The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

However, this hatred only lasted for a moment.

"never mind……"

Vera let out a long breath, her eyes turning cold again: "There's nothing to argue with a dead man."

In her view, having taken the full force of [Forbidden Touch] head-on, let alone the fact that Lorian Scarlet was just a level 120 Star Ranger.

Even a level 130 guy would have absolutely no chance of survival.

Trading one's most prized possession for a potential future enemy of Ashmerkrin—this deal, though a loss that makes one want to vomit blood, is not entirely without value.

At least, Ashmerkham won't be able to trace them to anytime soon.

The dead have no value; it is the living who need to consider what lies ahead.

"Stop lying there like corpses! Get up and get to work!"

Vera roared, her voice echoing through the valley: "Investigate the surroundings immediately! What the hell is this place? Energy level, species information, whether there are any intelligent beings—I need to know all of this within five minutes!"

Upon receiving the order, the Star Hunters, who were still groaning, immediately sprang to their feet as if they had been whipped.

They truly lived up to their reputation as seasoned veterans who had been through thick and thin; even in unfamiliar environments, their professionalism remained undiminished.

Someone pulled out a constantly spinning metal sphere from their pocket. A pale blue light screen emanated from the sphere, and it began scanning and analyzing the energy in the air.

Some people had a faint blue light in their eyes, and their spiritual power rapidly spread outwards.

Some people even grabbed a handful of soil, smelled it, and then licked it with their tongues, as if they were savoring some fine wine.

Soon, the results of the various investigations were compiled and sent to Vera.

But the expressions on the faces of all the hunters were not pleasant, and even carried a hint of disgust.

"Boss, things aren't looking good."

The hunter and helmsman in charge of energy perception, Arlin, frowned as he reported to the leader: "The energy concentration of this plane is extremely low, and the free elemental particles are pitifully sparse. At most, it's just like a second-level low-grade plane."

"That's right, boss..."

Beside him, Didan chimed in, "There's no sign of any high-level energy minerals in the air or soil. This place... is dirt poor."

As Vera listened to her subordinates' report, her brows furrowed deeply.

Lower plane?

She quickly made a decision in her mind.

Although the route they were on was remote, it was still on the edge of the Starfall Divine Realm. According to the star map, there was no plane with such an appallingly low energy level nearby.

Unless… a thought flashed through Vera’s mind like lightning.

"The Rift Abyss?"

Vera muttered something to herself, then a look of absurdity and bewilderment flashed in her eyes.

It's really fate that plays tricks on people.

After receiving the news, they wanted to activate the warp drive and head here to find the secret realm of the Sun God Kingdom.

As a result, before he even arrived, he was chased and hacked at by a wandering swordsman, and was forced to use a forbidden item to kill the enemy.

The boat is gone too.

Finally, it landed precisely at its destination using this "airdrop" method.

What is this?

Is this a dark comedy of fate?

However, despite her silence, Vera's heart couldn't help but burn with excitement.

Even if the business is a complete disaster, there might still be a chance to turn things around. If this place really is the Rift Abyss, then it means that the high-dimensional secret realm is nearby!

As long as she can find that secret realm and retrieve the Heart of the Sun from it, she can rebuild not just one starship, but ten!

With this thought, the gloom in Vera's eyes vanished.

However, just as she was about to give the order to have everyone conduct a thorough search.

"Buzz..."

A slight but clear energy fluctuation emanated from the surrounding crater where they were.

"Boss! Something's coming!"

Buck instantly became alert, and all the hunters immediately went into battle mode, their eyes warily fixed on the edge of the pit.

The next second, at the edge of the dense jungle above the pit, figures silently appeared.

They were agile and handsome, with a pair of distinctive pointed ears, and held what appeared to be longbows, staffs, and crossbows made of ancient wood and vines.

It shimmered with a pale green energy glow.

Upon seeing this, Vera's face was instantly filled with astonishment.

"Elves?"

She couldn't help but curse, "Damn it! How could such good-looking elves be found in this godforsaken, godforsaken place?"

You should know that in the Starsea Black Market, a live, well-preserved elf can fetch a very high price.

Whether used as slaves, as offerings in certain evil rituals, or as materials for crafting high-grade potions, they are all considered hard currency.

But when she subconsciously scanned the other party's strength with her mental power...

The surprise on his face instantly turned into even deeper astonishment and bewilderment.

"What the hell?"

She almost thought there was something wrong with her perception, and her mind went blank for a moment.

Because, according to her perception.

The energy fluctuations emanating from the elven warriors who surrounded them were shockingly weak.

Putting everything else aside, let's just talk about the two elven generals at the head.

Although the energy fluctuations emanating from them were indeed quite strong, barely reaching the threshold of the Origin level.

However, in Vera's perception of the level 117 [Shark Warrior].

This "power" appears unusually superficial, like a fruit that has been forcibly ripened with a catalyst; it looks bright on the outside but is hollow inside and has an unstable foundation.

As for the large group of elven rangers following behind them, they were even less impressive.

Most of them hover between the sixth and eighth tiers, which translates to levels 70 to 90.

This discovery made Vera's already furrowed brows furrow even deeper.

The expression on his face was like that of someone looking at a beggar dressed in a dragon robe, full of absurdity and incomprehension.

"This...isn't something like this?"

For a moment, Vera couldn't help but mutter something under her breath.

After all, this was so different from the elves she knew.

It should be noted that in the vast sea of ​​stars, the Elf race is recognized as a "noble race," and is the object of envy, jealousy, and hatred of countless beings from different planes.

This is not only because of their faces, which would make other races feel ashamed, but also because of their racial talents that are so extraordinary that they defy reason.

Career change rate: 100%!

This means that any adult elf can become a professional.

That alone is enough to crush 99% of the races in the universe.

In the prosperous divine realms and star-sea kingdoms that Vera had traversed and raided, the elven race she had encountered, even the young warriors who had just come of age, were generally above level 110.

Those elven elders who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years are all unfathomably powerful. She has never seen an "elven grunt" of level 60 or 70 before, except for minors who have just been born and have not yet had time to change their class!

These guys are practically the "defective products" of the Elven race.