Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 1638 - 1446: Struggle for the Vein (Two in One)

"How is that even possible? This is a goose that lays golden eggs, and you’re outsourcing it? Who are you trying to fool!"

Hu Le couldn’t believe it, not even a little bit. What kind of joke was this? The treasure here was so valuable—who in their right mind would willingly outsource it? fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Listen to yourself, like you’re actually worth deceiving!"

Su Ran had run out of patience, "Believe it or not, that’s up to you. I don’t have time to waste on your nonsense. Later!"

"Oh, by the way, just treat this place like your own home. Do whatever you want, no need to hold back!"

After saying this, Su Ran couldn’t even be bothered to kill the guy. He teleported away directly and returned to his territory to check on his clone.

For Su Ran, killing someone like Hu Le wouldn’t yield any benefits. Worse, it would deepen their grievances. It’d be like dealing with internet trolls who spare no effort in smearing him across the world chat and forums—talk about exhausting. Forget it. Better to let the guy fend for himself.

However, the warrior’s words did remind Su Ran of something—the value of this mining vein was no small matter. If word spread, it was sure to cause unnecessary trouble. Though this wasn’t something Su Ran himself needed to worry about, it was worth reminding Fiery Raindrops nonetheless.

After relaying this concern to Fiery Raindrops, Su Ran closed the chat window and pulled out the bone orb hidden within the Illusion Demon’s black robe.

"This... it’s really evolved into a ball, hasn’t it?"

Su Ran’s face darkened as he tossed the bone orb in his hand. This was miles away from what he had expected. Even if it couldn’t evolve into a ferocious beast, it should’ve at least turned into some kind of living creature, right?

The frustration was real. Turning into a ball? Come on. What was he supposed to do—use it as a bowling ball, throwing it at monsters? And what if it had a spinning effect? Would he need to fetch it afterwards? Talk about embarrassing...

Unwilling to give up, Su Ran checked the clone’s attributes one more time. But alas, everything was still marked with question marks, making him doubt whether the evolution was actually complete. If it wasn’t, then why had the black energy shell shattered?

So bizarre!

...

Demonic Treasure Mountain, inside the mountain’s belly.

"Damn you, Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained! I’ll make you regret this, I swear!"

Hu Le felt worse about Su Ran’s sudden departure than if he had been killed. This was an outright slap in the face!

"Unbelievable!"

Shaking with rage, Hu Le summoned the Pangolin again and roared, "Dig! Dig as hard as you can! Don’t stop until this entire mountain collapses!"

The Pangolin flinched at its master’s furious roar, giving him an uneasy glance before quickly scrambling up the wall and burrowing into the earth, disappearing within moments.

"This is just the beginning. The real drama starts next!"

Pushed to his breaking point, Hu Le’s fury twisted his mindset entirely. To him, if he couldn’t possess something, he’d rather destroy it. Even treasures weren’t exempt from such a fate!

He felt quite proud of the information he was about to spread. In his opinion, his exaggerations were masterfully crafted—almost too tempting to resist. The potential value of the mining vein, which he painted as practically rivaling a nation’s wealth, was enough to stir hearts and minds.

First, Hu Le posted the news on the world chat. Then, he mobilized his entourage to flood the forums with posts. Thanks to the speed of information spread these days, it wasn’t long before everyone knew about it.

As the saying goes, "humans will die for wealth, just as birds will perish for food." Many solo players couldn’t resist the allure—forming groups on their own and rushing madly toward Demonic Treasure Mountain.

Of course, the credibility of this kind of news wasn’t high. Who’d willingly make public such an invaluable mining vein unless they were out of their mind? But since Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained was somehow involved, the news carried weight. Even if people couldn’t gain anything major, taking a look or cashing in on some scraps was still worth it. Some even dreamed of snagging a share of the loot—that’d be the ultimate jackpot!

However.

When they arrived at Dark Swamp, they were greeted with an unexpected sight: Fiery Raindrops leading tens of thousands of troops, firmly stationed around the swamp’s perimeter, effectively screaming "DO NOT ENTER."

"Holy crap! There’s already a heavy guard stationed here. Looks like that mining vein info is legit!"

"Man, Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained is loaded! Who would’ve thought there was something this lucrative hidden in the mountain? So envious!"

"Weird. Why is Guild Leader Raindrops working so hard to back Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained? She doesn’t mind making enemies of the entire server? I bet they’ve got some, uh, *personal* history going on!"

"Makes sense. Even if there’s nothing between them, it’s clear the mining vein is tied to some kind of shared interest. Otherwise, why orchestrate such a massive defense this quickly? That kind of influence is insane!"

"I’m so jealous of him. Not just rich but seemingly lucky with the ladies too? If I had this kind of opportunity, I’d have already swept Fiery Raindrops off her feet. Keeping her around as untapped potential? What a waste!"

The players were stunned by the display before them. None of them dared to cross the line, instead beginning lively discussions in the outskirts of Dark Swamp. The atmosphere was surprisingly buzzing.

But the real victims were the poison corpse mosquitoes native to the swamp. Caught off guard by the sudden influx of people, they faced a catastrophic extermination. It’s just like that old saying: "Misfortune’s mother opens the door to misfortune itself—it’s a complete disaster!"

"All irrelevant individuals, leave immediately! This is not a place for you!"

Fiery Raindrops mounted her firebird and ascended into the air, her icy gaze sweeping over the crowd with unmistakable warning.

"Guild Leader Raindrops, I respect you as an admirable figure, which is why I’m calling you ’guild leader.’ But don’t get ahead of yourself! Dark Swamp is public territory—not your personal backyard!"