Interstellar travel, a beloved companion, a magnificent and turbulent otherworld.

Time soon came to night.

Before the auction, there was no need for Mo Li to appear. She used her mental power to control the person who helped her regain her senses, while she herself washed up properly and enjoyed a delicious dinner, waiting for tonight, the real hunt.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the second hand moves slowly,

After much anticipation, the exciting and thrilling moment has finally arrived.

Mo Li was wrapped in a snow-white ice silkworm quilt in the shape of a silkworm cocoon, and placed on a specially made dining table by two star pirates, one with his head up and the other with his feet up.

If you look closely, it is clearly an execution platform. Its original color is no longer visible. The entire "dining table" is dark red, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

She could clearly see that the dark red color was actually a thick layer of dried blood covering the surface, which showed just how much women's blood had flowed on this "dining table".

There is a thin, concave groove along its edge, and the four corners are funnel-shaped, with a dark red wooden bucket placed underneath.

It's obvious what it's for—to collect flowing blood.

Suddenly, a space pirate's voice rang out, tinged with regret: "Only one appetizer tonight? That's not enough for everyone. We usually have at least a hundred dishes. Why are you being so stingy this time?"

The bearded man laughed and said, "She's not just any ordinary dish; she's a top-quality one, and she's also our commodity."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately became interested and eager to try it out.

"In that case, let's start eating quickly. One dish may be a little small, but a few portions will be enough."

"Haha, who can argue with that? I specially prepared several extra bottles of repair potion for this purpose."

"You think you're the only clever one? Ask everyone here, who didn't prepare?"

"Wait a minute, why is her eyes closed? Is she asleep or has she fainted? We haven't even started yet, we can't let her spoil the fun like this."

The bearded man waved to the two space pirates beside him: "Go, wake her up, don't spoil our fun tonight."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Li opened her eyes, and in an instant, it was as if a thousand beautiful flowers were blooming, stunning the space pirates who were close to her. She seized the moment when everyone changed and poured out her twelfth-level mental power.

In an instant, a mental domain covering everyone was formed, and her indifferent voice sounded somewhat ethereal: "The game has officially begun. Everyone, have fun! Be sure to use all your skills!"

In a short while, the place transformed into a slaughterhouse. Mo Li sat in the highest seat, his face expressionless, one hand supporting his chin, swirling the wine glass in his hand, watching the scene unfold with great interest.

The air was thick with the freshest stench of blood, making her blood boil slightly. The blood stained the ground red, forming beautiful little rivers. Limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere. She wondered if these space pirates were born perverts, all targeting each other's penises.

"Splat, splat," one after another fell to the ground, stained red with blood. Some people chuckled and played with them in their hands. To be honest, this scene was quite disgusting.

Mo Li revealed a somewhat nostalgic expression. In his own Earth world, the battles between humans and zombies were far more bloody, violent, and terrifying than this; those were truly unsettling.

The space pirates became increasingly addicted to the game. In her mental realm, pain became a catalyst for excitement. The more it hurt, the more it fueled their playfulness. They would rip open people's bellies, reach into their chests, rip out their hearts and lungs, and tie up their intestines. If only the air wouldn't stink so much if they didn't cause such ruptures.

Mo Li gradually lost interest in watching. Mainly, the increasingly mixed smells were too intoxicating. After she left, she planned to thoroughly search the place. Since she had come all this way, she might as well get some reward.

Cough, these are definitely not good habits I developed before I transmigrated, and they've continued even after I arrived in this world.

Such a joyful occasion couldn't be enjoyed by her alone, so she released Little Vine, Butterfly Dance, and hundreds of other plant sprites.

"Go, have fun, and don't miss out on any of the good stuff."

He made a special exception for Xiao Teng, saying, "The exploration of digging deep underground is now entrusted to you."

The little vine bent its main branch, and then disappeared in a flash.

This place can be considered the storage warehouse of the entire planet, with armories, treasure troves, mineral deposits, natural food reserves... and even more, the vast majority of their spoils of war accumulated over nearly a thousand years.

They accounted for about 40 percent of the total wealth of the entire universe's Torch Thieves, while the remaining 60 percent was naturally in the core area, controlled by their leader, Haohan.

Mo Li had long considered him her own. After this was over, she would return to the core area. Ye Zixuan was still in Hu Mei's hands, and she couldn't let her ruin such a fine young man.

The screams around her were incessant, becoming even more pleasant as she gleefully looted; the power of many hands was truly undeniable.

In particular, Little Vine branched out countless twigs, along with the swift little sprites, and in less than an hour, comparable to traversing a town the size of half the Earth, she completed a scavenging operation.

Even the uniquely shaped buildings, which were constructed using countless rare crystals, were completely destroyed, and the various top-quality crystals embedded in the walls were scraped clean.

The entire town was reduced to ruins, which, combined with the screams that pierced the sky, created a striking contrast. Mo Li moved her fingers, and a solar-powered drone the size of a bee, carrying a recording device the size of a grain of rice, streaked across the sky and flew back into her hand.

"Am I being a bit perverted by recording the whole exciting process?"

"Butterfly Dance, Little Vine, you two go back to the space first. Before the space pirates in the core area discover the situation here, we must turn back and launch a surprise attack on them."

The same journey took Mo Li only three hours to return. She silently avoided the core area's surveillance and parked her aircraft in the airspace closest to the leader's residence.

Capture the thief first and capture the king!

She unleashed all of her twelfth-tier spiritual power, allowing her spiritual domain to envelop the entire core area. Just to be on the safe side, she checked again before landing in the chief's courtyard.

Seeing the garden with its vibrant, blooming flowers again, she couldn't help but frown. These flowers grew so well because they were irrigated with human blood, nourished by human flesh and bones, and supplied with a constant supply of crystal energy. They would not survive if transplanted elsewhere, and being filled with the stench of blood, they would have no value whatsoever except for being admired by perverts.

No, it still has a little value, providing some nourishment for the little vine.

"Xiao Teng, go grab a snack."