Chapter 254: The Bully

Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

Tianyuan Domain Node.

"Fuck, how the hell did this bunch of beasts show up again?!"

Above the high tower platform swathed in black mist, Di Nian Evil Spirit hovered in midair, its back connected to the Evil Eye.

The two seemed like a single symbiotic entity, radiating an extreme aura of evil.

At that moment, black mist erupted from the base of the tower, like ten thousand starving black serpents entwined together.

In an instant, it swelled into a towering tidal wave, surging across the cracked earth.

Within the mist, countless writhing shadows coalesced into evil entities, surging forward and devouring all matter in their path.

Under Di Nian Evil Spirit’s control, the black tides surging from other regions also turned back, converging toward a single direction.

In the perception feed, the annoying players had returned—again.

The reason for using “again” was because this bunch of player-tribe beasts always vanished for stretches like they were having a mental breakdown.

It gave him the illusion that the player tribe had abandoned this land and shifted their war to other regions.

It filled him with hope that he had finally broken free from one of the seals—most repulsive of them all.

But the outcome was never different.

After a period of disappearance, the beastly player tribe always returned with a vengeance.

Like the worst kind of player-tribe trash talk: playing hot-and-cold, manipulating his emotional highs and lows.

At this moment, the long-absent beastly players had updated their gear.

Riding utterly incomprehensible mounts: slime creatures that spat rainbow farts, floating coffins with built-in DJ turntables, even a giant Kun Kun wearing overalls, marching in full force.

The absurdity of their mounts made the evil spirit doubt whether the player tribe members had water in their brains.

Their weapons were equally insane.

Wielding pink staves, carrying glowing fluorescent tubes as weapons… too grotesque to look at.

The player tribe’s boomerang-style return was precisely why he chose to consolidate black Black Tide power instead of spreading it thin.

At that moment, he saw two banners raised high in the player army.

【Di Nian, we’re here to farm you—can we get some legendary gear?】

【Di Nian, Di Nian, you’re the hottest! Even dropping materials is love!】

“I’ll blow your fucking ass apart, you beasts,” Di Nian’s temple veins bulged.

The Evil Eye hovering behind it opened its eyes.

Watching the enraged Di Nian Evil Spirit, it remained silent.

Before the player tribe arrived, Di Nian Evil Spirit perfectly matched its ideal image of a war commander.

Like a flawless war machine.

The black Black Tide obeyed its will like limbs; the evil army followed orders without hesitation.

It always hovered atop the tower, overlooking all life like a cold warlord, its black Black Tide tactics precise as a chessboard, each move lethal, devouring every living thing in its path.

One could even call Di Nian Evil Spirit at this time a war artist—its heart devoid of any emotion, only the goal of devouring and growing.

But the moment players appeared, Di Nian Evil Spirit’s cold commander demeanor shattered instantly.

Like a triggered reflex, its emotions became uncontrollable.

Filled with rage, Di Nian Evil Spirit now manipulated the black Black Tide to form a black mist gate ahead of the player army’s advance, floating above it a single line of text:

【Beasts Not Allowed In!】

As proven, this tactic was useless—the player army pressed forward, erupting in collective laughter.

“Di Nian, we’re coming through the gate—ready yet?”

Blood boiling, Di Nian Evil Spirit immediately summoned evil entities.

Though furious, it knew it must not act on emotion against the player tribe—it summoned only Catastrophe and Plague-class units.

The players’ provocation clearly aimed to enrage it, hoping it would summon offensive units for direct confrontation.

It refused to oblige.

Soon, Catastrophe-class units formed a defensive line—the familiar stalemate began.

Meanwhile, Di Nian Evil Spirit didn’t stay quiet; its voice echoed constantly across the battlefield:

You piece of trash, still showing up to check in? Think this is some viral tourist spot?

“Still asking for materials? Fuck you! Today I’ll blow your entire family’s ashes into the wind!”

“You idiot riding that Kun Kun—get the fuck down (black mist slap)! That thing’s uglier than the lowest worm in the black Black Tide—don’t you dare parade it out here. Where the hell do you think this is? I’m the Apocalypse Black Black Tide—do you even understand? I could wipe your entire race with a flick!”

“You shield-bearers in the front row—your stance looks like turtles. I’ll summon an evil entity to dig up your ancestors’ graves. Still calling yourselves tank units? Go home and grow sweet potatoes!”

“None of you are leaving alive today—I’ll slaughter you all, drain every supply item from your inventory, you beastly players!”

