Central Hospital.

The night is like the sea, the moonlight like jade.

Lv Shu stands under the streetlight, his chest adorned with white layered collars, the embedded ruby red as blood. He adjusts his form-fitting vest uneasily, feeling uncomfortable in this aristocratic blood clan attire.

He thought the Central Hospital, as the site of antibodies, would be fraught with danger, but unexpectedly, upon arrival... he is met with a sea of people.

The hospital windows, main doors, back doors... contestants are pouring in. The scene is less apocalyptic, more like an overcrowded concert. The contestants of the Disciple Game number over a hundred million, even with parallel servers dividing them, roughly two to three thousand gather here once excluding those without combat power.

A white-haired youth grasps his hand and whispers: "I sense many powerful players here. Good man, perhaps we shouldn't get closer."

"I'm not going in, I'm waiting for someone," Lv Shu replies, "also a good man."

Xiao Lv's eyes widen: "To me, you are a good man, but you see others as good men too. Is he like us, with white hair and green eyes?"

Lv Shu pauses, showing a slight touch of embarrassment: "I haven't met him yet..."

The instance has been open for two days, and as a follower, he has yet to see anyone.

He looks up at the Central Hospital, puzzled as to why Dragon Emperor and Elf King and several other royals are hovering above, their forms like heavy mountains, faintly appearing in the night, seemingly awaiting someone, making those below tremble.

This moment, players turn and notice a formidable player team.

"Cross Judgement" Anthony leads the front, clad in gleaming gold armor, the breastplate engraved with solar patterns, the backplate with a blue moon, his wings black as ink trailing behind him, with sharp feathers distinct.

Behind follows Zhong Xi of the Snake Clan, carrying a heavy sniper rifle. Sean of the Hook Snake Clan, enveloped in light armor. And top-ranked Summoner Cen Xiu, Swordsman Wang Chaoze, Healer An Li, among others.

The players quieted down, recognizing these top-ranked players, though their appearances changed, identified through their weaponry.

"...It's Cross Judgement," Lv Shu hears someone beside him discussing. He turns, seeing Boris and Anger, these two eccentrics.

He furrows his brow, wondering how these two maniacs ended up together.

"Seems like quite a famous team, though I only know the Lighthouse Guild," Boris adjusts a few strands of dyed white hair: "They appear to have surfaced at the Dome, I remember them."

"And there is the Sky Alliance, another remarkable player team," Anger notes, eyeing another player team.

A buzz-cut strongman sits on a bench, beside him a hoop-skirt maiden under a parasol and a youth cleaning a sniper rifle. They lazily lean against the building, drumming their fingers intermittently.

"The Sky Alliance's Captain Rolga, You Min, Xi Hongzhi... wow, all top-ranked players," someone observes.

"Facsimile of the scene at the Eighth World Dome, top players gathered... it's thrilling, and this time we are witnessing it firsthand."

"Is that the renowned Holt Wizard Alliance over there..."

Lv Shu follows the voice and sees a team all clad in robes, holding various staffs, donning exquisite magic inscriptions.

Penelepoe with brown hair, ranked sixty-seventh among the top players. Huo Le with mid-length golden curls and fox-like eyes with tears at the ends, ranked thirty-ninth. Singer DeWitt with purple long hair, his attire immaculate, ranked thirty-sixth.

They all stand properly at the edge of the greenery, holding staffs, motionless, seemingly awaiting something.

World Tree Guild, Remote Control Army, Sword of Justice, Black Card Assassin...

Lv Shu knows little of these players, beyond Xiao Bi surfs the web and tells him they are quite impressive. But to ordinary players, these figures shine with a godlike aura.

"Who are they waiting for..." Lv Shu quietly watches, vaguely hypothesizing the answer.

They refrain from entering the hospital, perhaps... to let Su Ming'an go first? Not wanting to vie for his victory. Or merely waiting patiently?

However, the players' strength is too minuscule, under the looming gazes of these titans, they can do little.

...

[HP-11168! (Level Suppression! Combat Power Suppression! Critical Hit!)]

...

"Boom—!!!"

Scarlet digits surge forth, dozens of zombies lunging forward are shredded by spatial vibrations, blood splattering across the ground.

