Starting with SSS-rank talent, I contracted the Forbidden Ferocity.

When that face was raised, Shenming Lake felt as if someone had pressed a button on his throat.

It has no eyes.

There are only two gray and white characters.

[Final Name]

It looks exactly like the second seat.

But the aura is different.

The second person stood before the monument, indifferent, like the person holding the pen.

The object in the coffin resembled a corpse whose writing had been completed.

It gripped the gray-white nail and slowly sat up from the coffin.

The lingering light on the coffin chain dimmed by half in an instant.

The system prompts an error.

[Detected: End of life.]

[Source: The Second Seat's own final form, a body that pre-defines the end.]

[Warning: Your body will be chained to your coffin at the end.]

If they are killed outright, ten thousand survivors will be dragged down with them.

The second seat looked at Shen Ye.

"You're determined to make a clean break?"

"Can."

"Let's get past it first."

He stood up, his name finally revealed.

The gray-white nail in his hand slowly elongated, transforming into a narrow sword.

The sword has no sharp edge.

There are only densely packed names.

Shen Ye glanced at it.

Every name is a suppressed end road.

The second seatmate said calmly:

"It makes three strokes."

"Catch it, and the coffin nails will appear on their own."

"If I can't catch it, your name will be added to the coffin chain."

Shen Ye gripped his sword.

"Come."

He took that final step.

There was no murderous intent.

There was no fanfare.

It simply raised the gray-white nailed sword in its hand and pointed it at Shen Ye's brow.

The first stroke.

Asking for the name.

Before the sword even arrived, the Night King's Name Book behind Shen Ye was forcibly flipped open.

student.

Beastmaster.

The Night King.

The one who holds the fire.

The one who cuts the mat.

Those who share the same understanding.

Names emerged from the pages of the book.

The nail-studded sword, its final strike aimed at the brightest "Night King".

The second voice fell:

"The King's Regalia is the heaviest."

"First, the name of the king."

The nail-shaped sword fell.

Shen Ye did not avoid it.

He raised his sword to parry.

clang!

The black and gold short sword clashed with the gray and white nailed sword.

Shen Ye's wrist sank, and his tiger's mouth split open.

On the final inscription, the two gray characters "Night King" began to appear.

The system notification is flashing.

[First entry is being assessed: Wang Hao's name is now final.]

If the verdict is upheld, the title of Night King will be buried in his coffin chains.

Shen Ye's eyes were icy cold.

"I attacked the King's Gate."

"You didn't write it."

The Night King's Book of Names is opened.

The old certificate was displayed.

[The Wanghao bond is not a government bond.]

[Defending the country is not about borrowing a country.]

New black and gold lettering then fell.

The fame gained in battle is not for others to judge.

boom!

The words "Night King" on the monument shattered on the spot.

Shen Ye pressed his sword back.

He was ultimately forced back half a step by the shock.

First stroke, catch it.

The second seat was expressionless.

"The second stroke."

He raised his sword once more.

This time, the nail sword did not pierce Shen Ye.

Instead, he slashed at the five beasts behind him.

Night Feather's wings trembled.

Zhu Jiu's vertical pupils contracted.

Longyuan blocked the way with both arms.

The Heavenly Punishment of Calamity and the Eye of Calamity lit up.

Gui Xu lowered his body and made a low sound from his throat.

The second stroke.

Ask about the contract.

The gray-white sword light split into five.

Each strike aimed at a specific pattern.

Second seat:

"Those who share a common pact, the wound of the beast is the wound of the master."

"Since we're traveling together, let's be buried together."

Five sword lights fell.

Night Feather and Black Sun were suppressed.

The Candlelight Realm was cut open.

The Dragon Abyss Bone Armor shattered.

Blood welled up in Jie Chen's forehead and eyes.

A gray streak appeared beneath Guixu's body, marking the end of his return journey.

Five bloody gashes simultaneously appeared on Shen Ye's chest.

The system detected an explosion.

[The second determination is underway: joint burial by mutual agreement.]

[The injuries sustained by the five beasts will be simultaneously recorded in the host's final name.]

The coffin chain is capturing the wounds of the pact.

Shen Ye raised his hand and pressed it against the bloodstain on his chest.

He did not sever the common understanding.

They did not order the five beasts to retreat.

"Concord is about walking together."

"Not to be buried alive with the deceased."

In the Night King's Codex, the Half Court Trial Certificate page lit up.

[A contract is not a lock.]

The master does not act as the swordsman.

[Shared injury is not a lock.]

Shen Ye raised his sword, and the blade swept across five streaks of gray-white sword light.

"We can share the burden of our injuries."

"I won't let you take my life too."

The new certificate has been issued.

Those who share the same profession should not be buried in the same coffin.

The five gray-white sword lights broke apart simultaneously.

The night feathers and the black sun rekindled.

The Nine Candlelight Realms merged.

Longyuan punched the side of the nail sword.

The calamity of heavenly punishment and the calamity of the eye pierced through the coffin imprint within the sword light.

Guixu gripped the gray mark and forcefully brought the path back to Shen Ye's feet.

"It's not lost."