After a long absence, Di Nian the Bully unleashed his full firepower.

At first, players laughed, treating Di Nian the Bully’s rants as entertainment.

The warband channel was filled with joy.

As the bully’s verbal abuse intensified and turned targeted, players began to crack.

From back-and-forth insults, both sides eventually lost their tempers.

The smiles on players’ faces froze; some gripped their weapons, hands trembling.

Not from fear—but a searing emotion crawling up their spines.

Rage and blood pressure surged uncontrollably.

But both sides were locked in helpless fury.

Players couldn’t break through Di Nian the Bully’s “Golden Bell and Iron Shirt”; Di Nian the Bully couldn’t fully eradicate the players.

They just kept fighting and cursing, rage climbing higher.

This was the terror of the Xinshoucun battlefield.

Those standing here were all ironclad warriors, hardened by psychological torment, having witnessed Di Nian the Bully’s verbal assault evolve from ineffective noise to precise psychological demolition.

A new player arriving here would be verbally tormented by Di Nian the Bully’s summoned evil entities until they questioned their own existence.

Even individual evil entities fighting new players could pause to critique their technique, then mock them relentlessly.

Recall the effortless, fish-farming euphoria of the Lingxi World campaign.

Now back in Emperor Tomb Village, the player alliance’s most familiar psychological resilience Cultivation Mode had returned.

Extreme verbal abuse, an unbreakable wall, flawless tactical shifts… this was the Di Nian the Bully players knew best.

A super villain who had never been defeated since server launch, still growing at breakneck speed.

In players’ eyes, ancient gods, benefactors, none compared to the pressure Di Nian the Bully imposed.

And to Di Nian the Bully, players were the same.

Just days ago, it received a distress signal from another black Black Tide node, requesting resource aid.

Naturally, it gave nothing—even if it had, it wouldn’t have.

Not even opening its mouth to demand something was already being generous.

During that time, it briefly communicated with the evil commander of that node.

Learned that the commander had arrived in the Monster World around the same time as it—and had since devoured 384 racial factions.

This shattered Di Nian Evil Spirit’s composure.

Thinking of itself still fighting insect tides and the player tribe, it nearly screamed: “You fucking cheat—did your king give you a head start? Why the hell is your starting environment better than mine?”

But it held its tongue.

Now, the most hated player tribe had returned—Di Nian Evil Spirit vented all its resentment.

The players didn’t hold back either, knowing Di Nian the Bully could hear them, they hurled curses in return.

“Old Di, you’re only good at mouth—dare you leave your shitty tower and fight me one-on-one? I’ll even let you strike first!”

“Tsk tsk, only crying in the embrace of your Evil Eye, summoning Catastrophe and Plague units for defensive counterattacks? Dare you summon Death Catastrophe or Rampage units? Let’s have a real man-to-man clash, you coward!”

“Old Di, you’re just a turtle with its head tucked in—only fit to whisper curses from your tower. I miss the old bully who smashed the God of Wealth—time has changed you… Stop hiding like a woman—come out!”

Both sides grew angrier as they fought in red-hot fury.

At its peak rage, Di Nian Evil Spirit even felt the urge to charge onto the battlefield and punch each player’s head clean off.

“Kill!”

Watching Di Nian the Bully, emotionally volatile and raging nonstop, the Evil Eye’s gaze revealed helplessness:

“Di Nian, calm down. The fight against the player tribe is long—you don’t need to rush now.”

“Shut up, fucking Evil Eye.”

“Oh.” The Evil Eye promptly gave up—knew no one could reason with it now.

Even the King himself might get two curses thrown at him in this state.

Recall their first meeting—Di Nian Evil Spirit radiated pride and confidence.

Ultimately, the players had worn its spirit down.

The battlefield view shifted—black Black Tide churned violently, evil entities falling like dumplings.

The battle entered a white-hot phase.

But at the core of this battlefield, beyond tactics and power, was a complete loss of emotional control—a collision of raging torrents.

The great battle ended three hours later.

But Di Nian the Bully was clearly not satisfied—it kept spewing curses.

Recalling the players’ insults, the more it thought, the angrier it became—with nowhere to vent.

It was as if players, furious enough to smash their game capsules, now had the same impulse to tear down Gao Ta — and the Di Nian Eba also felt this urge.

This sense of rage with no outlet made him instinctively soar into the sky, where, beneath the glow of Xie Yue, he let out a deafening roar toward the heavens.

Just as Di Nian Xieling was lost in its boundless fury toward the players, it accidentally lifted its gaze toward the Xie Yue hanging high in the sky.

