INICIAR SESIÓN[Server-Wide Announcement: Survivor count has dropped below 100,000]It hadn't even been ten minutes since the Pale Kin arrived. The two Level 6 Pale Warriors moved like a pair of erasers, wiping out living lives silently and efficiently wherever they passed.The survivor count had plunged from 180,000 to just 100,000....Crucible City, West District, the Rose Society's camp.The area had turned into an absolute slaughterhouse. Fire lit up the sky, thick smoke billowed everywhere, and the air reeked of scorched flesh and nauseating blood."Aaaah! Help me! Scarlett, help!!""Stay back! Devil! Stay away from me!!"On the internal comm channel, voices that had once been lively and bright now dissolved into gut-wrenching screams and dying wails.Scarlett, the Rose Society's guild leader, drove her prized Level 6 red Ferrari heavy-combat sports car in a mad weave through the ruins. Through the rearview mirror, she caught a sight that shattered her heart.The Level 6 Pale Warrior
"There's more — my other theory was right too."Its precognition only picks up on 'targeted malice.' As long as an attack isn't aimed at it specifically, or comes from the 'environment,' its sense fails to trigger."Just as Desmond was explaining, his body suddenly went rigid.Crack, crack.His joints let out a rusty-hinge kind of creak. His fingers... felt numb. And not just his fingers — his neck, his arms and his legs were all going numb at an alarming rate, growing stiff and unresponsive."Ah, damn it..."Desmond let out a bitter laugh.[Teleport Scroll Side Effect: Marionette Syndrome.][Effect: Over the next 12 hours, the user's joints will gradually stiffen like a wooden puppet's, rendering all physical movement impossible.]The side effect had kicked in. Turning into a wooden puppet in the middle of a battlefield like this was basically the same as being dead already."Jake, my friend... it's all on you from here."While he could still move at all, Desmond sent Jake
"Yes, sir!"Without a moment's hesitation, Greta slammed down the red launch button the instant she heard the order.Whoosh! Whoosh!The two tactical missiles, already locked onto Desmond's vehicle, launched vertically off the roof rack with an ear-splitting whine and shot skyward toward Desmond's truck.At the same time, the Pale Warrior had already arrived. The spear in its grip carried the momentum of pure annihilation as it swung down hard onto the heavy truck's armor.Unlike the Level 5 vehicle it had cut through earlier, the spear seemed to meet some resistance against this truck's 800 points of physical defense. Resistance, of course, was all it was. The pale spear sheared straight through the armor plating, swinging on toward Desmond's position.In that split-second window between life and death, Desmond silently thought a single word, 'Teleport!'Buzz! Space warped, and his figure vanished into thin air.An instant later — squelch! — the Pale Warrior's spear tore thr
Crucible City, East District."Warning! Left formation collapsed!""Warning! Third wave wiped out, signal lost!"Inside the Level 6 heavy truck, alarms blared one after another. But amid all the noise, Desmond sat calmly in the command chair. On the wall of monitors in front of him, twenty-five drone feeds played in sync. On one, the Level 6 Pale Warrior sliced through a Level 5 tank's armor as easily as cutting tofu, dragged the driver out, and stomped his head to pulp.Brutal, bloody, and efficient. It was the perfect biological weapon.The pale figure reflected in Desmond's pupils, while his mind ran like an overclocked quantum computer, breaking down and analyzing every frame in a frenzy."Extremely high physical defense, immune to conventional firearms, can even catch an RPG bare-handed..."Speed breaking the sound barrier, generating a sonic shockwave cloud when moving — meaning any predictive shot would need an enormous lead..."Its weapon is indestructible, and..."D
Their view went from the chaotic glow of fire to a stretch of dead, silent darkness. The whole truck had simply been swallowed by the earth, vanishing entirely beneath the surface....Inside the Level 6 motorhome.The chaos and screaming outside were shut out completely by the thick Hyperalloy plating. On the central console screen, the footage played out in real time — Danny's pickup being swallowed by the ground."Boss, it's done." Vera stood in the middle of the command room, holding the ancient-looking Terra Staff. "I buried them ten meters underground — the safest depth. They won't get caught up in the fighting above, and they won't suffocate anytime soon either." She wiped away some sweat and glanced over at Jake, seated on the sofa, giving him a hopeful little wink, as if fishing for credit. "Once this is all over, we dig them back out. Two perfectly good laborers, good as new."Jake didn't take his eyes off the screen, just gave a small nod. "Good work. Those two are
Despair.Utter despair.Screams, sobbing, explosions, all tangled together...It was too strong. This wasn't even a fight on the same dimension. Vehicles crumpled like paper, heavy weapons might as well have been toys, and even running away had become a luxury.In the distance, a battered Level 4 pickup truck was reversing frantically, tires screeching against the asphalt.Behind the wheel, Danny was drenched in sweat, his hands shaking on the steering wheel like he had Parkinson's. "Oh my god! Oh my sweet mother! What in the hell is that thing?!"He'd just watched, with his own eyes, that monster punch a spear clean through a Level 5 tank he used to envy — a Level 5 tank! Not some soda can!"No time to talk! Shift gears! Floor it!!" In the passenger seat, Howard, face bloodless, slapped Danny's thigh. "That ugly thing's looking this way! Go, go! East District! Find Jake!"In Howard's personal system of belief, if there was anyone in this world who could survive an encounter







