"Holy shit, that’s Money Traveler!" Stewart blurted out.
"Hey, knock it off. Orson’s here—don’t call guild master. I’m just a glorified workhorse," Bradley shot back, scowling.
Orson found it pretty amusing. Bradley’s face was still that chubby, square shape, but now topped with an odd ss of silver hair. His build was a lot bigger too, more like his ga avatar. Clearly, Bradley—the world’s biggest henpecked husband—had wanted to keep his Infinite Dinsions physique. So when the system fused their forms, it mashed together his real body and his in-ga one into this new look.
The others mostly stuck to their real-life appearances, just like Orson, confident enough not to hide behind avatars.
"Are you an idiot? You’ve got a spatial pouch—just stuff the damn car in there!" Madman couldn’t help ribbing him.
Shing!
The words had barely left his mouth when an arrow zipped past Madman’s cheek and slamd into the doorfra.
The one who fired it was none other than Bradley’s wife, Vanessa.
Under relentless nagging, Vanessa had finally made a ga character too, but it was obvious she hadn’t played much—only level thirteen.
"Anyone tries to bully him, they’ll have to get through first!" Vanessa scoffed, raising her low-level bow, eyes icy as she stared Madman down.
Nobody dared crack another joke. They all looked at each other, wide-eyed.
Bully Money Traveler? What kind of logic was that?
He was the one with a dragon lord mount, the Godslayer guild master, an S-rank elental class, the Thousand n Killer Money Traveler. Who would even try to pick on him? What a joke.
Bradley shot Madman a desperate look, silently mouthing, "Don’t you dare. Her temper’s no joke..."
"Uh, hey there." Madman backed down imdiately, scratching his head, mumbling an awkward apology. Joking around with brothers was a habit, after all.
"Even as a joke, it’s not funny. Anyone who crosses him will have to deal with ," Vanessa huffed, while Bradley tried to soothe her with a goofy grin, terrified of stressing her during pregnancy.
"That’s right, keep him firmly under control or he’ll get way too full of himself," Ruby chid in, twisting Madman’s ear.
"Oh, so you’re Ruby’s boyfriend? What exactly did she see in you?" Vanessa arched an eyebrow, switching into savage mode. "Or do you not even know yourself?"
"Uh, well... ah..."
Madman’s back broke into a cold sweat. That’s when it hit him—he’d ssed with soone he absolutely shouldn’t. Ruby was Bradley’s cousin, which made Vanessa... basically his cousin-in-law.
Vanessa didn’t even bother looking at Madman, ignoring Bradley’s silent pleas. "Have you two even gotten married yet? And already clinging together like that? Write a full self-reflection report later."
"...Help!"
Madman shot Orson a pleading look. The famous God-thief who kept big shots in every region awake at night was now totally crushed by a newbie archer—and completely powerless to fight back.
Orson nearly fell headfirst into the flowerbed laughing, waving his hand. Forget Madman, even he wouldn’t dare mouth off to Vanessa. She was a middle school teacher—tall and pretty with a cute baby face, but an absolute master of discipline and academics. Against clever, highly educated troublemakers like Madman, she was unstoppable. As for Orson, who’d dropped out of middle school? He’d be an appetizer at best.
After that, they all gathered around for a al.
Orson took the chance to ask about the guild mbers’ families, finally relaxing a bit when he learned everyone had safely followed his evacuation plan.
An hour later, military personnel ca to escort them all to a semi-permanent underground facility beneath BG City.
anwhile, the outside world was transforming—like so primordial beast was waking up.
Even over a thousand ters underground, they could hear the distant rumble.
As they waited, a sudden notification rang out in their minds: "Chat channels are now open! World fusion initial phase complete!"
World chat exploded.
"Hey, is anyone there? Please help—we’re trapped under the Linhai City shopping mall!"
"There are lots of civilians hurt here. No phone signals—soone please co!"
"Help! There are Infinite Dinsions monsters chasing us. So many people got eaten... oh god, is this the end of the world?!"
Countless ssages popped up all at once. Most were desperate pleas for help. Many were voice chats choked with tears, clear signs of horror.
"What’s really going on out there?" Sienna whispered, poking Orson’s arm, worry all over her face.
"It’ll be alright. I promise."
Orson’s face was pale, but he forced a smile, gently running a hand through her hair.
He knew perfectly well—even though most people had hidden away in ergency shelters, there’d always be those who ignored the warnings, thinking they’d be fine.
Amid this chaos and confusion, dozens of golden announcents streaked across the sky. Loudspeakers blared across the regions:
US ID 101: "This is the War Ergency Control Center. Please remain calm. Head toward areas marked by signal flares..."
US ID 229: "Ergency Disaster Control here. Use your Infinite Dinsions interface to add these IDs as friends. DM us your coordinates—help is on the way!"
US ID 7: "This is the Ziegler family, one of the Ten Overlords of the US. Adventurers, protect the civilians. If you encounter monsters, hold on—reinforcents are coming!"
Alexander: "US ID 003 here. Any adventurers with command experience, et on the surface. Together we’ll shield the people of the US!"
Demon Emperor: "Leader of the Slaughter Guild here. Send us your distress locations. We’re coming!"
The apocalypse had arrived.
"It’s your turn now, Orson."
K.D stepped into the lounge, face solemn, eyes locked on Orson.
Just minutes ago, military satellites had confird the impossible—another world was rging with Earth in the strangest, most horrifying way. Infinite Dinsions structures were popping up everywhere, with monsters crawling through the streets. Even more bizarre, landmass had quadrupled, and the oceans had expanded fivefold.
"You’re number 001."
There was a hint of pride in K.D’s voice.
If not for Orson’s early warning, the US would have suffered devastating losses.
Bradley and the others looked at him too, hopeful. They’d pieced together what was happening from world chat, but their faces still shone with pride and resolve. It was as if just having this man here ant no matter what ca, the Godslayer warriors wouldn’t back down.
Orson’s expression froze. He didn’t posture or hesitate—he just nodded, then pulled out a golden gaphone and broadcast across the world.
Orgod: "This is Orson. Adventurer Orgod. US ID 001."
"That’s right! We still have Orgod!"
"Oh my god, Orgod was a monster in Infinite Dinsions—if he’s here in reality, he’s like a Celestial descended to earth!"
"Thank god, we’re saved! What monster could stand against him?"
Just a single sentence, but it caused a tidal wave of emotion, setting blood on fire. Countless adventurers snapped out of their fear, seizing on this anchor of hope.
Orson took a deep breath, emotions churning. Blank and Sienna each gave him a nod of encouragent.
He nodded back. What was happening now had already gone beyond the limits of any individual’s bravery.
These people needed to see a light in the darkness. They needed a god behind them—soone omnipotent, everlasting.
That would give them unmatched resolve and courage.
"If you need a god, then I’ll be that god."
Orson spoke silently to himself. Then, with iron in his voice, he said aloud:
"No matter where you are—how small, how weak—there’s no need to be afraid. Don’t retreat. Raise your swords and your staves high. I will stand with you, always!"
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