In an instant, the violent black mist swirling around it froze for a fleeting moment.

The Xie Yue, previously in its first-quarter crescent form, seemed subtly manipulated by an invisible force.

The curvature of its edge began to change minutely.

Like a stone cast into a Firefly Lake, ripples spread across the surface of the Xie Yue.

The once sharp horns of the first-quarter crescent were being slowly ground down, as if by sandpaper, gradually eroded.

The previously relatively calm blood-red halo surged violently, like a boiling sea of blood.

Thick clouds of blood mist rose from the moon’s surface, as if countless malevolent spirits were struggling and screaming.

These blood mists continuously converged and twisted, as if trying to drag the entire earth into an endless abyss of darkness.

Seeing the transformation of Xie Yue, Di Nian Xieling’s anger dissipated, and it swiftly descended back onto the platform of Gao Ta.

The fluctuation of Xie Yue signaled that a new lunar phase transition was about to begin.

Whether for better or worse, it was impossible to predict.

The method it had learned in the Abyss for judging Xie Yue’s changes no longer worked — perhaps due to Xie Yue’s evolution.

The version it had learned was already outdated.

“Di Nian, the lunar phase is about to shift,” said the Xie Yan, hovering beside it, blinking its eye.

“Obvious — I have eyes,” Di Nian Xieling replied, its gaze locked unblinkingly on the still-shifting Xie Yue.

It felt both anticipation and dread.

At this moment, the changes in Xie Yue were violent, as if undergoing a desperate struggle to break free from its chains.

The outline, once slowly devoured into a waning crescent, now trembled eerily.

The crimson light along its edge, as if alive, twisted and coiled wildly, gradually filling the void.

Blood-red liquid on the surface of Xie Yue formed a vortex, spinning rapidly, with a deep void at its center — like a colossal bloodied mouth ready to devour all things.

During this transformation, the light emitted by Xie Yue also changed.

The previously cold, blood-red radiance gradually became dazzling and thick.

An indescribably powerful energy fluctuation, centered on Xie Yue, spread outward in concentric rings across the earth.

Each pulse made the Gao Ta beneath Di Nian Xieling tremble slightly.

But this process lasted less than a few seconds — the edge of the lunar phase was again eroded, as if slowly erased by an invisible eraser.

At this moment, Di Nian Xieling’s heart was a mess, mirroring exactly the mindset of a player drawing a chance to enter the Monster World.

The lunar phase’s transformation was intimately tied to its own development strategy.

A waning crescent meant its Hei Chao army would suffer reduced combat power.

Its aggressive expansion strategy would shift to defense, to minimize Hei Chao energy consumption and prevent depletion by players and Chong Chao, avoiding a deathly abyss from which it could never recover.

A last-quarter crescent meant it could seek opportunities to develop, but defense would remain primary — after all, the last-quarter crescent offered no powerful derived Xiesui to aid in battle, and player harassment would significantly intensify.

In the first-quarter crescent state, Hei Chao’s efficiency in absorbing Xie Yue energy rose sharply; both the generation speed of Hei Chao energy and the strength of derived Xiesui allowed it to handle players and Chong Chao with relative ease, enabling an aggressive expansion strategy.

If it were a full moon, then it would stand up fully.

When the full moon hung high, the Xue Yue would pour forth inexhaustible Xie Yue energy, and Hei Chao’s absorption efficiency would reach its peak.

This would be its absolute reign.

If the full moon arrived, it would launch a full-scale offensive without hesitation.

It would drive Hei Chao like a raging Black Tide toward the Chong Chao’s mother insect — any player who dared show up would be beaten until they screamed for their mothers.

Second, the individual strength of derived Xiesui born within Hei Chao would undergo a qualitative leap.

Fear Yanmo, wreathed in black flames, would rampage across the Di Zhong Mountain Range, turning every place it touched into a terrifying sea of fire.

Many other powerful derived Xiesui would also appear.

With the current strength displayed by the player race, they could barely cross the path of derived Xiesui — let alone reach it on the Gao Ta platform.

At this stage, it had no need to worry about player harassment — it only needed to focus entirely on development and launch a full-scale assault.

What players? What Chong Zu? I’ll dig up your ancestral graves.

At that time, it would surely break free from the encirclement and sealing of these two beastly factions, and officially unleash its own Hei Chao storm across the Monster World.

If it were Da Xie Yue… if the player race and Chong Zu warriors aren’t enough, bring more!

