I started by enhancing cancer cells and uniquely obtained the Godhood Sequence.

"Whoa!"

The surrounding crowd erupted in cheers.

Because in the eyes of all the White Ghost Clan members, the white light that descended from the sky cleaved their once unapproachable White Ghost King in two with a single strike.

Right before their eyes, the White Demon King, with his pupils wide open, split in two and fell to either side.

"Bang—"

"Critical hit! One-hit kill!"

As the kill notification floated above his corpse, the figure of Elder Addison reappeared in everyone's sight.

He held a white demon-style blade in his hand, calmly placed it on the ground, and murmured:

"Byakugan, let me end all of this."

The first White Demon King, with the White Eyes?

The surrounding White Ghost tribesmen looked at each other, puzzled.

Even the princes and nobles did not understand the long-standing grudge between the elders and the first White Ghost King.

All they knew was that the White Ghost King was dead, so—

[World Announcement: The White Demon King has fallen. Please select a new race representative to participate in the Battle of All Races.]

[WARNING! WARNING! Only three minutes remain for the selection process in the Battle of All Races. Please make your selection carefully, otherwise you will be randomly assigned to a battlefield!]

[Warning! Warning! The War of All Races...]

【…】

The continuous notifications immediately woke all the White Ghosts.

Yes, the White Ghost King is dead, so who will choose the battlefield of all races?

Even the feudal lords and princes who longed for change were somewhat bewildered at this moment.

They originally thought the battle would end after the battlefield selection, but they didn't expect Addison to be so powerful that he killed the Domain Realm expert, White Ghost King, in just a few minutes.

What should we do now?

Who is qualified to represent the White Demon Clan and conquer the battlefield of all races?

The princes and nobles looked at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw the burning desire for power.

However, just as everyone was struggling with their decision, Addison, who had severed the White Demon King's head with a single stroke, leaped back into the sky, looking down at the countless White Demon players. His hoarse voice echoed through the air:

"The White Demon King is dead, a new king shall rise!"

"I desire the throne; what do you all think?"

After speaking, his gaze swept over the group of princes and dukes standing on the periphery.

Apart from the White Ghost King, most of the most powerful members of the White Ghost Clan are here at this moment.

Re-elect the white race's representatives; they all have the right to vote.

The princes and dukes curled their lip, "Why should we choose you?"

We are all descendants of the newly appointed White Ghost Clan. Even if our blood ties are not as deep now, we are still among the most noble people in the White Ghost Clan, apart from the royal family.

The lineage of the White Ghost King is wiped out; it's their turn now!

To be honest, even if Addison killed the White Ghost King, these feudal lords did not believe that he was qualified to succeed to the throne. It should have been one of them who succeeded him.

Addison narrowed his eyes, seemingly sensing their thoughts, and gave a sinister laugh:

"A transparent world—open!"

The domain technique unfolded once again, almost enveloping everyone present.

Countless white-robed assassins instinctively raised their weapons and assumed defensive stances, while some even immediately went into hiding.

But they discovered that hiding was completely useless.

That feeling of being pricked by thorns, sitting on pins and needles, and having a fishbone stuck in my throat is still there.

It felt as if someone was holding a knife to their neck, heart, or other vital points, giving them a sense of impending doom, as if they could go to hell with the White Demon King at any moment.

Even the feudal lords and princes were no exception.

They were terrified, feeling as if they were about to die.

Fortunately, Addison did not immediately begin a massacre among the army, but instead stared at them menacingly.

"I vote for you!"

One of the feudal lords, unable to withstand the pressure, immediately raised his hand and spoke.

Once one precedes another, the remaining feudal lords also spoke up:

"Me too!"

"Talk it out, don't resort to violence!"

"Haha, we're all of the same race, please don't continue fighting!"

"That's right, Elder Addison is a meritorious official of our clan. Who would dare to object to your succession to the throne!?"

"..."

What a joke! They can even kill the White Ghost King, let alone them?

They may not be afraid of open rivals, but they dare not offend a top-tier White Ghost assassin.

Even if they manage to force the enemy back with their superior numbers, it's hard to guarantee that the enemy won't go into hiding and assassinate them.

They were more worried about their own lives than about the throne they had never sat on.

With almost all the princes and nobles voting in unison, the new racial representative of the White Ghost Clan was quickly confirmed.

[Note: Congratulations to player Addison for becoming the new representative of the White Ghost Clan! Please select the Battlefield of All Races!]

Addison looked at the prompts on the system panel with satisfaction.

The time wasted just now means there's less than half a minute left before the selection time for the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.

Instead of immediately operating the battlefield map on the golden scroll, he quickly moved his slender fingers across the interface.

A few seconds later, the entire White Demon Clan received another world announcement notification from within the White Demon Clan:

[World Announcement 1: Race Agent Addison has sworn an oath to the Blue Star Human Race; the White Demon Race is now subordinate to the Blue Star Human Race!]

[World Announcement 2: The White Demon Clan has been detected as a subordinate race of the Blue Star Human Race. They have been automatically locked into the high-level battlefield: The Forgotten Ancient Gods Battlefield.]

……

The princes and nobles below stared wide-eyed at the figure in the air, all frozen in place.

Ah? ? ?

Questions arose in their minds, and they subconsciously thought they had misread or misheard.

It wasn't until they rubbed their eyes and checked the world announcement displayed on the system several times that they were sure they weren't seeing things.

Have we become a subjugated race of Earth?

They stared in disbelief at Addison under the moonlit night sky, their expressions filled with bewilderment.

Why?!

They all wanted to ask this question.

However, Addison had already provided the answer in advance. He fully unfolded the Transparent World, completely enveloping the White Demon Kings within it, and his voice reached everyone's ears:

"As you can see, the path of evolution for the White Demon clan lies in my hands, and the one who bestowed upon me this domain technique..."

"That's my master, Lin Mo!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone, whether ordinary White Ghost players or princes and nobles, wore expressions of utter disbelief, as if asking, "What are you talking about?"

"Lin Mo is merely a human, and a new player who has just entered the Eternal Kingdom. What does he know about domain skills? What does he know about assassination!"

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

"Fine, fine, I just gave you the position of clan leader, and this is how you play?!"

"Damn Addison, I just trusted you! You're even more absurd than the White Ghost King!"

"No, you've chosen your master, but why push the White Demon Clan into the fire pit of a high-level battlefield? What are your intentions?!"

"..."

Hearing the cacophony of voices around him, Addison frowned slightly.

It was obvious that this group of White Ghosts was not him, and they could not fully understand his behavior of submitting to Lin Mo for the sake of the domain.

At the same time, a cold voice rang in his ears:

"If that's the case, then kill them."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Mo's figure appeared in the sky above the White Ghost Army.

"A Transparent World: Hunting!"

The next moment, tens of millions of white ghosts felt a chill, as if their bodies were sinking into a swamp, and then countless thorny brambles wrapped around their bodies.

The palpable killing intent pierced their bodies, causing them excruciating pain, as if it could take their lives at any moment.

Under the moonlight, Lin Mo's blood-red wings, like the scythe of death, were fully unfurled, and his cold voice resounded throughout the arena:

"Those who disobey will die."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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