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

Far, far away in the depths of the abyss, a terrifying storm triggered by the leaderboard is just beginning to brew.

Deep within the Blood Sea Bone Palace, a special dungeon in the Nine Stars Realm, a colossal skeleton tens of thousands of feet tall suddenly opened its empty crimson eyes, its bone claws powerful enough to shatter stars, and frantically pounded at the void panel before it.

No matter how much power it used from the abyss, even if it evaporated the entire sea of ​​blood, the six-winged emblem on the flag hanging at its doorstep remained completely still.

"Damn it, what level of rule invasion is this? Even my battle flag has been transformed!"

The skeletal colossus let out a roar that shattered the void, and all the countless skeletal monsters in the entire instance prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling in fear.

It even tried to use its detection skills to trace the source of the modified logo, but all it got back was nothing.

An absolute being that doesn't even have a maximum health bar?

We can't afford to mess with them, we absolutely can't afford to mess with them.

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in dozens of top-tier, high-star dungeons. For the first time, those powerful and influential beings, who commanded respect even from the official staff of the multiverse server, experienced the fear of being completely at someone's mercy.

However, the center of this storm has strangely shifted to a very small number of forces that were not labeled as having six wings.

Located at the edge of the Star Sea, the Ember Howling Abyss is perpetually shrouded in dark matter that distorts the laws of physics. Today, however, it has been unusually graced by the projections of several extremely uninvited guests.

Before a massive round table made entirely of tormented souls sat three of the most prominent figures in the world of the supernatural.

The "Eater of All Forms," ​​with ninety mouths and a body like a mountain of rotting flesh, emitted indistinct gurgling sounds.

The "Lantern Judge," whose body was wrapped in rusty iron chains and who carried a lantern made of human skin, had a face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

Seated in the main seat was the "Apocalypse General," a collection of pure random rules.

These three are the only three top-tier leaders in the top 100 who have never experienced a break in their careers and who have never been labeled as having six wings.

In the past, they disliked each other and schemed against one another, but now they were able to meet peacefully.

"You two must have both noticed the changes on the list."

The voice of the doomsday general was shrill and hollow, making one's eardrums ache.

"Hmph, all ninety-seven of the top 100 powers have been forcibly branded with the same mark. How laughable." The Lantern Judge sneered, the ghostly flame inside the human skin lantern flickering violently.

"I sent my clone to investigate. That old skeleton of the Abyss Bone Throne can't even change his own panel. He's completely helpless."

These words made the atmosphere at the round table even more tense, with each of the three top-tier enigmatic figures harboring their own secrets.

They don't know what six wings represent. And having been perched high on their pedestals for so long, they simply don't bother to learn about the lives of those on the lower levels.

From their perspective, this was an unknown behemoth that existed longer and possessed far greater power than themselves, silently completing the cleansing of the strange realm.

"Those old guys have deep roots. I'd say they were probably subordinates of this six-winged power in ancient times, and they've just been summoned back by their master."

The judge with the lantern made what he considered the most reasonable deduction, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

The garbled code on the Doomsday General's body flickered violently, which was also his biggest worry. If the entire upper echelons of the strange world had been secretly ruled by that six-winged force, then what were the three of them?

Is he an outcast who doesn't fit in, or one of the next batch of orphans to be wiped out?

"We're all just here to play the game, and nobody wants their hard-earned wealth, built up over hundreds or thousands of years, to be uprooted." The Devourer of All Forms sighed in unison from its ninety mouths.

The strange world rules are simple: big fish eat small fish. If everyone around you is a fish caught in a net, you, a wild, fat fish, will be the most conspicuous target.

The three people present were not fools, and the roundtable fell silent, with no one willing to easily admit their weakness.

"I've heard that a kind of alliance protection pact has recently become popular. By simply adding a special emblem to the flag, a lot of unnecessary friction can be avoided."

The judge with the lantern was the first to break the deadlock, rubbing the corner of the table with his iron chain, his tone somewhat harsh.

The Doomsday General immediately understood, and the garbled code around him stabilized again. "Hmm, my void area is currently lacking a decorative pattern. I think that six-winged design is quite nice, it's very elegant."

The Devourer of All Forms swiftly brought up his faction panel. "Heh, since you two are in such high spirits, if I don't follow suit, it would seem like this old monster is out of touch with human relationships."

And so, on this dark round table that determined the future of the bizarre world, an extremely absurd scene unfolded.

The three top-tier eerie beings cautiously searched for the six-winged angel icon, their movements filled with probing and trepidation. They were afraid that if they pasted it crookedly or the size was wrong, their nonexistent master would find fault with it.

When the leaderboard was refreshed again, the players on the Myriad Races server went completely crazy.

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad! Every single one of the top 100 on the leaderboard is an appendage of the Six-Winged One!"

"I just used my divination skills to take a look, and it directly cost me a hundred years of my lifespan in exchange for a 'don't look directly at it' warning!"

"Why bother fighting? This six-winged force might as well just unify the world."

Various screenshots and videos circulated wildly on player forums, and Gu Wenzhou, as a senior insider of the Holy Domain, was directly regarded as a life mentor by millions of players.

Meanwhile, the instigator, Mu Zhixi, was comfortably leaning against the edge of the stone well, with the constant ringing of the system notifications that faith points had been deposited into her account. This huge sum of money came entirely from those bizarre powerful beings who scared themselves and players who overthought things.

She glanced casually at the updated leaderboard, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. "They're all added now? I thought it would take a few days."

This kind of cheat-like experience—being able to conquer most of the strange world without bloodshed simply by modifying the panel based on information asymmetry—is truly exhilarating.

Moreover, even if those mysterious discoverers find the truth and trace it through the internet, they will likely only become more convinced of their own absurd and invincible imagination when faced with an imaginary unit that doesn't even have a health bar.

Yuexi returned to her original spot with the Book of Truth, her gaze lingering on the silver-haired elf. She had just received an urgent secret report from the race's higher-ups, mentioning the dramatic changes in the World Rankings.

"Miss Eileen... the glory of the Sanctuary seems to be far more vast than I imagined."

Yuexi's voice was filled with barely suppressed fervor and awe; she was convinced that this must be the work of Her Majesty the Goddess.

Mu Zhixi raised her hand and fiddled with the silver hair by her ear.

"This is nothing more than a tiny speck of dust settling in the long course of history."

Before she could finish speaking, a huge, dark rift suddenly opened up in the sky above the battlefield of clan destiny, and a huge eyeball covered in blood vessels appeared from the rift, staring intently at the center of the field, its gaze finally landing on Eileen.