The nail sword in Zhongming's hand trembled violently.

The second stroke, catch it.

The second seat finally squinted.

"The third stroke."

This sound fell.

Deep within Shenming Lake, all the gray-white coffin chains taut simultaneously.

Zhongming gripped the sword, its tip pointing towards Shen Ye's heart.

The third stroke is unadorned.

No name was asked.

There was no agreement.

It asked about death.

As the sword was thrust out, countless images suddenly appeared before Shen Ye's eyes.

Nanjiang Awakening Platform.

Night Feather hatches.

Trials for becoming a king.

Burial Beast Ridge.

Blood Gate.

Thunder Demon King Gate.

Beast King Ruins.

The order of the one who holds the crown.

The Garden of Ten Thousand Beasts.

One scene after another came to an end.

At the end of each scene, an extra gray-white tombstone appears.

The same sentence is written on the monument.

That's all.

The third stroke is to write the ending for all of Shen Ye's paths.

The system notification turned scarlet.

[The third step is being assessed: the unfinished path is forcibly terminated.]

[If the attack hits, all unfinished objectives of the host will be cut off by the Lake of Nameless Demise.]

[Warning: This cannot be countered by conventional defenses.]

The sword that would cost him his life was already at his chest.

Shen Ye did not dodge.

Instead, he took a step forward.

puff.

The nail-studded sword pierced his chest.

Blood flowed down the sword.

Night Feathers Cry Out.

The five beasts were about to charge forward at the same time.

Shen Ye raised his hand.

"Don't move."

He looked down at the gray-white nail-studded sword piercing his chest.

The myriad afterimages on the sword were surging wildly.

The second seat's voice was icy.

"You've won."

You lost.

Shen Ye looked up.

"Who says that accepting a sword means you have to lose?"

He grabbed the nailed sword that was piercing his chest.

Black gold king's blood flowed backwards along the sword.

It is not about encroaching on the lives of 10,000 people.

Instead, it illuminates the gray-white coffin nails deep within the sword's blade.

That nail was hidden behind ten thousand fading lights.

Pin ten thousand names.

Also, the third chain is secured.

Shen Ye finally saw it clearly.

The third chain is not ten thousand names.

It's a nail.

It was the nail used by the second seat to forcibly chain ten thousand people together into a coffin.

The Night King's Classics turned abruptly.

[There are not even ten thousand nails in the coffin. 】

The second seat's expression changed drastically.

"stop!"

Shen Ye tightened his grip.

"Determined."

"It's not about killing someone."

The second line of text begins.

[To kill the nail, not the name.]

His chest was pierced by a nail-studded sword, yet he did not retreat an inch.

A black and gold short sword materialized in his other hand.

Night Feather Black Sun Netherfire imbued the sword.

The nine candles of the underworld lock the nail shadows.

The Dragon Abyss Fighting King held his sword.

The calamity and divine punishment revealed the nail in the heart through the calamity's eye.

Guixu gripped the path behind the coffin nails, its voice muffled yet resolute.

"No nails allowed."

Shen Ye raised his sword.

On the empty face of the deceased, the two gray characters twisted for the first time.

[Final Name]

It turned into cracked ink.

Shen Ye slashed down with his sword.

Click!

The gray-white coffin nails broke.

It wasn't ten thousand shattered.

It was the nail that nailed Wanming, which Shen Ye forcibly severed from the center of the third chain.

The entire coffin chain convulsed violently.

Countless names lit up simultaneously on the chain.

They were not beheaded.

They were released.

The monuments at the bottom of the lake burst forth with unprecedented light.

One by one, broken pens flew out from the gray-white coffin chains and returned to their respective afterimages.

The nail sword in Zhongming's hand shattered inch by inch.

A black and gold sword mark appeared on its chest.

Then, it split open from head to toe.

The second seatman suddenly spat out a mouthful of gray blood.

A broken pen sprang from between the eyebrows, with a crack running through the entire pen body.

A system notification sounded.

The third coffin chain has broken.

[The second-place candidate's self-written final name was interrupted.]

[Second Seat Authority Resolution: 91%...96%]

[The final seal has loosened: 46%...72%.]

[New rule to refute: The number of coffin nails is not ten thousand.]

[New rule to refute: 'Severing the nail' does not mean 'severing the name.']

Shen Ye pulled out the remaining nailed sword from his chest.

Fresh blood dripped into the lake.

His face was slightly pale, but he stood very steadily.

The second seatmate looked up at him.

This time, there was no smile in his eyes.

Only a completely subdued killing intent.

"Shen Ye."

"You severed my three chains."

"But the last stroke is still in my pen."

A broken pen hung before him.

The black and gold pen tip was almost detached from the crack.

But just as Shen Ye was about to reach out and snatch the pen...

The gray-white coffin suddenly closed on its own.

On the coffin lid, a line of words that had never appeared before appeared.

[First bidder: The final transaction, worth a life.]

Shen Ye's eyes turned cold.

Above Shenming Lake.

The familiar illusory image of the coin slowly lit up.

The voice of the first seat came from outside the lake.

"The Night King"

"have not seen you for a long time."

"I'll buy this one first."