278: Chapter 278 I'm very disappointed in you!

The pressure descending from the firmament was not a physical weight, but an absolute suppression that reached straight to the source of the soul.

It was formless and intangible, yet heavier than ten thousand mountains.

It was cold, deathly silent, and filled with the utter indifference of a higher life form toward lower beings.

It was as if proclaiming an eternal truth—before the Monarch of Death, all the dead are but dust.

Hum!

Outside the West Gate of Thousand Light City, everything seemed to come to a standstill.

Immediately after, a scene occurred that made the eyeballs of all players nearly explode.

"Ka... Kada..."

The crisp sound of bone grinding against bone was exceptionally clear at this moment.

That Red-Scarfed Skeleton, coveted by countless players and thought to be the "Undead General," dropped the bone blade in its hand and slowly, stiffly... knelt down in one direction.

Not on one knee, but prostrating itself entirely, its skull buried deep in the mud as if performing the most humble worship.

One, two, ten, hundreds...

Like a falling row of dominoes, a chain reaction swept across the entire battlefield.

Those Skeleton Soldiers holding broken spears, those wraiths floating in mid-air, those Undead Knights wielding scythes...

All the various forms of undead creatures, no matter how fearless they had been before, seemed to hear an absolute decree from the depths of their souls at this moment.

They threw down their weapons, gave up resistance, and knelt on the ground in unison toward the same direction.

The dense black mass formed a scene that could be called a miracle.

Most shocking of all was the [Stitched Abomination] that was currently slaughtering its way through the crowd of players.

This behemoth over five meters tall had just swatted away seven or eight players with a single slap, looking quite majestic.

But the moment that pressure descended, its massive body trembled violently, and the countless stitched faces on its body simultaneously showed expressions of extreme terror.

It clumsily turned around to face that direction, its heavy knees hitting the ground with a "thud," kicking up a large cloud of dust.

Then, its entire body flattened out, its giant head pressed tightly against the ground, shivering.

Like a pet dog that had done something wrong and was waiting for its master's punishment.

The battlefield, which had been chaotic and bustling with noise just moments ago, now only had the sound of the wind and the heavy, disbelieving gasps of tens of thousands of players.

Everyone's gaze slowly moved upward, following the direction in which the thousands of undead were worshiping.

High in the sky.

A figure floated quietly.

The black [moyuan star river robe] fluttered slightly in the wind, with specks of starlight flowing over it as if he were wearing a condensed night sky.

He didn't emit any world-shaking aura; he just stood there quietly as if he had existed there since ancient times.

Yet everyone present, whether players or NPCs, clearly knew that the terrifying pressure making all spirits submit and the world lose its color originated from him.

Chen You!

"Holy... shit..."

A Thief player's mouth opened wide enough to fit a goose egg, and he forgot to hold the dagger in his hand, which fell to the ground with a clang.

The entire West Gate battlefield, with its ten thousand players, was pin-drop silent.

After a brief, deathly silence, uncontrollable exclamations erupted from the crowd.

"God You is here!"

"It's Big Shot Chen You!"

"My god... this... what kind of power is this?"

They wasn't that they hadn't seen experts insta-kill bosses before.

But when had they ever seen a scene where the entire Scourge Legion knelt and surrendered en masse?

What was this? A miracle?

Or rather... was this not a monster siege at all, but this big shot's private guard having a team-building event?

Under the gaze of countless eyes mixed with shock, worship, confusion, and fear, Chen You slowly descended into the center of the battlefield.

He looked around at the battlefield that had fallen into absolute stillness because of him; his brow, instead of relaxing, furrowed even deeper.

He sighed softly; the sound wasn't loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Monsters... aren't supposed to be fought like this..."

This nonsensical sentence left all the players stunned.

Immediately after, Chen You began another round of his "PUA."

"Look at you all, what do you think you look like?"

His voice carried a strong sense of resentment that iron cannot become steel, much like a department manager who finally couldn't help but explode after seeing a team project turned into a mess.

"Ten thousand people fighting a few thousand remnants, and you turned it into a world war?"

"Have you no shame?"

"That Stitched Abomination, a Level 40 Elite, has area-of-effect slow and venom spit; it's a natural tank and crowd-control unit."

"Instead of focusing fire to insta-kill it, you walked around it? Did you think it was too ugly?"

"It gives the most experience! Experience, do you understand? Does experience have a concept of beauty or ugliness?"

"And you!" Chen You pointed casually at a Berserker squad that had been PK-ing someone just moments ago.

"Did you carve the word 'God' on it? Why didn't you carve a QR code on it too? Do we have to scan and pay before we can hit it?"

The entire squad that was pointed at turned beet red, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into.

"The most ridiculous ones are you!" Chen You's gaze landed on a group of Paladins.

"Surrounding a lame skeleton, studying it for half a day, and even trying to talk to it?"

"It's an undead, not your long-lost great-uncle! Its leg is lame because it got squeezed in the Spatial Rift!"

"Was your head squeezed too?!"

The Paladin made a "pfft" sound, feeling as if an arrow had pierced his heart, his face turning pale.

Chen You shook his head in distress, wearing an expression of "this is really too hard for me."

"You still want Divine Artifact Blueprints? With your chaotic behavior, even the Undead General would be so scared he'd flee overnight carrying a train!"

"He's afraid you'll start fighting over the loot and end up leaving him aside to die of sheer awkwardness!"

The players: "..."

Although it sounded ridiculous, when they thought about it carefully, it seemed... there really was such a possibility.

Countless players lowered their heads in shame.

They had been blinded by the words "Divine Artifact Blueprint," completely forgetting that this was a team-based city defense event.

Now that Chen You had pointed it out, they realized how foolish and laughable their previous actions were.

"Now, it's all gone."

Chen You shrugged, his tone filled with disappointment.

"I gave you the chance. It's you guys who are useless."

At this moment, the slight dissatisfaction the players felt from being scolded completely vanished, replaced by endless regret and shame.

Yeah, the big shot was clearly doing it for our own good, but we were blinded by greed and messed things up ourselves.

Seeing the regretful expressions on the players' faces, Chen You chuckled inwardly.

Successfully hoodwinked them; that's good.

"Alright, stop dazing off."

He raised his hand and pointed at the army of undead kneeling motionless on the ground.

"Hurry up and clear the mobs. Are you saving them for the New Year?"