The white-haired youth retracts his hand, the palm lingers with brilliant Cross Light. These transparent and radiant lights cluster around him like elves.

Within his proximity, zombies collapse in a circle, blood splatters outward like a blood-red sun.

Hui Bei gazes at Su Ming'an in surprise, eyes afeared and astonished.

Spatial fluctuations gradually dissipate, Su Ming'an turns aside, the golden gleam in his eyes retracted, his boiling aura gradually descends, and his coats settle down.

"...Let's go, the path ahead is clear."

Along this journey, akin to a max-level player returning to the Newbie Village, Su Ming'an sweeps across the land.

Hui Bei moves her lips, seemingly wanting to speak, but after staring at Su Ming'an for a moment, opts for silence.

At two forty AM, the group reaches the hospital's outskirts, witnessing the throng of people.

Star Sea is low, thick clouds droop, several mist-shrouded mountains hang in the sky like a round moon inverted against the dome, vaguely visible are dragon horns tinged with golden and scarlet vertical pupils. Su Ming'an senses danger, raises a hand, signaling the trio to halt.

"Stay here, I'll go in alone," Su Ming'an says.

"Who are those people?" Xi Li asks, gazing at the massive figures in the night sky.

"Elf King Huan Jiala, and Dragon Emperor Ian, why do they awaken at this moment... Blood Prince Xi Ge has left Crescent Island, are they searching for someone..." Hui Bei murmurs, staring at the figures above.

Su Ming'an activates spatial concealment.

"Wait. Liujin, it's too risky alone..." Hui Bei reaches out but Su Ming'an has already proceeded.

Under invisibility, Su Ming'an strides directly toward the building.

...He knows these royals are undoubtedly searching for Olivius, but as long as he isn't discovered, he can safely enter the hospital.

A gust brushes by, Lv Shu raises his hand, a falling red maple leaf grazes his palm.

"..." He lifts his eyes, the night clouds churn upwards, the blue moon covered, as if all stars are about to fall.

The wind has risen.

Noel, seated on the third-floor terrace, swings transparent legs, his lower half still viscous and semi-liquid, cradling a cracked eggshell, nibbling like a biscuit.

Bei Wang, holding a Frost Staff, sits atop a treetop, lowering her witch-insignia-embroidered hat brim, while a crow restlessly caws on her shoulder.

Upon a high rise, Yi Song advances, nine large tails subtly swaying behind, squinting at the tumultuous night clouds, red-stained eye-tails like crimson blood.

"Hoo..."

The feather-light breeze flows among the crowd, Su Ming'an swiftly steps forward, clutching spatial vibration tightly, not raising his gaze to see the figures spanning the horizon, only focused ahead, silently traversing player after player.

Approaching the Central Hospital building.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...

People don't know who they are waiting for, just noting the royals above have yet to enter the hospital, hence silently waiting.

Until—a clap of thunder rang across the sky.

"Boom——!!"

White light, sharp as a blade, pierced the night, illuminating a dazzling majesty. A deep dragon roar resounded, like an earthquake, making every chest resonate.

"——Olivius, don't even think of running!!!!"

This cry was filled with blood and fury, saturated with the regret of long years. People's throats felt sweet, almost coughing up blood from the shock.

In the next instant, a pair of dark golden eyes suddenly opened in the night, like two radiant, opening suns. The massive dragon body appeared amidst the white blade lightning, like a continuous collapsed Cang Mountain.

"Holy crap, why did the Dragon Emperor suddenly move..." The players didn't expect the Dragon Emperor to act suddenly. Did he discover something?

Lv Shu's expression slightly changed, immediately realizing Su Ming'an was likely nearby. He instructed Xiao Lv to stay put while he dashed toward the building.

Noel also realized that the Royals might have discovered Su Ming'an and swiftly abandoned the eggshell, leaping down from the third floor.

Electric light, like silver snakes, wildly coiled under the extinguishing night. The giant dragon body alternated between light and darkness, appearing and disappearing.

"——Boom——Boom——Boom——!!"

Su Ming'an was the one affected the most by the impact. The massive sound waves rushed straight at him, white lightning flashing, illuminating the area he was in.

...Indeed, spatial concealment couldn't hide from the perception of these Royals.

"..."

