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

Eileen's ambiguous words once again plunged Yuexi into deep thought.

Meanwhile, Mu Zhixi had already focused some of her attention on the other side of Blue Star. It was time for her two newly arrived, expensive disguises to begin their performance.

At that very moment, the entire Blue Star server underwent an unprecedented upheaval.

"Rumble—" The earth groaned in agony as a massive tectonic shift, far more intense than the last "meteor shower," swept across the globe.

Inside the office of the Holy Land Blue Star headquarters, Wen Gu and Shen Die were so startled by the sudden earthquake that they almost lost their footing before they could even react to the arrival of the "new master".

Shen Die and Wen Gu staggered to the French windows, and the scene before them was one they would never forget.

The sky was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable black fog, completely swallowing the sun's radiance and plunging the world into darkness.

Within the churning black mist, bizarre structures that only exist in players' nightmares are slowly emerging from the void.

They are like ferocious beasts, tearing apart the canvas of reality and forcibly embedding their massive bodies into the land of Earth.

The meat grinder of the meat mill cast a huge shadow over the city, the neon signs of the upside-down gourmet town flickered with an eerie light, and the cries of the weeping people in the mirror seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

A bizarre game has begun!

[Announcement: The closed beta testing phase of the Blue Star server has ended, and the "All-Out Survival" mode is officially launched.]

A cold, electronic sound echoed in the minds of every human being on Earth.

The entire human race on Earth will be divided into 10000 war zones, each with a population of approximately one million.

[Warzone Rules: Survive in a bizarre, all-out invasion environment. Earn survival points by completing missions and eliminating monsters. The warzone wins when its total points reach 10 billion or when the death rate exceeds 99.99%.]

[Victory Reward: Survivors of the warzone will receive official player status on the 'All Races Server', representing the human race of Blue Star in the Epoch War.]

[Failure Penalty: The war zone will be completely devoured by higher-level monsters, transforming into a new monster instance.]

May you all die a pleasant death.

A bizarre game has descended upon us?!

Before everyone could recover, at that moment, dozens of dispatchers, led by Number 87, secretly floated in mid-air, looking down at the chaotic crowd below with varying expressions.

"SS-level aura... The bizarre strength of the Blue Star test server is a bit too outrageous." A newly recruited dispatcher couldn't help but mutter.

It had performed missions on other races' beta servers, and the ultimate bosses on those servers were at most SS-level.

But on Blue Star, the number of dispatchers alone is far more than just this group.

"No need for nonsense," Number 87 glanced at him coldly. "Do you think we're facing an ordinary newbie server? This is where His Majesty once stood, the birthplace of the Holy Land. The special nature of this place is beyond your comprehension."

It paused for a moment, then said, "This is not a disaster, but a tempering furnace personally set up by the superiors to curry favor with His Majesty. Only by experiencing the baptism of blood and fire can one be qualified to follow in His footsteps."

As soon as the words were spoken, two completely different beams of light descended from the sky.

"Welcome to our two special envoys!" Number 87 and the other dispatchers immediately concealed their presence and reacted in just 0.1 seconds, respectfully flying forward.

"Your Majesty commands." The Silver-Crowned Angel, managed by the system, merely glanced at them indifferently, its gaze devoid of any warmth and made no attempt to conceal its presence. "The main force of the Royal Court has been blocked outside the boundary. You need not worry; simply focus on dealing with this trial."

"Your Majesty has just awakened and is still recovering from old injuries, while the other monarchs are taking the opportunity to provoke you. Your Majesty is in a difficult position and has yet to issue a summons."

The angel's words came to an abrupt halt. She merely turned her head slightly, and a complex, indescribable emotion seemed to flash in her golden eyes.

Old wounds not yet healed? The other monarchs?

Dispatcher No. 87 exchanged glances with a group of eerie high-ranking officials. They instantly recalled the earth-shattering "meteor shower" not long ago, a miracle that involved personally shattering a star.

It turns out that Her Majesty had been carrying an old injury all along. She forced herself to fight for Blue Star, which caused her old injury to flare up and leave her weak.

The goddess, with her compassionate heart and boundless love, has always sheltered them from the wind and rain, even bearing their burdens...

Having figured this out, the awe and worship of the goddess by Number 87 and the other strange beings instantly reached a new level.

Your Majesty, you have truly gone to great lengths.

"The betrayal of the Inquisition disrupted our plans, but it was also within Your Majesty's expectations," the angel continued in his calm tone, bringing up a setting that Mu Zhixi herself had almost forgotten.

"Thank you for your guidance, Your Excellency. We understand." Dispatcher No. 87 bowed deeply. "We will do our utmost to assist the human race of Blue Star in passing the trial and will never fail Your Majesty's expectations."

In their view, this was no longer a simple game, but a matter of utmost importance concerning the dignity of the Holy Land and whether they could leave a good impression on His Majesty.

The angel said nothing more; she simply hovered quietly in the air, her holy light shining down as if silently watching over this land.

The silver-armored judge beside her remained silent throughout, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the long whip, and the occasional flash of silver electricity at the whip tip, were enough to terrify any ill-intentioned person.

For a time, players reached a strange consensus—to do their best to complete this "game" and turn it into a "performance" to be dedicated to the goddess.

For Blue Star players, this game is the best way to prove their worth.

Mu Zhixi, far away on the battlefield of the clan's destiny, was quite satisfied with the soaring faith value on her panel and the "script" automatically generated by the system.

"Not bad, this AI-powered hosting function is quite intelligent, even smoother than the one I programmed myself."

Mu Zhixi highly praised the system's "free play," especially the line "The old wound hasn't healed yet, it's simply the finishing touch."

This perfectly explains her potential "slacking off" behavior and provides an excellent reason for her to "extract" players' faith points in the future.

Looking at the long string of zeros after the Faith Value, Mu Zhixi even found the players in the distance who were still arguing about "to kill or not to kill" much more agreeable.

Just as Mu Zhixi was about to continue watching the show, the [Holy Domain·Myriad Laws Stone Tablet] that she had placed in the middle of the field suddenly rippled.

A line of writing appeared out of nowhere on the stone tablet.

"Darling, you've been playing with those boring little things again and forgotten about me? There's no need to find other playmates, why don't you... play with me instead?"

Mu Zhixi: "...?"

She knew that there was someone who had turned a fake into a real person and was interfering. None of the "seven emotions and six desires" that had split off were easy to deal with. What was going on with this strong sense of flirting?