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Real world, Qinling Command Center.

Alarms rang through the night sky.

Director Li Guoan stood by the command vehicle, his hand tightly clutching the walkie-talkie, his gaze fixed on the massive vortex forming in mid-air.

"Attention all units, target energy signature has reached Level 60 Lord standards!" Sun Feng's voice roared over the communication channel.

From the vortex, an Abyssal Demonic Dragon over a hundred meters long poked out its hideous head.

Dark red scales burned with hellfire, and its massive vertical pupils scanned the White Jade Capital below. It opened its bloody maw, preparing to breathe dragon breath.

Just then.

A black shadow soared into the sky from the center of the White Jade Capital, moving so fast it left an afterimage in the night sky.

It was the clone, Chen You.

He was expressionless, his eyes as cold as ice.

He stepped through the air, facing the mountain-sized Abyssal Demonic Dragon, his right hand gripping empty air.

jade brilliance appeared in his hand.

Without any wasted movement, the Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Art within him circulated wildly.

Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique, First Form: Startled Swan.

Shua!

No complex sword moves appeared in the night sky, only a hair-thin aurora.

As the aurora flashed by, the world seemed to come to a standstill.

It wasn't a simple strike; in the time the aurora flashed, over a dozen hits had landed.

The dragon breath in the Abyssal Demonic Dragon's throat got stuck, and a hint of human-like bewilderment flashed in its massive vertical pupils.

The next second.

A straight line of blood extended from the dragon's brow all the way to its tail.

With a dull thud.

The hundred-meter-long dragon body split neatly in two in mid-air.

Instant kill.

From the clone taking flight to the dragon being split in two, the entire process took less than three seconds.

On the plaza, five thousand members of the Garrison Army held their rifles, silent.

...

Cosmic Origin Center Guild Plaza.

Thousands of Big-Eye Tribe players looked up, their massive single eyes reflecting the pitch-black throne high in the sky.

On the throne, Chen You rested his chin on one hand, looking down.

He didn't move.

But the power of RMB had already begun to manifest in every aspect.

A ring of deep purple flames suddenly ignited in the void beneath his feet.

The flames had no temperature, yet they exuded a bone-chilling cold that could freeze the soul.

Fine stardust slowly rotated around Chen You's body.

This stardust looked beautiful, but it was actually highly concentrated destructive energy.

Crackle!

Dark purple arcs of electricity leaped wildly between the gaps of Chen You's hideous Shadow Armor.

With every flash of electricity, a low, resonant dragon roar echoed in the air.

The sound waves turned into physical ripples, causing the translucent bubble-like outer walls of the guild buildings below to distort violently, as if they would burst at any moment.

That wasn't all.

The most lethal part was the [Abyssal Gaze] aura.

In the void behind Chen You, a blurry phantom dozens of meters tall emerged.

It was a giant single eye that occupied half the sky.

This single eye had no pupil, only an endless abyss and indifference, staring fixedly at everyone below.

The plaza erupted in chaos.

"Fuck! How does he have a single eye too?"

"Is this a fucking guild BOSS? This is clearly one of our Big-Eye Tribe's ancient ancestors risen from the grave!"

"Look at those special effects! Just that ring of purple fire—we couldn't afford it even if we sold our entire guild!"

The Vice Guild Leader "Big-Eye Moe Girl" swallowed hard, raising her wooden staff, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"Don't... don't panic! No matter how cool his effects are, he's just a system mob in the end!"

"Everyone, follow my lead! Mages, prepare to focus fire; Priests, pre-cast heals; Shield Warriors... forget it, those with high HP, go up and tank a few hits!"

A few brave Big-Eye Tribe players charged forward with a roar.

Chen You sat on his throne, the corner of his mouth twitching under his mask.

He didn't even lift a finger; with a mere thought, he fully activated his domain.

Buzz—

[Monarch's Majesty] descended.

All attributes were instantly suppressed by 15%.

[Soul Wither] took effect.

This was the true god-tier field-clearing skill.

Within the domain, the energy values of all hostile targets began to drain at a terrifying rate of 5% per second.

"Vice Leader! My mana bar is leaking!"

"Mine too! Priest, quick, use a mana recovery spell!"

"Recover my ass! My mana pool is zeroed out; I can't even squeeze out a fart right now!"

In just twenty seconds.

The thousands of Big-Eye Tribe players across the plaza collectively became useless people with zero mana.

Mages used their staves as walking sticks, while Priests clutched their holy scriptures, questioning their existence.

"It's time to end this."

Chen You slowly stood up.

Drawing the Shadow Greatsword that came with the Monarch Incarnation, he made a light slash toward the crowd below.

The movement was as casual as brushing dust off his clothes.

Buzz!

A hundred-meter-long dark purple sword qi condensed out of thin air.

The sword qi tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom, like a bolt of purple lightning, striking directly at the guild hall of the Cosmic Origin Center.

Boom!

The sword qi sliced through the hall's roof like rotten wood, splitting it in two.

Violent energy exploded on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

The dozens of Big-Eye Tribe players within the sword qi's range didn't even have time to scream before they instantly vanished into white light.

Instant kill.

Absolute numerical suppression.

The remaining players looked at the huge trench, over ten meters deep, and completely broke down.

"Run!"

Someone shouted.

Hundreds of Big-Eye Tribe players dropped their weapons and ran frantically toward the edge of the territory on their short legs.

However, within the Shadow Monarch's domain, all teleportation was disabled; how far could they get on foot?

As the sword light swept past, they didn't even have time to scream before their health bars were instantly emptied.

"-358,000!"

"-362,000!"

A dense cluster of terrifying damage numbers rose in the darkness.

For the Big-Eye Tribe players, whose health was generally only twenty to thirty thousand, this damage overflow was atrocious.

In less than ten seconds.

The thousands of players on the plaza collectively turned into white light, leaving no bodies behind as they were sent directly back to the respawn point.

The once noisy guild territory was now deathly silent.

Chen You sat back on his throne, looked at the empty plaza below, and clapped his hands.

"That really was simple."

[System Notification: You have successfully killed all defensive forces of the "Cosmic Origin Center" guild.]

[Luck Harvest conditions met.]

[Stripping target guild's Civilization Luck...]

The cold mechanical voice echoed in Chen You's ears.

The Big-Eye Tribe's guild hall, altar, teleportation array, and even the weeds in the cracks of the floor tiles began to emit wisps of golden light.

These golden threads seemed alive, weaving and gathering in mid-air, finally forming a surging golden river that flowed continuously into Chen You's palm.

Chen You felt an indescribable warmth spreading from his arm throughout his body.

[Stripping Progress: 10%... 50%... 100%]

[Stripping complete.]

[You have obtained: Guild Honor × 10,000]

[You have obtained: Civilization Luck Points × 500]

[You have obtained: Civilization Data Interface × 1]