He suddenly looked up, his pale cheeks illuminated by the white light, transparent as paper. His fiery golden eyes met the distant dark golden eyes in the sky, one lively and sharp, the other silent and heavy.

A gust of wind stirred.

The dragon claw lightly swayed, a storm arose, blowing his long white hair wildly.

The white robe fluttered backward, creating a roaring sound.

"——Olivius——finally found you——!"

The Dragon Emperor's roar resounded like a cry, though a furious roar, it sounded more like weeping.

Another brilliant lightning bolt struck down. Everyone closed their eyes, their pupils felt a sting, and when they reopened them, they experienced a brief blindness, unable to see what was happening around.

"Boom——!!!"

Amidst the thunder, Su Ming'an's vision remained normal. That brilliant lightning avoided him alone, ensuring others couldn't see what was happening.

Looking up, he saw between the vast Cang Mountain and the night sea, the Dragon Emperor's silver giant claw stretching toward him, its dark golden eyes burning with ancient flames, fixedly staring at him.

"Ian, calm down, I'll capture him."

Under the brilliant lightning, the Elf King, wearing a crystal crown, slightly lowered his silver eyes, his long white hair fluttering. He hadn't made any moves, yet wild silver-blue branches were reaching for Su Ming'an.

A sticky sensation came from beneath his feet. Su Ming'an lowered his eyes slightly, noticing the ground had unknowingly turned into a deep red sticky mire. Dozens of forest white bone claws grabbed his ankles and lower legs, seeming to drag him down.

In the distant sky, the Lord of the Undead stood, revealing only half of a forest white skull, a slender figure concealed beneath a wide black robe.

"He should come with me," the Lord of the Undead uttered an obscure voice.

"Ka, ka, kakkak——"

The bone claws gripped Su Ming'an's ankles, only to be torn apart by the branches sprouting nearby.

"What exactly did Olivius do to anger you so much..." Su Ming'an touched the spatial vibration. This situation was far beyond his expectations. Even if he explained that he's only Su Liujin and not Olivius, this group wouldn't believe him.

But as he stepped back, his mind suddenly flashed with fragmented scenes.

Continuous Cang Mountain, deep red strange birds, gods' demise, stars shattered... Scenes flashed by quickly before he could remember them, dissipating swiftly.

Then, a voice echoed in his mind.

Not just one voice, it was... thousands of voices. Old men, children, men, women, all shouting together, chanting, maniacally repeating... the same sentence.

Under the rolling night sea, clouds steam in the night, all beings silent, only he hears the resonance rolling, vibrating within him—

...

——First, Genesis, then erase.

——First, grant souls, then make them perish.

——First, destroy, then rebirth.

——First, obtain the soul's glory, then drive its life to extinction.

Longevity equal to the sky, eternal enjoyment.

Here, long happiness, chants for our Lord.

Prosperity enduring, blessings boundless.

Rivers don't turn, honor for ages.

Rivers don't turn, honor for ages.

Rivers don't turn, honor for ages.

...

Thunder resounding, heaven's majesty awe-inspiring.

"...!"

He pressed his heart.

...What is this saying? What is this... chanting?

The jellyfish Su Liujin from the seabed, how could he have such memories...?

At that moment, a wide pair of bat wings expanded, blocking his vision. A white-haired, red-eyed woman suddenly appeared before Su Ming'an.

She wore a blood-red dress, her skin pale as paper, tall and slender, with a noble and elegant demeanor.

Blood Prince, Xige.

She is the Divine Envoy of Abyss Lord Lai Tosi, the ruler of Crescent Island, the leader of the Blood Clan. During the War of Eden, she nearly cooperated with the Abyss Lord to kill the Third-level God, slaughtering millions, with an extremely cruel nature.

Rushing ahead of the Dragon Emperor and Elf King, she seized Su Ming'an's wrist, revealing a cold smile.

"...Olivius, you've finally appeared, letting us search for you so desperately." She stared at him, with a look almost wanting to eat him alive, her grip tightening:

"Did you enjoy writing the last book? You really thought if you finished writing the book, the Elf King and I would forget everything? You didn't expect us to remember you, even remember your scent, did you... you liar."

...The last book? What's this about.

Su Ming'an directly slapped her.

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