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Chapter 307: Chapter 283: The Prosperous Times Do Not Produce Heroes.

This dark-skinned man glanced around carelessly before his eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, and he sneered, “A bunch of trash, the people of Threefold Planet have been thoroughly disgraced by you.”

Just then—

A voice nearby inquired, “For sale?”

“Sell, sell, sell!”

Hearing this, the man hurriedly set aside the chicken leg he was holding and pulled a young boy with the same skin tone, who was tethered with a rope, to the front while apologizing with a smile, “The boys are 30k Points each.”

“That expensive?”

The customer who came to ask for the price slightly furrowed his brow and said, “Why has the price for your Black Race increased again? Just last month, a healthy Black Race boy was only 25k Points.”

“We really have no choice.”

Upon hearing the customer complain about the price, the dark-skinned man lamented with a look of grievance, “The cost of raising a Black Race boy to the point where he can work has nearly reached 7k Points, we’re almost running at a loss.”

“Plus, look at how good the quality is.”

“All limbs intact, and these eyes.”

The man casually pulled a boy who was tied up with a rope from behind, dragging him in front of the customer, and used his hand to pry the boy’s eyelids open, “Look, how bright these eyes are.”

“You can tell he’s not stupid.”

“Not only can he fight for you, but he can also serve you in your daily life, so when you think about it, is 8k Points still expensive?”

“Alright then.”

Perhaps because the quality this time was really not bad, the customer didn’t haggle further; instead, he touched the solitary horn on his forehead, furrowed his brow in contemplation for a while, and then said.

“Give me two.”

“You got it.”

…

The Black Race also belonged to one of the races native to Ding Qi Star.

They were a group that had advanced from the 7th Star System.

On Ding Qi Starfield, they were quite a significant force, and their planet was named Black Star.

Players of the Black Race were easy to recognize in a crowd, with skin that was uniformly dark, except for the palms of their hands and feet, which were pale, and their hair which naturally curled tightly.

Players of this race were naturally strong in combat and fearless of death; they fought with a desperation that seldom failed to intimidate.

But the biggest flaw of this race was the absence of familial relationships.

Or rather, the players of this race didn’t have the ethical relationships other races typically had; their nature was free, or one might say, selfish.

For players of this race, their dictionary did not contain the definitions of “father” and “mother.”

They never cared about who gave birth to them, nor who raised them.

Before the advancement to the new planet had begun, societal civilization had diminished, and children were carelessly abandoned at birth to either survive or perish.

Perhaps it was due to such customs.

The newborns of the Black Race were not as fragile as the newborns of other races; instead, they opened their eyes shortly after birth, yanked their umbilical cords free, and ran off into the forest.

For the following three days, the umbilical cord was their only source of sustenance.

If they couldn’t find water and food within three days, the newborn would be declared dead; if they found them, they would slowly grow up in that place.

It was such a disorganized and almost savage race of players that successfully advanced to Threefold Planet.

There was no other way.

Though disorganized, facing individual trials on the map of Threefold Planet, each fighting for themselves, those from the Black Race were truly fearless in battle, as if they feared dying too slowly.

It must have been by virtue of the individual strength of all players that they successfully advanced to Threefold Planet.

They were now one of the few places in all of Threefold Planet where there was no unified government, and it was extremely fragmented.

After advancing to Ding Qi Starfield.

Everyone slowly figured out the characteristics of this race and started to oppress them without restraint, the primary reason being that there were no worries of retaliation.

No matter how many Black Race Players you killed, you never had to worry about someone seeking revenge.

The selfish nature inherent in the bloodlines of Black Race Players meant that they had no concept of avenging friends, not even bothering to retrieve their corpses, even if they were close friends.

It was because of this.

In the beginning, everyone treated Black Race Players like pushovers, only to quickly realize that they weren’t so soft after all. Although no one sought vengeance for them, these Black Race Players fought with a desperation that was truly difficult to withstand.

These people really had no regard for their own lives.

They would even stab themselves a few times for thrills after not getting their fill of killing, fighting against such individuals was truly frightening.

Later on.

Many players realized that if they captured Black Race Players, whipped them for three months, and then fed them a bit and equipped them with some simple props and skills,

these Black Race Players would fight for them with unwavering loyalty.

And fight with more desperation than any other subordinate.

They didn’t even require a monthly salary, just food was enough.

Most importantly, they had no sense of race, not hesitating to strike even at their own kind.

Once this was discovered,

Black Race Players suddenly became highly sought after; simply capturing one meant acquiring a superb fighting force!

So, during that period, various traffickers emerged one after another!

The entire market was in utter chaos!

Almost all players were eager to capture Black Race Players to then sell them for a high price, but soon enough, various acts driven by profit nearly destroyed the market.

For instance, some painted another race’s players black, pretending they were Black Race Players.

Or, they captured a Black Race Player and meticulously taught them how to escape before selling the Black Race Player to another player.

Once the deal was done, they would let the Black Race Player run back to them.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

It was a veritable money-making scheme that required no capital, and many players engaged in such practices, turning the desire of numerous players from wanting to own a Black Race Player as a battle pet to being reluctant to spend a large sum for a mere three-day trial card.

As the saying goes, chaos breeds heroes.

Prosperous times do not produce great men.

In the midst of the Black Race Players being bullied by everyone and the trading market nearly collapsing, a man known as Hadman stepped forward.

This man was a Black Race Player, a middle-aged man.

Upon witnessing the current plight and experiences of Black Race Players, he resolutely established the “Hadman Commerce”!

There was only one business operation:

Sale and leasing of Black Race youth players.

With the following guarantees—

1: Ensures no disabilities in limbs and a normal IQ.

2: Will be trained before delivery to ensure obedience to all the owner’s commands.

3: Includes after-sales service; if escape occurs within a year of purchase, compensation will be made at the original price.

Under these three guarantees!

Haddman’s “Hadman Commerce” nearly decimated those unprofessional traffickers with a dimensional strike, and the guaranteed retrieval service eliminated the last doubts in the minds of some players.

Thereafter, any player looking to buy a Black Race youth would head to “Hadman Commerce”!

As a result!

“Hadman Commerce” made a fortune overnight; although it still wasn’t the political body of Black Race Players, in the hearts of many players, “Hadman Commerce” had come to completely represent the Black Race Players.

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