I am the greatest under heaven!

The entire world would kneel beneath its feet.

Watching the still-shifting Xie Yue, Di Nian Xieling roared inwardly.

Full moon! Da Xie Yue! Appear to me!

But it could not interfere with the lunar phase’s evolution — it could only be forced to wait for fate’s decision.

The lunar phase changes in Di Zhong Mountain Range had also sparked controversy on player forums.

Especially among veteran players of the United Warband, emotions were complex.

If this lunar phase were waning crescent, last-quarter crescent, or first-quarter crescent, the Great Newbie Village battle could still continue.

But if it shifted to the never-before-seen full moon or Da Xie Yue, the Di Zhong Village battlefield might become inaccessible — they would have to prepare new paths.

Veteran players in the United Warband all knew that under waning crescent conditions, Di Nian Eba would inevitably retreat into defense, minimizing resource consumption.

But at this time, Di Nian Eba was also at its weakest — nothing like its earlier arrogance.

Perhaps this waning crescent offered a chance to strike decisively and eliminate Di Nian Eba.

If it became last-quarter crescent, eliminating Di Nian Eba would be impossible — but Di Nian Eba would also lack aggressive offensive strategies.

This would be the perfect opportunity to absorb a wave of new players, begin cultivating them from the last-quarter crescent phase, gradually acclimating them to the Di Zhong Village battlefield and increasing the number of core combatants in their own ranks.

If the lunar phase remained unchanged — still first-quarter crescent.

Hei Chao energy acquisition speed would accelerate, derived Xiesui strength would rise, and Di Nian Xieling would become extremely aggressive.

This phase was ideal for veteran players and perfect for top-tier player squads hunting derived Xiesui.

It was the most suitable battlefield state for them.

But if it became a full moon, just imagining it left veteran players of the United Warband feeling powerless.

At that time, Hei Chao’s power would multiply geometrically.

They might not even have the strength to resist before Hei Chao.

As for Da Xie Yue — the most terrifying lunar phase — no one knew what apocalyptic power it would unleash.

Once it descended, the Di Zhong Mountain Range would surely become a hell on earth.

One could imagine Di Nian Eba’s vile, arrogant Iron Face then — its taunts would be unbearable — but anyone who dared to attack would only be beaten, utterly defenseless.

And they, in turn, could only flee, seeking new regions to develop.

Monster distribution, resource locations… many things would need to be rediscovered.

Both sides waited in complex anticipation for the lunar phase shift — but their hopes pointed in completely opposite directions.

On the Gao Ta platform.

“Full moon! Da Xie Yue!”

Di Nian Eba, like a gambler staking all its assets, stared with bloodshot eyes at the still-shifting lunar phase, muttering its desired outcome over and over.

Only Xie Yan remained utterly calm, silently observing Xie Yue’s changes, attempting to record energy fluctuation data as a future standard for judging Xie Yue’s transformations.

But Xie Yue’s changes had no logic — Xie Yan knew such records were likely useless.

At this moment, the blood-red Xie Yue hung above the heavens, like a bizarre eyeball soaked in darkness, gazing down upon all things.

The crimson radiance around it gradually intensified, casting the Di Zhong Mountain Range below in eerie gloom.

Its surface patterns flickered and flowed, releasing intense, chaotic energy fluctuations — as if brewing a catastrophe capable of overturning the world.

Seeing this, Di Nian Xieling’s emotions soared.

At that moment, the light of Xie Yue began to dim at a visible rate, like a candle about to burn out.

The thick blood-red hue faded, turning into a sickly dark red, as if its life essence had been drained.

The flow of runes on its surface slowed, as if sinking into mud, struggling to turn.

This plunged Di Nian Xieling’s mood to its lowest point.

Emotions swung wildly with Xie Yue’s changes, and the space of Di Zhong Mountain Range twisted and warped in response.

Finally, the lunar phase transition entered its final stage.

Its edge was being savagely gnawed by an invisible giant mouth, forming irregular gaps.

As time passed, the gaps widened; Xie Yue twisted and deformed, rapidly shifting toward the waning crescent form.

Each transformation triggered violent tremors in the space of Di Zhong Mountain Range.

Finally, Xie Yue stabilized in the waning crescent form.

The once intense, blinding crimson light rapidly withdrew and vanished.

Spring had come — the season of renewal had arrived.

In the southwest of Di Zhong Mountain Range.

Qi Die lifted its head from slumber, gazed at the waning crescent in the sky, then leapt violently from the soil. Landing, it crossed its wings over its waist, triumphant, and let out an excited chirp.

