"Backfired... that idiot seriously underestimated the impact he has on the US."
Blank clicked her tongue in irritation.
"He really is dumb sotis."
Sienna shook her head and pulled out a golden gaphone.
"I’m the Guildmaster of Godslayer. We expect large numbers of Heaven Demons to break through and launch indiscriminate attacks across all Warzone cities. The task of protecting our hos falls to you. Please, lend us your strength!"
"She’s right! I’ve got no flying beast, but I’ll hold the line at the main city defenses. However many co, I’ll kill them all!"
"Everyone gather outside Forever City! We’ll build the first—and the last—line of defense. We must not let Forever City fall!"
Hearing that, Orson let out a breath of relief. Sienna, as always, knew how to steer the situation.
Trying to send people back directly would’ve only made them more stubborn, but framing it as a call to defend their holand? Perfect.
Just like kids being handed candy, the chaos cald slightly. Many warbands had already begun to pull back to the US.
After all, fighting alongside the US Archmage was a huge honor, but protecting their hos? That was everything.
Still, over a million adventurers remained mounted on flying beasts, hovering around Celestial Fortress, unwilling to leave.
"I’m not going anywhere! If Orgod’s planning to hog all the rit points, he’d better share the pie."
A teenage boy grinned from atop his drake and waved a Godslayer action figure at Orson.
"Sign this for , bro!"
A vein throbbed on Orson’s forehead.
Seriously? This wasn’t a picnic.
And yet... looking at the kid’s eager face, Orson sighed in defeat.
He reached out and pulled the kid up to Aeloria’s back and signed the figure with a flourish.
"Happy now?"
That’s when he noticed the boy’s class: a rare A-rank Necromancer—Undying Lich.
"You’re aweso, bro! Love ya!"
The boy cackled, then waved his hand. Suddenly, dozens more boys and girls on drakes flew over.
"You..."
Orson was dumbfounded. These little devils had ambushed him!
And that brat? He was the guildmaster of so ridiculous guild called "Trick or Treat."
Just like Usher had said, they had huge potential—but right now, their gear and levels sucked.
Still, they might be the key to the US standing tall in the future.
"In that case, forget the autograph. I’ll give you sothing better."
Orson’s voice turned serious.
"A present? Hell yeah!"
The boy flew closer excitedly, holding out his hand like he was expecting epic loot.
"Forbidden Curse."
Orson’s lips curled into a smile.
The boy’s face went pale.
"WAIT WHAT—?! I WAS JOKING, BRO! DON’T NUKE !"
"MOM! I SWEAR I’LL BE GOOD! ORGOD’S A MONSTER!"
"WAAAHHH I WANNA GO HO!"
But it was too late. Orson grinned calmly.
"Dinsional Shift."
A pillar of white light shot up to the sky, splitting the heavens. Everyone on the fortress was left gaping.
"Tell he didn’t just..."
Bradley stared in shock.
"Those were kids, man!"
Divine Slash muttered.
Skyslasher shook his head.
"And people call him a role model."
The light fell like a waterfall.
"Huh? I’m not dead? Wait... I’m floating?"
"A mass teleport spell?! That’s a Forbidden Curse?!"
Madman was stunned. It was the first ti he’d seen Orson use this particular spell.
In a 100-kiloter radius, every non-Guild mber was lifted into the air, wrapped in soft white light.
It caused no damage, only brief control.
"Undying Lich has a second awakening quest. Head to Ghost City to trigger it. I’m sending you the coordinates. Here—these are for you guys."
Orson privately ssaged the boy, tossing over ten sets of level 50 Legendary gear and fifty sets of top-tier Hero gear.
"...Are you quitting the ga?"
In his experience, when a bigshot started handing out loot like this, it usually ant they were logging off for good.
"Shut it."
Orson scowled and booted the kid off Aeloria with a solid kick.
Whoosh!
The white light carried them all up into the night sky and out of sight.
"You didn’t kill them, right?"
Bradley asked nervously.
"They’re just teleported to the coastal transfer hubs in the US."
Orson replied casually. Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Mass teleport for a million people...?"
TitanBreaker turned pale. As a fellow mage, he truly understood what that ant.
It might not deal damage—but in the right hands, it was terrifying.
What if you used it mid-battle to throw your enemy into the deep sea? Or into a mountain range?
Spatial magic was already rare, and Forbidden Curse–tier spatial spells were basically myths.
But Dinsional Shift didn’t just teleport people. It could move massive objects too—across distances 100 tis Orson’s range.
If he marked coordinates 10,000 km away on a mountain and yanked it to him? Boom. Problem solved.
And the cooldown? Four hours.
Great for retreats, or for pure physical annihilation.
Global Warzone Announcent: 5 minutes until the Abyss opens. All adventurers, prepare for battle.
Another broadcast rang out as light flared at Celestial Fortress’s transfer point.
80,000 UJ adventurers appeared—led by a familiar figure rushing toward Orson.
Blank’s face darkened. Orson stiffened.
That figure threw herself into his arms.
"Sorry I’m late. I didn’t miss anything important, did I?"
Naoko peeked up at him with big, teary eyes.
"Or...son!"
Blank gritted her teeth, eyes blazing as her hand went to her blade. The fate of her man now hung in a single decision.
Sienna stifled a giggle and glanced over at Bradley and the others.
They all wore identical grins—mischievous and fully entertained.
"I told him not to stand out too much. This is karma!"
Madman laughed obnoxiously until Ruby smacked him upside the head.
"You’re the one who always wants attention!"
She growled.
Madman shrunk back like a scolded turtle, winking at Sienna as she chuckled behind her hand.
Naoko turned to Blank with a sweet smile.
"First wife! Long ti no see. You’re even more beautiful now—skin so smooth, I’m jealous."
"F-First wife?!"
Emma’s brain shut down completely.
"I-I’m not—I—don’t say that!"
Her ears burned red as she fumbled and let go of her sword.
"Oh wow! Naoko-sis is smart!"
Sienna whispered slyly into Blank’s ear.
"You’re the first wife, she’s the second. Big win for our big bro!"
"Y-You’re insane! Why isn’t he dead already?!"
Blank stamred, yanking Sienna in front of her like a shield.
"I heard she’s pregnant with Orson-kun’s baby..."
Naoko leaned in close, her voice like silk.
"So... if she gets one, I want one too. Fair’s fair."
Orson nearly passed out from sheer panic.
Normal won would’ve started a catfight by now—but not this psycho.
She didn’t care about first or second wife—she just wanted what the other had.
Equal opportunity insanity.
"Enough! Let’s not forget why we’re here."
Orson quickly backed off a hundred ters and straightened up, forcing the group to regain focus.
Emma wanted to stab Naoko—badly. She’d heard about Orson’s history with her.
But she was also smart enough to know now wasn’t the ti for drama. Naoko’s power was real, and they needed her.
"My friend... your little sweetheart is on her way."
Drunken Dream broke the silence as the final countdown ticked overhead.
"Little sweetheart? Orson!"
"Orson-kun! You’ve really been around, haven’t you?"
Both won narrowed their eyes and glared at him.
Orson felt his soul leave his body.
What the hell is going on today?!
"Ahem! Behold, your emperor returns! Now bow before the glorious Dragon Sovereign!"
A dramatic cough echoed from the eastern sky.
A blinding white light streaked toward them—followed by an earth-shaking roar.
"Dragons! Holy crap, there’s hundreds of them!"
Dynasty Old Yin shouted, staring in awe as the skies filled with massive, winged beasts.
They tore through the clouds with overwhelming force, announcing the arrival of the Sky Sovereign.
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