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

Before long, footsteps came from behind. Buck strode up to Vera, his rugged face showing obvious gloom and helplessness.

At this moment, he was still holding an elven general who had been tortured to the point of mental collapse and was foaming at the mouth.

Hearing the commotion, Vera stopped what she was doing and casually asked, "Did you find out? Is this godforsaken place really the Rift Abyss?"

Buck tossed the broken elf aside like trash, shook his head and sighed, his chubby face twitching slightly.

"Boss, the questioning didn't go very well."

"These guys with pointy ears look respectable, but just as you guessed, they are indeed a bunch of country bumpkins who have never even left their homes."

"I tortured them one by one. At first, I thought they were just being stubborn, but then I realized they really didn't even have the concept of a 'star field'!"

"In other words, they don't even know where they are in the universe, let alone the coordinates of the [Rift]."

Upon hearing this answer, Vera stopped wiping the knife in her hand, and her brows furrowed instantly.

Clearly, without concrete information, she had no way of knowing whether their starship had been thrown into the Rift after it was destroyed.

If this happens to be the edge of the Rift Plane, then it's fine; we can just put in some effort to flip the plane over.

We can always find that secret realm of the blazing sun.

But what if it isn't?

What if this is just some remote garbage dump, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Rift Abyss?

That would truly be a case of losing both wife and army!

After all, their current situation can be described as quite dire.

With the ship gone, they had almost lost their legs to travel long distances through the vast sea of ​​stars.

Admittedly, leaving this impoverished and remote area was not difficult for them.

With all of them being over level 100, breaking through the dimensional barrier together would be a piece of cake.

But what happens after breaking through the barrier and entering the astral plane?

Without the shields of a starship to protect them from astral storms, and without warp drives for space jumps, they could only rely on their physical bodies to slowly fly through space.

Even if they are incredibly powerful and immortal, they still cannot return to those mainstream, prosperous star systems with life and navigation nodes.

It would probably take several interstellar months to drift in the dark universe.

Several months...

Let alone whether the Star Hunters could stand that kind of boredom and deathly silence, even among the Star Rangers, how many could be as freakish as Lorian?

The thought of spending months in space as a humanoid meteorite made Vera's teeth grind.

Seeing the murderous look on his boss's face, Buck knew things were going badly. He quickly coughed twice and spilled out the rest of the information, trying to distract his boss.

"Boss, don't get too worked up. It's not like we gained nothing at all."

"Although I didn't get the coordinates, I have a very clear understanding of the details of this plane."

Buck kicked the dirt on the ground and continued, "The plane we landed in is mainly controlled by an elven force called the Cloud Forest Kingdom."

"The thing these guys believe in has quite a background; it's the famous 'Prophet of the End' Milsophie from the Star Sea. He's one of the agents that the Devouring Gods have planted below."

"Also, I now understand why those two leading elves were so weak, like complete frauds."

"According to their description, just a short time before we hit them, these guys were worshipping their idols in their hideout."

"Then that guy named Milsofi bestowed a collective blessing upon them from a great distance."

At this point, Buck gave a mocking sneer: "With the help of this foreign divine power, these few high-ranking elves barely managed to break through the Source level threshold of the [Envoy of God]."

"In reality, the strongest fighting force in the entire plane consists of these few underperforming individuals who were forced to grow too quickly!"

"Besides that, there isn't a single decent high-end combat force; they're all just a bunch of rotten potatoes and stinky eggs."

Upon hearing this, Vera's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, a look of realization flashed in her eyes, and then she let out a sneer.

"No wonder..."

Vera sheathed her cleaned longsword and dusted off her hands. "I was wondering why the elves were so weak and unstable. Turns out they were forced to have the Blessing injected into them."

"He really is a country bumpkin from a small town. He's used to being poor, and he treats any kind of colored energy as a treasure."

Having spent so many years in the Starry Sky, Vera has witnessed far too many so-called "divine blessings."

To those ignorant, low-dimensional natives, the blessing was like a pie falling from the sky.

It allows them to instantly break through bottlenecks and obtain the powerful strength they've always dreamed of.

But in the eyes of Star Hunters, who live on the edge and understand the cruel truth of the universe, that thing is a contract of servitude that cannot be broken once signed.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Which of those high-ranking deities doesn't treat the beings below as livestock in a pasture?

The power of blessing has been given to you, but the moment the power enters your body, the souls of these elves, their professional origins, and even all their future potential have already been branded with the mark of that god.

In other words, from the moment they were blessed, their lives were no longer their own, but rather became puppets that the gods could control and crush at any time.

These idiots are actually very grateful, thinking they've gotten a huge bargain.

However, despite the mockery, Vera's thoughts quickly drifted to another thought-provoking question because of Buck's words.

"The Devouring Gods..."

Vera murmured the name to herself, tapping her fingers on the hilt of the knife.

As a cunning old fox in the starry sea, she has a keen sense of the movements of various divine realms.

Those guys from the Devouring Dimensions Clan have been incredibly quiet these past few eras.

The Intis realm, which is hidden deep within the astral plane, only occasionally sends out a few agents to harvest faith.

The main players rarely show up.

As far as Vera knew, the Devouring Gods hadn't made any major moves for at least two eras.

They were as docile as a stagnant pool.

But now, why would this reclusive prophet suddenly bestow a collective blessing upon a remote plane that doesn't even deserve star map coordinates?

Transmitting power across such distant astral dimensions is not without its costs, even for gods.

This unusual behavior could absolutely not be charity work.

Combining this with some secret rumors she had heard in the Ark Merchant Guild's black market, Vera had a flash of inspiration.