After preening for a long while, Qi Die flapped its wings and shot straight into the sky.

Once reaching sufficient altitude, it extended its wings and began to glide, its sharp eyes scanning the earth below, searching for easy prey.

It bore the aura of a sky tyrant, master of the world.

On the other side, the land of Emperor Tomb Mountain, once covered in twisted cores, was utterly renewed.

The lost burial ground reappeared; adorable spirit soldiers rose from the piles of bones and wandered aimlessly in all directions.

In the direction of Qi Ling Valley, the river surging through the canyon’s center vanished, replaced by vast forests springing up from the earth.

In the direction of the Crimson Plain, countless twisted vines and powerful evil influences disappeared; crimson flowers instantly bloomed across the entire plain.

It was as if the scene had been rolled back—everything returned to its original starting point, the very same Moon of Evil that first appeared when Di Nian Eba descended.

Witnessing all this, Di Nian Eba’s body was instantly engulfed in violent, churning black mist, like a furious black tsunami surging outward.

It raised one hand, pointing at the Moon of Evil, and let out a piercing, wailing cry that seemed ready to tear the sky apart:

“Moon of Evil, you fucking bastard…”

Its eyes blazed with rage as it glared fiercely at the crescent moon, its forehead veins bulging like a twisted earthworm.

“You’ve destroyed everything I worked for!”

Di Nian Eba wildly flailed its arms, churning the surrounding black mist into chaos; the platform beneath its feet, the Gao Ta, shook violently under the force of its rage.

“How could those bastards ever let me live? Moon of Evil, I’ll fuck your ancestors!” Its roars echoed endlessly through Emperor Tomb Mountain, lingering for a long time, thick with fury and helplessness.

On the other side, players had already opened champagne on the forum.

Especially the new players—they knew their chance to enter the Emperor Tomb Village battlefield had finally arrived.

Many new guilds and warbands fighting in other regions also took this opportunity to post on the forum.

【Wu Dao Cheng Shen Guild recruiting powerful players: The lunar phase has shifted to the crescent moon; the Black Black Tide is weak—this is the perfect moment for us latecomers to rise. Though the Shentang Guild is strong, our goal is to surpass them. As players, we must venture into Emperor Tomb Mountain. Our warband warmly welcomes all heroes: whether you’re a tech-savvy operator or a brilliant tactical commander, if you come, we’ll take you. Together, let’s write a legendary tale of our Xinshoucun .】

【Fam, I’m spilling the beans—I’ve been reincarnated. I’ve returned from a world twenty years ahead, fully aware that the Monster World will bring annihilation to reality. The Black Black Tide is about to burst through the game and devour the real world. This life, I’ve come back with future memories and an infinite wealth system. While others are thrilled by petty in-game victories, I’ve already begun laying the groundwork for the apocalypse. I’m now offering top-tier rewards to recruit elite players for Emperor Tomb Mountain. If your main Ming Hun level is 45+, come join us. Not only will you earn generous pay, but you’ll also receive exclusive future intelligence perks. Let’s build a solid foundation in-game, wait for the Black Black Tide’s arrival, and become the saviors of the real world. Change history starting now—don’t hesitate, join immediately! Contact admin @……!】

【BREAKING NEWS! Our guild accidentally triggered a hidden storyline in the game—clues point directly to Emperor Tomb Mountain. Legend says following this path will unlock a unique god-tier Ming Hun, and you might even receive a 6.66 million Ji Li bonus gift from Emperor Zhao the Elder. Now that the crescent moon has arrived and the Black Black Tide’s defenses are weak, this is the perfect time to enter. We’re recruiting capable players to storm Emperor Tomb Mountain and uncover the truth behind the hidden storyline. (Priority recruitment for tanking builds—guaranteed benefits to satisfy you.)】

【The top-ranked guild “Dawn’s Blade,” ranked in the top 20 of the War and Sin Lands, is recruiting powerful players. Those who pass the review will receive a free virtual game pod of the latest Moon Eclipse Clan model delivered directly to your real-world home. All future nutrition canister costs are covered—you don’t even need to apply; a delivery robot will send it to your door monthly. We recruit players of any build or level, but only top-tier technical players. Our leader, Kuang Yue, is well-documented online—he was among the absolute best in previous virtual games and has recorded videos defeating the Shentang Guild.】

With the crescent moon’s arrival, many large guilds long preparing for this moment began to move.

They started recruiting powerful players on the forum, ready to make their mark in the Emperor Tomb Mountain region.

