In the midst of the blizzard, the skeleton assassin, cloaked in black, only felt the lingering fear dissipate completely after retreating beyond the outermost translucent shield and once again feeling the biting wind and snow.
Quietly observing the utopia within the snowstorm, the assassin's soul flame flickered slightly…
Memories slowly replayed in his soul, and the master assassin finally understood the source of his sense of crisis. Some entity had left a trace of its spiritual energy on that protective shield.
"I... was scared away by a mere wisp of energy?!"
As a top assassin of the Undead race, Belseder, who had reached the extreme of Hellish difficulty in the first tier and even had one foot in the Abyssal tier, felt an indescribable chill.
With a fleeting glance, the master assassin confirmed that everything before him belonged to humans.
But how could mere humans possess such a powerful sense of threat?
Even though the game's descent had granted all humans in this world the qualification for advancement and even life leaps,
How could the entity that left its aura possess such strength so quickly in such a short period?
Casting another deep look at the world before him, which resembled a paradise, Belseder turned and walked into the depths of the snowstorm without looking back…
His arrival in the East this time was partly to confirm Urquiora's condition, but another matter was even more important.
…
The blizzard grew deeper, and the light between heaven and earth was obscured by endless snow and dark clouds.
The black-robed figure moved through the silent, icy world…
As the figure advanced, colossal and terrifying forms gradually emerged from the ice and snow.
These colossal figures exuded terrifying energy fluctuations, causing the master assassin's mood to become increasingly heavy as he proceeded…
"With this game's descent, our Undead race should be the strongest invading race."
"But I never expected such a powerful being to descend upon the land allocated to us!"
"A perfect creature… a dragon."
True dragons are not beasts born of bloodlines and hatched from eggs.
True dragons are born from the swift energy currents of the void.
Such beings, upon birth, are fully energized Tier 2 creatures, and among Tier 2, they are among the very top.
However, their excessively powerful innate talents make it even more difficult for them to break through their own limitations.
But even if they cannot reach Tier 3, completely transcending the mortal realm,
The existence of dragons itself is terrifying enough!
Their mere presence is enough to change the world.
The skeleton assassin knew very well that the terrifying figures in the snowstorm
were merely derivatives born from being influenced by the aura of that Frost Dragon.
The surrounding air grew increasingly frigid, and the soft snow underfoot had long since turned into ice as hard as steel.
And the terrifying monsters, some as grand as tall buildings or palaces, exuded an aura that began to make even Belseder feel a sense of threat:
"Heh heh… a perfect creature?"
Belseder looked at these derived monsters, which possessed power but lacked intelligence, and let out a strange scoff.
*Hum!*
The blizzard suddenly halted…
An unparalleled pressure descended from above, and Belseder froze in place…
A gaze!
A single gaze had observed the master assassin cloaked in the black robe…
And that gaze alone contained tangible pressure!
*Boom!*
The ice ground, more solid than steel, suddenly shattered and cracked under the pressure of the gaze.
And the master assassin, facing this terrifying pressure, felt his skeletal body beneath the black cloak tremble incessantly.
The black soul flame flickered, revealing the turmoil in his master's heart:
"It saw me! Damn it, just a gaze, and it already possesses such oppressive power?!"
The light pressure from the gaze caused the assassin's sturdy bones to creak and groan…
Just as the master assassin's bones were about to collapse, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind…
*Bang!*
Instead of resisting, the skeleton's knees slammed onto the ground.
His entire body assumed the most humble posture, kneeling on the ice.
"Undead—Belseder! Greetings to the Great Dragon!!"
The gaze that made the earth tremble suddenly softened, and Belseder even felt the meaning in the gaze shift to one of disinterest?
The blizzard resumed its blowing, but the kneeling figure dared not move in the slightest, quietly waiting…
A moment later, a grand voice echoed through heaven and earth…
The voice was not in the language of the Undead, nor in the language of the humans of this world.
Even Belseder, who had devoured the brains of countless beings, could not discern the language before him.
But the instant he heard the voice, the meaning of the language automatically appeared in Belseder's mind.
This was a language inherently etched with power and authority; it was the language of dragons:
"Weakling with no will to fight, why have you come?"
Upon hearing this, Belseder slowly raised his head, gazing at the colossal voice that obscured heaven and earth, and at the dragon eyes that seemed to see through all things. Belseder's voice trembled as he spoke:
"Great Dragon! I have come by the will of the Lord of the Undead, wishing to forge an alliance with you in this world!"
Seeing no fluctuation in the golden eyes, Belseder's voice continued:
"You know! This time, the game has descended upon this world!"
"According to the game's rules, the humans of this world, while gaining player status, will also have their Origins activated!"
"Unlike us! These activated professionals can continuously improve themselves through killing within the game's timeframe! The system's power will even help them advance their life tiers!"
The golden dragon eyes remained unchanged; the common knowledge of the game was already known to it when it was pulled into this world from the void.
The doomsday game, named doomsday, was also an opportunity.
It was just that such opportunities often brought absolute destruction first.
Belseder's emotions suddenly became agitated:
"This is against common sense! Games are an absolute taboo!!"
"As a genius of the Undead race, I spent ten thousand years just to touch the threshold of the Abyssal tier in the first tier! But I don't know how many more years it will take to truly step into it!"
"But these so-called players, under the game's effects, can continuously leap through life tiers!"
"This is the greatest challenge to the order of the void!"
"Therefore, everything in the myriad worlds will target worlds where the game descends! And these activated Origins, these so-called players! Are also our best fuel for improvement!"
"Following the command of the king from the deepest part of the Abyss of Death! I, Belseder! Representing the Undead race, request to forge a covenant with you!"
"Together, after defeating other forces! We will bring the entire world under our control!"
"At that time! We will tame humans as livestock! Let them breed an endless stream of professionals! And you will also enjoy endless activated Origins!!"
Belseder's roar, for a moment, surpassed the blizzard.
His words revealed astonishing secrets!
These were the goals of all invading races, the entanglements between the game and the myriad worlds.
The dragon that obscured heaven and earth looked at the impassioned skeleton, xxs a
For the first time, a slight fluctuation appeared in its golden dragon eyes…