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Stepa's shredded remains had barely faded into particles before One Hundred-One's blade swept forward. Arcs of light burst from his sword, slicing through the air, each one infused with sword intent. The players who survived Sixty's lightning strikes now had to flee from One Hundred-One's attack. However, their attempts were futile. The arcs of light hunted them down.

Like snakes with a will of their own, they slithered through the air, locking onto their targets. A desperate player, who had activated a hidden teleportation ability, reappeared in a different part of South Arica—only for an arc to chase him and cut him down the instant he arrived.

Another player had tried to burrow underground, thinking the earth would be his shield. It wasn't. A blade of intent followed him through the ground, before bursting in his direction in a rciless strike.

One Hundred-One's eyes remained calm as he counted the remaining players.

"12 players remaining."

A figure in the sky disintegrated, leaving behind a cloud of blood.

"9."

A cloaked player ran to a hidden dinsion. An arc of light followed, slipping through the closing gap like a shadow, killing the player before the door could close.

"8."

A werewolf, still clinging to hope, activated his strongest defensive skill, covering his body in golden fur. The sword intent shattered him instantly, leaving nothing behind.

"6."

His blade moved again. More arcs of sword intent flew, moving between obstacles, chasing down those who thought they had escaped.

"3."

A demon scread as he was split in two.

"1."

The final player teleported three tis, each jump taking him farther and farther away. He was fast. Too fast. The sword intent following him stopped as if contemplating pursuit, but then... the trail vanished. One Hundred-One exhaled, lowering his sword.

He had missed one.

A soft sigh left his lips as he muttered to himself, "This body of mine is still too weak…"

The words were ant for himself. A quiet lant at the limits of his new body. He had no idea how much of an uproar those words would cause all over the world.

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Sora watched as the chat, which had already been overwheld by the massacre, erupted.

[@Demon One]: Did he just say he's TOO WEAK?!

[@Eclipse]: A level 199 is casually wiping the floor with level 240 players and still isn't satisfied. What the hell is happening?

[@SoulBreaker]: "This body of mine is still too weak." QUOTE OF THE YEAR.[@EagleEye]: Was that a flex? No, seriously, is this guy flexing on us?

[@Rogue Specter11]: This guy is built different. I don't know whether to be happy he's on our side or be terrified.

[@Anthony Bonet]: If this is weak, then what the hell is strong supposed to look like?!

[@DarkVortex]: Is this even real? How is a level 199 killing players at this level? This isn't normal.

[@TeaOneFaker]: What did I just watch? Is this fake? What if all of this is edited?! Is it possible to massacre such a strong group of player with five re players?

Sora smiled as he read the comnts and selected an option to showcase ssages based on location and read ssages from the Brazilian region players.

[@Thiago 213]: I'm in Rio right now. I still have trouble believing it, but I can confirm it. This is currently happening. The city was surrounded by the exact players we've been seeing on stream.

[@Marco_ VLR]: That Stepa guy is the guy that killed our best players... They couldn't return safely to Rio because of that Dark Elf.

[@Sniper_Buzzcut]: I was watching from the top of the walls, and holy shit, these guys aren't human. The sword guy didn't move from his position ever since he appeared.

[@Cruz_53]: Why do these 5 guys have the sa face? And look at their nas! One Hundred-One ? Seven ? Sixty? What the hell?

[@Pauleta99]: Didn't you see that 832 guy? Does this an there are hundreds overpowered players with the sa face?

Sora didn't acknowledge the flood of ssages but instead addressed the chat.

"If you have any doubts, ask the people who saw it with their own eyes. Just sort the ssages by region."

He let the words sink in before adding, "Or… step at the edge of your city. You might find a surprise waiting for you."

Without waiting for a response, Sora switched the stream's perspective. The scene changed from One Hundred-One returning to the [Void Tunnels] to sothing else. At first, the screen remained dark. Then, as the vision cleared, a lone figure ca into view—a player standing with his back turned, his breathing uneven, his entire body trembling. Blood leaked from his shoulder, staining his armor. Before he could react, a short sword plunged into his back.

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One Hundred-Sixteen stood behind him, his grip firm, the expression on his face unknown. The player's turned around, his eyes widened in shock. His mouth moved, barely forming a single word.

