The Two-headed Giant Chief, Aite, has left.

Silently, he prepared to return to the Broken Star Plane through the space rift he came from.

He embarked on a journey that belonged solely to him.

This time, he had no help, nor perhaps did he need it.

With a Level 14, 5-star Potential, he was no longer that weak, humble existence who hadn't yet transformed into a Hero.

Now, even in the history of the Broken Star Plane, he ranked as a formidable expert.

At this moment, past memories quietly resurfaced.

He once lived a stable, calm, and happy life.

On ordinary days, he hunted fierce beasts in the Wilderness, honed his skills, and patrolled the territory with his clan to quell sudden dangers.

With fervent passion, he accumulated high prestige among his clansmen, just waiting for his father to step down from the throne, so he could wear the Crown and lead the Red Stone Tribe forward.

But all of that was shattered by that despicable traitor.

He was the eldest son of a great family in the Red Stone Tribe. Seeing his extraordinary Talent, his father cherished him in his heart and took him in as a disciple, teaching him day and night.

That traitor was absolutely a genius among Ogres, his prowess always a cut above others, even defeating many seasoned Warriors.

He was the first of the younger generation to ascend to Hero status!

In comparison, he seemed so dim.

When the traitor broke through to Level 13 and became a strong figure like his father, everything reached its peak.

He ceased to be respectful, no longer humble, and began to reveal his ambition and fangs, openly inserting his own people into the tribe and challenging the tribe's King.

Yet his father did not mind much, still treating him as a disciple to be taught, out of their more than a decade-long bond.

Finally, once the wolf grew up, it began to want to seize the leadership of the wolf pack.

His father was killed by the traitor's sneak attack!!

This was what angered him the most!

Ogres always respected strength, even if that mongrel defeated his father in the arena and won the throne, he wouldn't harbor such hatred.

The traitor used the most despicable sneak attack to kill the teacher who taught him for over ten years!

No mercy whatsoever!!

After succeeding, he even sent troops to drive him to a dead end!!

After his stable life was destroyed, he realized that without power, he was like a fragile mirror, unable to withstand any collision.

Weakness is the original sin.

The survival of the fittest is the most fundamental rule of this world!

The moment he fell into the Abyss, his heart had already been consumed by despair.

Yet he never expected that all this would lead to his rebirth!!

Gazing at the space before and around him, which appeared no different yet subtly fluctuated in perception, Aite took a deep breath and stepped into it.

The next moment, his body seemed to vanish abruptly, as if covered by something.

When he appeared again, he was already at the bottom of a pitch-black valley.

Turning to look, he found rocks all around.

Beneath his feet, large patches of white bones were scattered messily, extending directly to the edge area hundreds of meters away.

Slightly raising his head, a thousand-meter-high cliff stood before him.

At the top zone, a frenzy of magic-powered black fog lingered, as if a violent wind was churning inside.

The entire cliff was as smooth as a knife blade, with no visible protrusions.

The Forbidden Land of Death, he has returned!

This is a forbidden land because no one who falls has ever survived.

His survival was purely a stroke of luck.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the cliff which was impossible to climb with bare hands, showing a complex expression.

If it were before, just the thousand-meter-high steep cliff was an insurmountable abyss.

But now...

The mechanical limbs behind him suddenly extended, clanging, directly inserted underground, lifting his body high.

Crack~crack~

The mechanical limbs, as agile as octopus tentacles, moved forward, violently crushing the white bones on the way, reaching the foot of the mountain and climbing directly onto the rock face.

Bang~crack~

Every swing of the mechanical limbs deeply penetrated the rock, then walked like a spider on the smooth cliff.

This scene was quite astonishing to behold.

At the top of the cliff, over a hundred Two-headed Ogres were stationed.

After dinner, they gathered in groups of three or four.

The leading Ogre looked somewhat displeased at the seven or eight subordinates beside him.

"Those damned mongrels, saying to guard against residuals rebirth... This place is a forbidden zone! Land of Death!"

"For thousands of years, no life has ever climbed out from here."

"How could that remnant possibly still be alive... They're just dissatisfied we didn't side with the new King quickly enough, using it as an excuse to exile us."

Several subordinates nodded in agreement.

"Yes, those rebellious mongrels truly deserve to die!"

"Ah, if we hadn't insisted on not flattering those people... we wouldn't be so miserable now."

"If the old King were alive, how could he have us guarding the forbidden area..."

Each generation has its royal and its minister; as the old King's subordinates, they were unceremoniously removed from their original positions and stationed in this desolate place.

Their original positions had already been replaced by loyalists to the new King.

It's impossible not to be discontent at heart.

As they spoke, expressions of darkness washed over their faces.

Regrettably, there's no way to restore the past...

The only Prince of the Red Stone Tribe had already fallen into the Abyss, how could anyone resist the new King!

And word has it the opposing party has now risen to Level 14... an undisputed top-tier Hero.

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