Many were once famous guilds from previous popular virtual games; some even held greater influence in other games than the Shentang Guild.

Because they obtained access to the Monster World game later, their initial stages could not begin in Emperor Tomb Mountain.

They could only quietly develop in other areas.

Among them were many potential commander seeds in the eyes of the Divine King—after gaining access, they gathered powerful new players to form potential guilds and had already begun to stand out in battles at other region’s node zones.

Facing the crescent moon, these ready-to-strike guilds all began to plan for Emperor Tomb Mountain.

Though other regions offered high rewards too,

none could match Emperor Tomb Mountain for sustained returns.

Other regions’ node zones and monster groups would eventually be exhausted, forcing players to search for new development sites.

As for the Frostwind Snowfield region, the Lord of Blessings favored gradual development.

It could tolerate players and Ji Le Purple Black Tide—or even Ji Le Insect Clan—engaging in fierce combat to optimize technology through war.

But if player combat power in the battlefield became too high, the Lord of Blessings would dispatch hunting subordinates of level 200+ to drop in and slaughter them mercilessly.

After all, the Lord of Blessings had the power to crush players entirely; establishing a testing base in Frostwind Snowfield was meant to optimize its war system.

It was more like mutual exploitation.

When real losses loomed, it would inevitably intervene—never letting players keep enjoying their easy farming.

Only Emperor Tomb Mountain, despite its meager monster rewards, offered endless Black Black Tide evil influences, derived evil influences, and even combat insect clans—with no powerful behind-the-scenes mastermind controlling everything.

Among forum players, there was a shared consensus:

True top-tier guilds must go to Emperor Tomb Mountain. All other regions were just petty squabbles.

But during the waxing moon phase, these guilds had no chance to enter.

Unless the Divine King launched a full-scale war and led the charge against the Black Black Tide.

Normally, leading guild members to Emperor Tomb Mountain to kill derived evil influences was already difficult—let alone confronting the Black Black Tide’s main forces.

This rare opportunity, no ambitious guild wanted to miss.

If a guild could establish a foothold in Emperor Tomb Mountain, it became the ultimate golden badge for external recruitment.

……

At this moment, in Di Nian Eba’s perception perspective:

New player figures kept appearing across the renewed Emperor Tomb Mountain region.

Its inner grief and fury, like a black Black Tide swirling around the Gao Ta, nearly drowned it completely.

These players were not the elite war forces who once came with the Divine King.

The Xie Yan database held no records of them.

From their leaking blood qi fluctuations to their spiritual energy waves, it was clear their combat power was weak.

Yet now, they dared to storm its territory so brazenly—as if it had become a soft target anyone could squeeze.

“A bunch of stupid, death-seeking brats!”

It felt like an old man on his deathbed, surrounded by mischievous children with no respect, eager to mock and torment him.

This scene felt familiar.

Long ago, Emperor Tomb Mountain had been just like this—players of all combat levels roaming freely.

Most operated in small squads.

But after the waxing moon arrived, only warbands led by the Divine King remained; all other player squads and small groups vanished.

During that time, wherever the Black Black Tide swept, weak players fled in terror under its power.

Ordinary player squads couldn’t even challenge derived evil influences, let alone confront it.

But now?

The crescent moon’s arrival had shattered its backbone, giving these former “minions” their chance.

Di Nian Eba’s heart was filled with desolation, yet it could do nothing.

It could only watch helplessly as more and more players appeared in Emperor Tomb Mountain, like countless ants slowly eroding its territory.

The overwhelming sense of powerlessness made it want to scream to the heavens, venting its suffocating frustration.

But it knew that under the crescent moon’s influence, these weak player brats would never restrain themselves—any struggle was futile.

Faced with an unchangeable predicament, it spoke in a low, heavy voice:

“Xie Yan, perhaps we must change our development model.”

“What’s your idea?” Xie Yan blinked its eyes curiously.

“Help me send a message to other nodes: this evil spirit offers paid command and proxy combat services. Whether you’re crushed by a stubborn opponent or stuck in a complex battlefield, if you’re willing to spend resources, I’ll handle it personally—guaranteeing you a smooth, effortless victory. Understand?”

“Also, add this: installment payments are accepted. If the evil spirit dies during the payment period, I reserve the right to claim its remaining resources.”

“Your idea is good, but this action hasn’t been approved by the Sovereign. I advise against such recklessness.”

“Who cares what it says!”

Xie Yan: …

(End of Chapter)