Feeding on negative emotions, Yun Ruoxi climbed step by step.
From the valley floor where sunlight could not reach, to the summit of the Abyss of Death Row.
From the lowest-ranked eighteenth-level prisoner, to the highest-ranked first-level death row inmate—the Prisoner King.
All the people and Star Beasts who tried to step on her to escape the Abyss of Death Row and join the Saints’ Hand Society ended up as bones beneath her feet!
How many people, how many beasts she had killed, she could no longer remember clearly.
When killing with a wave of the hand became as simple as breathing, no one would bother to remember how many breaths they took each day.
She only knew one thing—
She had completely conquered the Abyss of Death Row with absolute violence. Her commands became the only rule in the Abyss of Death.
And she had finally earned the recognition of the Saints’ Hand Society, allowing her to leave the Abyss of Death Row and return with a new identity.
Beep!
One day, three years after the final examination ended.
A Saints’ Hand Society spaceship was ordered to warp to the star system containing the Abyss of Death Row.
It was preparing to receive the latest qualified individual from the Abyss of Death.
The dart-shaped spaceship pierced through the planet’s atmosphere at extreme speed, the intense friction nearly turning it into a fireball.
But after three years, Heishui, a former Pandora-35 battle camp trainee who now considered himself a “veteran” of the Saints’ Hand Society, sat in the pilot’s seat without a change in expression.
He dissipated the heat, calmly adjusted the control stick, reduced speed, and deployed the energy shield.
This kind of extremely dangerous maneuver in spaceship piloting didn’t even qualify as a “close call” in his three years of mission experience.
Piercing the atmosphere at near-light speed—an operation deemed hazardous in piloting classes—had long become routine in his three years of missions.
Through the dome window, he looked down at the massive fissure that seemed to vertically split the entire planet in half.
A flicker of disdain passed through his eyes.
‘Qualified individuals from the Abyss of Death Row? Just a bunch of outsider weaklings raised through mutual slaughter to produce a Gu King.’
As a direct disciple of the Saints’ Hand Society, raised with formal training since childhood, he looked down on these scum discarded by the Empire from the bottom of his heart.
If he hadn’t been passing nearby and was temporarily requisitioned, he wouldn’t waste time coming here to pick someone up.
Having just finished a mission, he was exhausted and only wanted to return to the Asha Star system for some rest.
Heishui pushed the control stick forward, piloting the ship toward the fissure, asking without turning his head:
“Heart Demon, have you contacted the organization? Have the specific coordinates and the qualified individual’s information been sent over?”
The star system containing the Abyss of Death was very peculiar.
High-energy radiation was everywhere.
Not only was it impossible to detect anything on radar, but communication methods were also severely disrupted.
They could only establish contact with the outside world by entering the planetary surface and using the relay stations the Saints’ Hand Society had deployed inside the atmosphere.
“Let me check!”
Heart Demon, sitting in the cabin, raised her right arm and looked at the personal terminal on her wrist.
When the Saints’ Hand Society assigned missions, they considered the supernatural power combinations of the members based on the mission type.
This time, the member paired with her was Heart Demon, who possessed the [Mind Control] ability, and Heishui, who was from the same battle camp as her.
It was a pleasantly surprising coincidence.
“Just came through, let me see… The qualified individual’s name is… Blue Death God? Physical characteristics are…”
As she spoke, looking at the clear photo on the terminal, her pupils suddenly contracted.
“Specific coordinates are 141.231, 4214.”
As if falling into a memory, her eyes grew distant and she froze.
“141.231, 4214? That’s right nearby, isn’t it?”
Heishui didn’t notice Heart Demon’s abnormality.
He glanced at the control panel, moved the control stick, and piloted the ship in a sharp turn toward the destination coordinates.
Looking at the magnified surface imagery, he said disdainfully:
“Blue Death God? Quite a resounding title. Just don’t know if it’s deserved.”
Heishui was no longer the naive trainee from back then.
Having ventured into the Empire’s underbelly on missions, he clearly understood that often, the weaker the star energy user, the more they liked flashy titles and used increasingly cruel methods to display their power.
It was often a manifestation of impotent rage.
The titles of true strong ones should be like Mo Yuan, Behemoth, and even himself—understated yet exuding confidence.
“Hei… Heishui…”
Heart Demon was startled out of her thoughts by Heishui’s words, snapping back to reality.
She looked up, her face filled with a complex mix of shock, bewilderment, and disbelief.
Then, looking at Heishui, she said hesitantly:
“This Blue Death God… she seems to be…”
“Seems to be what?”
Heishui was speaking when, through the periscope, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a flash of white within the fissure and immediately interrupted:
“I see her already! Is that her? Blue Death God? Wait… why is there only one person here? Could it be that she’s the only qualified individual this time?”
Heishui asked, puzzled.
Although it was his first time coming to pick up a qualified individual, he had previously collaborated with people in the Saints’ Hand Society who had come from the Abyss of Death Row.
From them, he had learned some common knowledge about the Abyss of Death.
For example, like the battle camps, the Abyss of Death Row operated in three-year cycles but didn’t restrict mid-term entries.
All people and Star Beasts thrown into the Abyss of Death Row would engage in ruleless, bottomlessly cruel slaughter.
Three years later, when the retrieval ship arrived—
All death row inmates who survived the deadly struggle would qualify to join the Saints’ Hand Society.
And—
The fewer surviving inmates, the higher the reward each person received, along with their initial status and potential within the Saints’ Hand Society.
Therefore, the inmates would fight to the last day every time.
But even so, because the number thrown into the Abyss each time was in the hundreds of thousands.
And the closer to the end, the smaller the gap between the strong ones became.
So, the number of qualified individuals each time was at least over a hundred, sometimes over a thousand, and there had even been instances of nearly ten thousand.
But one person?
How was that possible?
That would mean she had killed almost everyone else!
Heishui’s pupils contracted.
Wait… it really was possible!
Otherwise, why did the organization only send this one ship, which could carry at most a hundred people, for retrieval?
Perhaps the number of qualified individuals this time was extremely, extremely small—
Maybe even just one person!
“Interesting!”
Heishui licked his lips, putting away the arrogance and disdain on his face.
He pressed a button, continuing to zoom in with the periscope, magnifying the ground scene enough to see clearly.
“Wait, what is this?”
Heishui said, puzzled.
Because the magnification was too high, what appeared in the lens was just a strange white object with an extremely rough surface.
He adjusted the periscope, reducing the observation magnification.
The next second, the object’s full appearance came into view in the lens—
His brain exploded with a boom.
“What kind of… joke is this!”