The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

[Warning! Under suppression by unknown high-level rules!]

[Warning! Your "Reaper's Domain" is being devoured...]

[All attributes decreased by 10%...20%...30%...]

Before Lin Yuan could figure out what was going on, he heard a system notification.

Visibly on the professional panel in front of him.

A series of alarming red characters are frantically flooding the screen.

The magic is flowing out like water from a burst dam.

He tried to cut off contact.

However, they discovered that the surrounding space had been completely locked.

That black fog was like a huge swamp.

Once you're trapped, you'll never get out.

"This is impossible..."

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth, desperately trying to keep his body from falling.

"I am a ninth-ranking being! I am a saint! I am the monarch who rules over death!"

"How could I possibly be suppressed to this extent by a monster from a secret realm?!"

He was not reconciled.

Even more unacceptable.

In this world, the ninth rank basically represents the ceiling of combat power.

It represents a walking deity.

Aside from those equally formidable old monsters around the world, who could possibly make him look so pathetic?

But... the facts are right in front of us.

Before that enormous bridal sedan chair, before those several ghostly soldiers as large as mountains.

He is the so-called "Grim Reaper".

It's like a child trying to teach a real death a lesson with a toy scythe.

That kind of crushing power made it incredibly difficult for him to even think of resisting.

"That's... divinity?!"

Lin Yuan suddenly seemed to realize something, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He was in the deepest part of that black fog.

Through the slightly lifted curtain of the bridal sedan chair.

I sensed an extremely faint, yet supreme, aura.

That's no ordinary power.

That violated the rules of the realm of "God"!

Only gods can disregard the rules of mortals.

Only a god can rewrite reality in a single thought.

"Run!"

Lin Yuan's last shred of pride crumbled completely at this moment.

He finally understood what he was facing.

This is not something he can handle.

It's even quite possible that the Divine Xia Empire is not currently capable of handling this.

This could be a catastrophe capable of destroying human civilization!

"This message must be spread!"

Lin Yuan forced himself to stay alert.

Forbidden Spell: Torn Souls

Using the power that burst forth in that instant, he forcibly tore open the space that had been locked around him.

His figure transformed into a streak of light, frantically fleeing towards the outer perimeter without regard for anything else.

And in the very instant he fled.

Inside that enormous bridal sedan chair in the sky.

A mocking laugh seemed to come from behind.

"Ants..."

The sound wasn't loud.

But it exploded in Lin Yuan's mind like a thunderclap.

"puff!"

Lin Yuan, who was flying, spat out another mouthful of blood.

I almost fell off the plane.

He dared not turn around.

The only option was to desperately burn magic power to accelerate the process.

And behind him.

The thick, black fog that blotted out the sky continued its unhurried advance.

The paper money fluttering in the air.

That piercing suona sound.

And that bridal sedan chair, which looked like a god or demon.

It is slowly dragging this world into eternal darkness.

Except for the ever-echoing, ever-approaching sound of the suona.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

It was as if a final elegy was being played for this city that was about to be destroyed.

……

Darkness shrouded the skies of Beichuan Province, a catastrophic event that shocked the world.

It's like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake.

The ripples created instantly spread throughout the entire blue planet.

When the black area representing the calamity-ridden secret realm flashes red lights on satellite cloud images from around the world.

Some hidden ambitions are also beginning to stir.

Inside a steel fortress deep within the frigid ice plains of the Northern Alliance.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, illuminating several burly men in heavy military overcoats around the round table.

On the electronic sand table in front of them.

It is displaying a real-time map of the border defenses of the Divine Xia Empire.

"Gentlemen, the opportunity has arrived."

Seated at the head of the table is Prinov, a nine-turn berserker known as "Wrath of Winter".

He was swirling a glass of vodka in his hand, his eyes filled with greed.

"According to intelligence, Lin Yuan, the Grim Reaper from Shenxia, ​​is likely trapped in the Secret Realm of Rules in Beichuan. That bridal sedan chair... even we can't see through it."

"This means that the deterrent power of the Shenxia Empire at the top level may have temporarily failed."

As he spoke, he pointed to the series of flashing dots on the sand table and said calmly, "The Frost Dragon's Lair secret realm, located on our border, is a resource point of extremely high value to our battleships."

"The ice crystals produced inside can double the strength of our ice mage group."

"Since Sheikha is currently preoccupied with its own problems, why don't we help them... share some of the burden?"

……

Meanwhile, beyond the eastern seas, lies the Sakura Empire.

In a quiet Japanese-style courtyard, an elderly man dressed in samurai attire is kneeling under a cherry blossom tree, wiping the long sword in his hand.

Although he looked old, the sharp aura he exuded was so powerful that it silently sliced ​​through even the falling cherry blossoms.

"Yamamoto-sama."

A man dressed in Japanese-style armor appeared out of thin air and knelt on one knee: "Intelligence confirmed, the Calamity Secret Realm within Shensha is extremely difficult."

"The strategic department of the Shenxia Empire is ready to dispatch most of its high-level combat forces to Beichuan for support."

Should we also take some action?

The old man paused slightly in his work, pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "That ancient country always occupies too many resources."

"The [Tide Temple] instance on the coast of the East China Sea should have belonged to our Great Sakura Empire."

The old man slowly sheathed his sword, making a crisp sound: "Pass down the order, have the 'Demon Slayers' set off immediately. If they encounter the Divine Summer's garrison... kill them without mercy."

Meanwhile, in the southwestern border region of the Shenxia Empire, beyond the humid rainforest, the elephant cavalry legions of the South Indian Kingdom also began to move frequently.

The target is several secret locations along the border that yield high-yield medicinal herbs.

This is the harsh reality of global datafication.

Secret Realms. Dungeons and world bosses are no longer just simple leveling spots.

Rather, it is a strategic resource similar to oil or minerals in the old days.

Whoever controls the high-level dungeons can mass-produce high-level professionals; whoever controls the sources of rare materials can forge legendary equipment.

In this era where might makes right, border clashes have never ceased.

This time, however, it is the "weakness" of the Divine Xia Empire.

This made the vultures, who had been circling for a long time, feel that the time had come to devour the carrion.