Chapter 1241 - 1240: My Name Is Guang Gāng Gāng
In God’s Edge State, there was a desolate wasteland that seemed scorched by fire long ago, leaving the ground barren without a blade of grass, surrounded by desolate rocks and hills—a place of utter desolation.
And at one corner of the Border State, there was a towering rock mountain at the base of which lay a camp. This camp hosted a force of roughly a thousand Divine Weapons.
Yusuf Zuck and some thirty others were brought into this camp, where they received their tasks for the next thirty thousand years.
What was the task, you ask? There were tunnels inside the mountain, which led down to many corridors, and at the deepest parts of these corridors lay scattered Spirit Stones!
Of course, Spirit Stones weren’t simply lying around to be picked up; they needed to be mined, an affair even more exhausting than coal mining, because one had to keep digging forward and searching for Spirit Stones in the unearthed dirt. The quota was one per person per day, to be handed in every three days!
Furthermore, before they descended into the tunnels, all personal belongings were confiscated: Space Rings, Qiankun Bags, Space Bracelets or belts, and so on—everything was searched thoroughly, down to changing their clothes for those of slaves. Then they were given a shovel and a basket, and sent straight to work!
As for food?
None!
Drinks?
Also none!
Because divine beings don’t die of hunger; they wouldn’t perish even without a drop of water or a bite of food for thirty thousand years. Of course, they might die of exhaustion, but definitely not of starvation!