Eric gripped the yacht's wheel tightly as the vessel cut through the choppy waves, the salty spray stinging his face. The night sky above was a canvas of swirling clouds, occasionally pierced by distant lightning that reminded him of the eternal storm around Coiling Dragon Island. His mind raced faster than the boat, piecing together the chaos unfolding back in S-city. The abyss portal in the H-hospital township sinkhole wasn't just a random anomaly—it was a deliberate sabotage. That soldier, whoever he was, had unleashed those zombie-corruption birds to spark an apocalypse. But Eric's traps had turned the tide, harvesting F-grade abyss crystals like ripe fruit from a poisoned tree.The server notifications buzzed in his peripheral vision, a constant stream of [Player xxx joined the server] and [Digitization progress: 100%]. Earth was now fully under Terra's umbrella, an "instance" in the game's parlance. It meant he could intervene anywhere, but it also painted a bigger target on his

The relentless, perpetual rain that characterized Coiling Dragon Island during the peak of the Terra server’s digitization cycle continued its rhythmic beat against the reinforced glass dome of the mansion’s rooftop garden. Eric, dressed in simple black training gear, leaned against the cliffside railing, the humid, ozone-rich air heavy around him. The sun, a hazy disc behind the clouds, cast an ethereal golden mist over the elevated plateau, illuminating the chaotic beauty of his new home.Below, the water-level pavilion buzzed with activity. Mimi, his sister, was a whirlwind of motion, her laughter echoing off the damp rock faces as she levitated a dozen grapefruit-sized water orbs, her primary Water Manipulation skill leveling with every twirl. Grandfather Song Tu was on the opposing cliff face, his massive frame a silhouette against the eternal lightning, channeling bolts into a series of jagged rock formations, slowly forging them into crude, thunder-charged turrets. Grandmother D