"How—"

Before an answer could co, the scene shifted again. The viewers watched as another group, each with strange nas, gathered in a similar empty void. Without hesitation, they stepped forward and the next mont, they appeared near another massive city. On the top right of the stream, the current POV displayed a short description: Twelve, New York City.

A hand entered the fra, raised high. A massive, unstable, orb of energy condensed at its center, crackling with a terrifying light. A level 245 Demon, stationed among the forces surrounding New York City, snapped his head toward the intruders. His instincts scread of danger. His eyes widened, and without hesitation, he shouted to his allies.

"Scatter! MOVE!!"

Even as he shouted, he flew forward, moving at a terrifying speed, his body rushing toward Twelve in a attempt to stop the attack before it could be unleashed. But as he closed the distance, his montum faltered. His face twisted in shock, then horror. He noticed four others massive energy fluctuations, each held by another figure on a side of the city. The power in their hands was suffocating. For the first ti since he arrived in this world, fear gripped him.

His instincts scread at him to flee. He abandoned his charge instantly. He turned his body, accelerated in the opposite direction, and tried to put as much distance between himself and the humans as possible.

Twelve murmured, "Escaping isn't possible."

Ninety locked onto him. Without a word, he flicked his wrist, sending the condensed orb of Soul Power straight toward him. Before any of the other players could process what was happening, the five orbs were shot.

Each moved at lightning speed, striking five locations.

The mont they touched down, the world turned white. For everyone watching, the screen flooded with blinding light. The world seed to vanish into nothingness. And then, when the light faded… the expected destruction never ca. The ground was untouched. The ocean remained undisturbed. The towering city barriers still stood, intact.

But all the enemies were missing. Every single presence that had surrounded New York had disappeared. Not a single corpse was left. Not a drop of blood. As if these players had never existed.

For a mont, there was silence. Then, Twelve's voice echoed through the stream, almost amused.

"With pure Soul Power..." Twelve said, inspecting the Soul Power remnants in his hand, "It's almost too easy."

He glanced toward the South.

"Looks like Brother One Hundred-One finished his mission before us. We'll have to pick up the pace."

The screen flickered, switching back to Sora's face.

"Any friends from New York? Did anyone see that? Show yourselves in the chat!"

Sora scrolled through the ssages.

[@Orion_Sailor]:There's a second killing hunting squad? Where did the enemies go?! It was too fast![@Phantommmm]:NYC is saved... I'm watching from the walls and all enemies vanished... Is this real life?[@Proud_Warrior]:The blinding light shown on the screen appeared above New York a while ago. For those who asked earlier, it seems there's quite a bit of delay between reality and the stream!!

The chat flooded with confirmations from players in New York, and soon, a different wave of ssages followed.

[@Talon_Player]: Mister Sora, why only Arican cities?[@Hextek_99]:Was curious as well![@Mohabis]:Cairo is surrounded! We need help! [@Cydonia]:London's struggling as well! Our best players are in other countries![@W4rd3n]:Lagos players have been stuck for weeks! Our best fighters died after the update![@Rose]:Paris is surrounded! There are only a few hundred enemies, but we can't go out!

Sora read the ssages and responded.

"Relax."

He swiped his fingers across the interface, splitting the stream into four sections. The viewers watched as the perspectives changed, each screen showing a different city.

"Cairo." The first stream revealed a group of figures appearing near the city. In an instant, the night sky was lit up as the assault began.

"London." The second screen showed elental attacks raining on the battlefield. The enemy elites barely had ti to react before they were massacred.

"Lagos." The third feed captured figures moving extrely fast, cutting through Dark Elves, Demons and other enemies with their swords.

Sora's voice was calm.

"These cities are covered. And not just these."

He swiped again, expanding the stream to show most of the world's top cities. Each one had a few hundred high-level enemy players stationed outside, ensuring the trapped humans couldn't leave. Sora's eyes narrowed as he looked directly into the cara.

"Their plan was to keep us trapped in cages."

The battle across all screens intensified. Sora's Alter Egos tore through their enemies like a storm, breaking the sieges one by one. His words rang out across the stream.

"So let us take care of the dogs watching over us..."

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