New Korea, 2087.
The broadcast of a Celestial Sect's Spirit Pill Farmer begins.
“The Spirit Pill Farmer's Elixir is mine.”
“How dare you block a 3rd-stage Great Lord? If our Spirit Pill Farmer gets hurt, you're dead.”
“Get out of my way.”
“Die.”
“No... there are too many of them, so please, stop fighting...”
“Ah... they're bleeding. You bastards.”