Endless Void,
In a vast territory called "Mud Hell", countless planets are submerged, struggling as if they have fallen into hell.
At the edge of a filthy palace cluster,
in a small palace,
Darius Turtlefield, whose appearance and posture are no better than muddy filth and who has a habit of wantonly torturing elf sisters or cat-eared girls, is kowtowing and flattering a white, bald-headed deity player named Julius wearing a papal robe.
"Lord Julius, is it time for the total attack?"
Seeing Julius's supreme appearance, Darius Turtlefield's heart sinks.
'The last time you came, you casually took away a hundred light and dark elf boys I had painstakingly collected.'
'And there was no total attack on the Sky Man Tribe.'
"Don't just take away the Pearl Horse Clan boys I just collected this time!"
"Hm?"
Julius casts a cold glance, instantly silencing Darius Turtlefield.
'Damn it, why did I just say what's on my mind?'
"Heh."