The game is about becoming a god, starting with the rampage of Hua Ye.

"Cough cough! Damn monster!"

On a miniature planet, a crater hundreds of miles long looks like a bite taken out of the planet.

At the center of the crater, a figure stained with golden blood muttered a helpless complaint.

The light surrounding him had long since disappeared.

He has now lost the desire to fight, and Glenn's power has been fully revealed in him.

Perhaps soon, Glenn will be able to reach that realm and become a powerful being in the void.

"Crack, click, click!"

Heavy footsteps approached slowly, and then a burly figure silently arrived at the center of the pit.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Young Master Rick, ignoring his miserable state. Glenn reached out again and spoke:

"Bring it!"

Upon hearing this, Young Master Rick snorted disdainfully.

"Hmph, if you want the Chaos Crystal, then come and get it yourself, but I'm afraid you won't be able to."

The provocation from the Rick tribe did not cause Glenn to change his expression in the slightest.

Glenn crouched slightly, his powerful hand gripping Rick's neck.

"…Forehead!"

The next moment, accompanied by a muffled groan from Young Master Rick, his body was lifted up by Glenn, leaving Young Master Rick to stare at him with murderous eyes.

Glenn's expression remained unchanged as he spoke again:

"Bring it!"

Like a broken record, it keeps repeating itself.

"Cough cough!"

Perhaps the large hand gripping his neck was too forceful, causing Rick to cough incessantly.

He coughed up another wisp of golden blood.

Despite this, the Rick clan did not say a word.

But his golden eyes revealed a hint of disdain; to him, death was not frightening.

The rule followed by all races in the void is the survival of the fittest.

Even though the Arik tribe has always followed rules and morals different from those of the Void, it does not mean that they are bullies who prey on the weak.

Conversely, they are most ruthless towards their enemies.

Only in this way can the ethnic group maintain its status and not be afraid of being bullied by other ethnic groups.

As if realizing that the Rick Clan wouldn't give him the Chaos Crystal, Glenn stopped talking and made his move.

His blood-red eyes lingered on Young Master Rick for a moment.

As if he had found something, his free left hand bent slightly, turning into a claw shape.

The next moment, the blood-red claws transformed into a streak of blood light and lashed directly at Rick's abdomen.

And so, to the astonishment of Rick, his abdomen was pierced through.

Golden blood gushed out.

Only then did he feel a surge of intense pain.

"How...how dare you?"

Sweating profusely, Rick, a member of the young clan, managed to speak with difficulty.

Despite this, the severe injuries did not kill him.

The Angel of Death's infamy is not just a name.

Its power lies not only in its attack capabilities, but also in its superior defense and self-healing abilities.

However, this super strong defensive power was completely destroyed by Glenn's claw.

Only his powerful self-healing ability continuously repaired the wound in his abdomen, preventing his condition from worsening.

But the moment Glenn withdrew his left hand, a dazzling crystal appeared in his palm.

Upon witnessing this scene, the Rick clan was even more shocked.

It should be noted that the Chaos Crystal was stored in his internal space, and no one else could obtain anything from it except through his own manipulation.

Even after his death, the space inside his body will not be opened by others; it will simply annihilate itself upon the death of its owner.

Just like the Casco race's innate skill, Devour Space, it possesses unique characteristics.

"Cough cough! How is this possible? How could you..."

With a thought, he ignored the pain in his abdomen and forced himself to speak, suppressing the itching in his throat.

Glenn showed no interest in responding to this.

Feel that familiar yet unfamiliar energy fluctuation.

He held the Chaos Crystal in his hand and examined it closely.

Then, with a slight exertion of his right hand, he casually tossed Rick the young clansman away as if throwing away trash.

This action allowed the powerful self-healing ability of the Rick clan to be fully utilized.

His huge, gaping wound in his abdomen was being repaired, and it was believed that he would be fully recovered in no time.

But at this moment he didn't care at all, because Glenn's methods were too unbelievable.

The breach in his internal space was far more disheartening than the loss of the Chaos Crystal.

After all, this situation has never occurred before in history, and he didn't know what it meant.

But what he knew was that from then on, this chosen one of the lower-level derivative universes had completely entered the eyes of the higher-ups of the Arik race.

It concerns the interests of the entire community, which compels them to pay extra attention.

It is important to understand that every race has its own secrets, and once these secrets are discovered by others, the future of the race will be under unknown threat.

Glenn paid no attention to Rick's inner monologue; he was currently in an even more bizarre state.

Looking at the Chaos Crystal he had already obtained, Glenn felt extremely confused.

"What should I do next? Where should I go? Why am I here?!"

Once the last vestiges of reason are released from the obsession, one falls into a vicious cycle.

If he remains in this state, he will subconsciously seek out his next obsession.

Whether that obsession is good or bad remains to be seen.

But it is foreseeable that from then on, Glenn will no longer be the Glenn he once was.

He was merely a fish adrift in an ocean of obsessions, recklessly pursuing his own convictions.

Anyone or anything that dares to defy or obstruct his pursuit of that obsession will be regarded as an enemy by him, and he will kill it without hesitation.

For a moment, the crater fell silent.

One is caught in self-reflection, the other in self-doubt.

Whoever wakes up first will decide whether the other stays or goes.

Of course, whether that would cause unnecessary trouble is unknown.

Black mist continuously surged from Glenn's body, transforming into five-clawed golden dragons that constantly circled the blood-red figure, as if awaiting further orders.

In a short time, this place was gradually filled with the black dragon of mist. Any slight disturbance would be the fuse that escalates the conflict.

Therefore, Rick, who was recovering, dared not make any move. As the title of Killing Angel, his perception was also extremely powerful.

Right now, he just wants to recover from his injuries and find a way to solve the problem once he regains some of his strength.

Although he didn't know if he could still deal with Glenn in his current state, it was obvious to everyone that Glenn was having some problems.

If possible, this might be the best chance to turn things around.

Although Glenn could not control the situation, someone pointed him in the right direction.

In his confusion, a melancholy voice echoed in Glenn's mind, flowing through his entire heart like a thread of connection.

The long-silent lake surface was rippled, and finally the lake became turbulent until a trace of reason returned.

"Wake up! Glenn! Wake up! Glenn!"