have passed in the game world.

However, having logged out and gone through an entire real-world daytime, the artist held a large heap of sticky, thick sludge in his hands, his eyes filled with confusion.

'What's going on?'

'Could I have hallucinated after overdoing it?'

The female player named "Gong Yan" was nowhere to be found!

It wasn't just ordinary unavailability!

She had completely disappeared as if she never existed!

Her interaction records with himself were gone!

Going directly to her home through previous contact memory, the artist received a piece of somewhat eerie news—

Her family also denied the existence of anyone named "Gong Yan"!

"Gong Yan" had vanished.

Not only Gong Yan, but also "Kuang Xin"... "Dai Lian"... "Gu Lan"... which she brought up as guarantors...

Each of these names represented real individuals.

These names had recognizable notoriety among players!

But now... they were all gone!

Vanished!

Not just out of contact!

But altogether disappeared from everyone's memory!

Except for he himself.

Did he really hallucinate?

Or has the world undergone some massive change unknown to him?

Thinking of this made the artist shiver, feeling a chill from the depths of his heart.

The chill spread instantly—an utterly eerie feeling overwhelmed him.

Consequently...

A sense of perplexity clouded his heart.

The artist scratched his head, slightly unsure of the inexplicable absent-mindedness gripping him.

Turning to look at his companion looking completely worn out, the artist grabbed his collar, full of jealousy, and shouted, "How many girls have you hooked up with during this break!"

His companion smirked proudly, "Can you blame me if I called you but you didn't come?"

"Bull! I would never pass that up!"

"Haha! Who knows what's gotten into you this time?"