The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"Loss? Loss my ass!"

A solo player rolled his eyes, immediately opened his spatial inventory, and muttered as he rummaged through it: "These 'corpse sap' I got from killing zombies, I can't sell them, it's a waste to throw them away, but keeping them takes up space and is disgusting. If I don't use them now, when will I?"

A player next to him shared the same sentiment and slapped his thigh in agreement.

"Yeah! I still have a few packets of 'Manticore Poison Powder' here. Besides making a few low-level traps, it's completely useless! Am I just going to let it mold?"

"Damn, now that you mention it, I remember! I still have some 'swamp toad venom glands' left over from the last mission. Even dogs hate that stuff!"

More importantly, an elite guild player revealed the secret in a single sentence.

"What are you all thinking! This is an event! Do you understand what an event is?!"

He shouted, "The system announcement said that rewards are calculated based on contribution! I can get event points just by throwing away a bottle of worthless trash poison."

"With points, what can't you redeem for?!"

"To exchange poison that we have no use for resources we desperately need—do we even need to do the math?!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Then came a chorus of exclamations of sudden realization.

"Holy crap! Yeah, that's right!"

"How could I have forgotten about that! Contribution points!"

"Damn it, I almost got fooled by the boss! This boss even knows how to use PUA!"

"Brothers, stop hiding it! It's a clearance sale! The more you throw away, the more rewards you get!"

The course of events took a completely unexpected turn, deviating entirely from her script in a way that the forest could not comprehend.

Her psychological suggestion, based on life instinct, was extremely fragile in the face of the players' deeply ingrained "game mentality."

"All of you, get up here!"

One player took the lead and forcefully threw an entire bag of powder emitting green smoke into the lake.

"Thump—!"

It was as if it were a signal.

The next second, countless players simultaneously activated their spatial source weapons.

Without hesitation, they pulled out countless bottles, jars, paper bags, and cloth bags, tracing parabolic arcs as they eagerly smashed them into the center of the lake.

Black, purple, green, yellow...

Liquids and powders of various colors intertwined in the air to form a bizarre picture before pouring into the deep green lake.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

The lake water, which was originally crystal clear and full of life energy, became turbid and viscous within seconds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The deep green was quickly replaced by a filthy blackish-brown, and even nauseating colored bubbles began to rise on the surface of the lake, emitting an indescribable stench.

"roar--!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the giant tree in the center of the lake!

It was filled with pure pain and resentment.

This lake, originally a life-giving pool from which the forest draws its nutrients, is clean and pure, untouched by any pollution.

But now, it has become full of filth.

The forest screamed, and the giant tree itself trembled.

The emerald green sheen of the giant tree's bark quickly dimmed, and large swaths of leaves began to wither, curl, and fall off as if scorched by fire, turning to ashes in mid-air.

The life force of the entire forest weakened at that moment.

However, it is merely a decline.

After all, it is a king-level life form, and the strength of its life force is far beyond that of a lord-level life form.

This mixed venom, powerful enough to kill thousands of soldiers, only severely weakened her, but was not fatal.

A few seconds later, the giant tree's roar stopped.

Forest's voice, weak yet tinged with a mixture of relief and resentment, rang out once more.

"Hahaha...hahahaha!"

"I gave you a chance, but you...were still no match for me!"

"Is that all? I'm so disappointed."

"In that case, then leave them all here... to nourish my recovery!"

Before the words were even finished, the enormous tree canopy suddenly trembled!

This time, it wasn't just leaves that fell.

There were also countless thick, huge tree branches that had turned yellow and withered!

As these branches fell, they made a "crackling" sound as they fell, and their shapes expanded and twisted rapidly, transforming into giants of dead wood that were several times larger than any of the tree spirits before them!

The enormous monsters, twisted from withered yellow tree branches, landed with a dull thud, causing the entire ground to tremble.

Their bodies were several times larger than the previous tree spirits, and although their movements were slow, every step they took carried an unparalleled sense of oppression.

A shield warrior player who reacted a little slower had just raised his shield when he was struck directly by a giant, fan-like hand from a withered tree.

"Bang--!"

The man and shield were instantly smashed into a pile of minced meat, then turned into a dissipating white light.

The terrifying power sent a chill down the spines of all the players.

"We can't hold on any longer! We can't break through this thing at all!"

"It's all pointless waste."

The players' lines collapsed faster and more completely than before under the onslaught of these withered giants.

However, amidst this apocalyptic chaos, a dozen consecutive streaks of white light flashed without warning at the edge of the battlefield.

A new player has been teleported in.

"Another newbie coming to die?" A player who was fleeing for his life glanced back subconsciously and muttered desperately.

But the next second, he realized something was wrong.

Unlike the others, these new players did not scatter and flee, nor did they stand still to observe the situation.

The group of more than a dozen people quickly assembled after landing, their movements were perfectly synchronized, and they were so calm that they didn't seem to be facing a battle they were certain to die in.

The leader was a middle-aged man who wore glasses and looked refined. He wasn't even wearing combat gear, just a regular field research outfit.

He adjusted his glasses, glanced at the chaotic battlefield, and then spoke in a clear and steady voice.

The voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's telepathic communication channels.

"Excuse me, we are government officials."

One sentence brought countless fleeing players to a halt.

official?

"Even if they are officials, what's the use of sending so few?!"

But in the crowd, a sharp-eyed player froze after recognizing the face of the middle-aged man in the lead, almost dropping the Origin Weapon in his hand.

He exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap! Professor Chen... Professor Chen?! The Chinese botanist?!"

"That's the national treasure-level expert who's always on TV explaining mutant plants?!"

The name alone caused an instant sensation among players.

Many people looked back with skepticism, but when they saw the face that had appeared countless times in news and science programs, everyone was stunned.