No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

These words were spoken with such sacredness and compassion that even Mu Zhixi herself was deeply moved.

As expected of me, my character is so noble.

The arrogant light and shadow remained silent for a moment, then burst into an even louder laugh.

"Change your mind? What makes you think you can change your mind?" As soon as the words fell, the giant golden eye in the sky turned again, its indifferent gaze locking onto the plaza below.

This time there was no giant hand, but all players' system panels started flashing wildly at the same time without warning.

[WARNING! WARNING! Unknown concept-level force interference detected!]

[Data link...buzzing...interrupted...]

[WARNING! This instance world is undergoing a...zzzz...forced fusion with an unknown space!]

A series of bright red garbled characters flooded everyone's screens like a waterfall, and the piercing alarm sounded as if it were about to tear their eardrums apart.

The eerie game system's usually cold and ruthless electronic synthesized voice now carried a hint of... panic?

Players were horrified to discover that the world before them was undergoing a dramatic transformation.

Space is stretched, twisted, and folded; distant buildings collapse like melting wax figures, only to be reassembled in an even more bizarre and fantastical way.

The dark red clouds in the sky completely dissipated, replaced by seven eerie curtains of different colors, like seven giant pieces of stained glass pieced together to form an unsettling dome.

This means... the entire instance has been destroyed?

No, that's not right!

The Blackwing player leader looked up sharply and saw countless new beams of light falling from the distorted sky, and hundreds and thousands of new players were thrown into the now unrecognizable square like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

New players have arrived? On such a large scale!

Mu Zhixi looked at the scene before her and nodded in satisfaction.

She had just quietly tested the Refinement to True Realm in her mind: "The difficulty of this Seven Deadly Sins dungeon is a bit too low, and with only a few players, the Faith Points are too few."

"Could you increase the difficulty a bit, add more dungeons and merge them together? And could you also give me a reasonable way to reveal my NPC identity?"

She had long discovered that her "fake-to-real" ability was unreliable, seemingly having a cooldown period and being completely unpredictable. She never expected it to be so effective this time.

Seeing the system panel on the verge of collapse due to her "wishes," Mu Zhixi felt a surge of mischievous pleasure.

Excellent, that's exactly the kind of panic that comes from having the system destroyed. That's what makes her the mastermind behind it all!

In that case, why not reasonably reveal the identities of NPCs and give players more of a sense of participation?

With high-ranking players frequently using pseudonyms, players will eventually become suspicious of her identity. Continuing to use the "Player Number One" persona to conceal her true identity would only seem deliberate.

Now that there are enough players and the stage is big enough, it's time for this "special native NPC" to start reaping the faith.

"Where is this? Aren't we in the 'Meat Mill' instance?"

"Damn it, is there a system error? Why am I being forced to teleport?"

"What are those things in the sky? Two suns?"

The hundreds of newly teleported players were thrown into chaos. They were struggling to survive in their respective seven-star or even eight-star dungeons when they were violently dragged to this strange place by an irresistible force.

What they saw truly startled them. The sky was divided by a strange curtain of seven colors, and a huge golden eye was indifferently watching everything from behind the clouds.

High in the sky, two figures exuding a terrifying aura confronted each other. On the plaza, the players who had arrived earlier were all silent, some kneeling and praying, others trembling.

[Urgent Notice: Due to unforeseen circumstances, the following seven instance worlds have been forcibly merged: 'The Court of Seven Sins,' 'The Flesh Mill,' 'The Weeping One in the Mirror,' 'The Upside-Down Gourmet Town,' and more!]

[The current dungeon level has been forcibly upgraded to: High-grade Eight-star!]

[WARNING: The Era of Conflict - Factional Battle Mode is now fully open. Because you are deeply involved in the power struggles between the top forces of the ancient era, all your dungeon runs will receive a final 2.5x bonus.]

Please try your best to live on.

Please strive to... die a more meaningful death.

Please try your best to please "them".

May you die a pleasant death.

The final blessing, cold and mocking, sent a chill down the spines of every player who saw it.

To please... "them"? High-grade eight stars?

Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the two figures in the sky.

Clearly, the "them" in the system announcement refers to these two.

Amidst the chaos, a figure in a rose-red dress stood out, and Yuexi was teleported over as well.

"Sister! Sister!" Ling Xi pushed through the crowd and stumbled towards her.

"I saw the one from the Holy Land you mentioned!" Ling Xi grabbed Yue Xi's arm, her little face full of "Praise me!" expressions.

"I've just joined the Sanctuary! Everything is going exactly as you said!"

"Furthermore, that strange game also gave me a hint that because I have an 'indirect blessing left by an unknown high-ranking being,' my favorability with the Sanctuary has increased from the start! I wonder what use it is."

Upon hearing this, Yuexi was taken aback.

Her previously lazy and casual demeanor vanished instantly. She grabbed Ling Xi's wrist with her other hand, her breath probing in to confirm that her sister was not injured before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuexi's signature red dress that accentuated her alluring figure was gone, replaced by a tailored ancient Greek-style rose gown.

Her long hair was also carefully braided into thin braids, hanging down between her collarbones, which made her less flamboyant and aggressive, and more mysterious and elegant.

"What just happened?" Yuexi asked calmly.

Ling Xi dared not delay and immediately recounted everything she had seen and heard after entering the instance.

From the falling golden wings to the appearance of the two faction panels, to the arrival of the "Pride" incarnation, and finally the appearance of the Holy Lord.

Yuexi listened quietly, her lowered eyelids concealing the emotions in her eyes.

"So that's how it is," Yuexi thought, connecting all the clues in her mind.

Han Yue and Shen Die once recounted the message unconsciously revealed by the goddess when she descended to Earth to save the world—the remnants of the old royal court and the lackeys of the Inquisition were about to appear.

She had thought those things were far removed from them, but now it seemed that the power struggles of these ancient forces were actually very close to them.

Not only is she fighting against external enemies like the Old Royal Court and the Inquisition, but she also has to deal with the "Seven Monarchs," who have split off from her and possess equally terrifying power—the evil gods that Miss Eileen refers to.

She must have just been on some unknown battlefield, engaged in a great battle with "arrogance" or some other enemy.

As for the players who came from other instances, their original instances were probably about to be affected, or even suffer a devastating blow, which is why they were teleported here.

Yes, that must be it.

In order to avoid harming innocent people and to prevent the real world or other instances from being drawn into this god-level battle, Miss Number One chose to forcibly transfer the battlefield to the already chaotic near-eight-star instance, "Seven Deadly Sins".

Number One is protecting these weak "lambs" in this way. She is already so weak, but she still stubbornly fulfills her duty as a "shepherd".

Having figured all this out, Yuexi fell silent.

That aloof goddess, who seemed to regard even a glance at a mortal as a blessing, had secretly borne so much in a corner unknown to anyone.