Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 459: Chapter 205: After the Game Servers Shut Down, What Becomes of the NPCs? (Part 3)

The disappearance of the God of Space made these once seemingly omnipotent powerful priests into a group of useless beings.

A treasure mountain, unable to enter.

Only holding golden kitchenware and a locked warehouse of food, to starve to death.

In despair, Daisi·Space-Time Storm watched as one companion after another fell due to the exhaustion of their lifespan, sat in meditation because they lacked breakthrough elixirs, died due to severe injuries.

The Longevity Pills and Breakthrough Stones, once as if free for the taking, are now completely non-renewable resources.

She frantically researched cultivation techniques that could extend life, trying to decipher the secrets of Longevity Pills.

But in the end, it was all in vain.

"Hold on, hold on for a while longer! Our master will definitely return! Definitely!"

Daisi·Space-Time Storm grasped the withered hand of a companion, placing the last remaining spirit stone in his palm, tears continuously falling to the ground.

She had lost count of how many companions she had said these words to.

Too many, even she herself could not remember.

The old man lying in the Divine Hall, held by Daisi’s right hand, was once one of the most powerful warriors under the God of Space, tall, majestic, and charming.

But now, he seemed withered like any old man near death, his hair entirely white.

The body that could once shatter a Near-God Powerhouse with a raise of the hand, now emaciated due to lack of sufficient spiritual qi, even those starlike eyes had become cloudy.

"I... believe... there will be... this day." He said with a smile.

Just like the flourishing youth of the past.

Standing in front of the pitch-black alchemy furnace, Godslayer Des recalled the night the last companion fell when his lifespan ended.

Tears blurred her vision, making everything in front seem unclear.

In the unseen world, it was as if a group of powerful followers were excitedly waving at her, cheering for the breakthrough of the High Priest.

Des recalled the actions of the God of Space and awkwardly imitated them, gently waving her hand beside the alchemy furnace.

Suddenly, a familiar translucent screen jumped.

Listed above were countless precious potion and elixir recipes, blank production lines available for allocation, massive amounts of precious herbs available for use.

She slowly extended her finger and pointed at the words "Longevity Pill."

In an instant, the alchemy furnace that had been dormant for nearly twenty thousand years flared up, the herbs in the warehouse appeared in the hearth, only lacking an alchemist to start refining.

Everything, just like the Mythical Era.

Joyful laughter, as if just yesterday.

"Longevity Pill... Longevity Pill!!!"

In this moment, the Demon Cultivation Ancestor, Godslayer Des, seen as an unforgivable evil by the outside world, suddenly broke down in tears.

The images and likenesses of past companions disappearing before her eyes, the game panel’s prompt pulling her back from past illusions to reality.

"Twenty thousand years, I finally activated this damned alchemy furnace, once again received news of my master."

"But you all have long turned into a handful of dust... buried in this deep sea, never able to reunite with our master..."

"But why... clearly it was I who created the original cultivation method, these self-proclaimed Immortal Gods, took from what was readily available, vile beasts comfortably living in the Upper Realm in peaceful immortality, calling me an evil Demon Cultivator!"

"What right do they have! What right!"

"All go to hell!"

"Every living being in this world, must die!"