​CHAPTER 1: ​The crimson countdown timer bleeding through the clouds hit zero, and reality shattered.​It wasn't a sudden explosion, but a slow, agonizing tearing of space. The sky above the city didn't merely darken; it cracked open like brittle glass, exposing a swirling violet void beneath. Inside the Grand Plaza Mall, the morning rush turned into an absolute slaughterhouse in seconds.​Jagged, dark portals ripped through the air directly in front of luxury boutiques and perfume kiosks. From these spatial tears, hideous, green-skinned goblins carrying rusted daggers tumbled out. They let out high-pitched, mocking shrieks, instantly butchering anyone within reach. Blood splattered across polished white marble floors, mingling with dropped shopping bags, shattered glass, and the desperate screams of thousands.​Inside Creature Comforts, a luxury pet store on the ground floor, seven survivors scrambled frantically to stay alive. They slammed the heavy security gates shut, barricading

​CHAPTER 3: ​Instead of rushing blindly out into the blood-splattered corridors of the Grand Plaza Mall, Mark turned back toward the shattered display cases of Creature Comforts. The air was thick with copper, smoke, and the faint, sweet smell of spilled pet shampoo. He knew the mall layout intimately, and he knew that out there, pure chaos reigned.​Screams echoed from the upper levels, punctuated by the heavy, rhythmic thuds of structural pillars collapsing under the weight of incoming portals. If he wanted to survive long-term and exact his revenge on Mr. Shola, one beast would not be enough. A true master needed an army.​His analytical gaze fell upon the exotic reptile section at the far end of the store. Most of the glass terrariums had shattered during the initial shockwaves, leaving small lizards and colorful corn snakes slithering frantically across the rubble. But one thick, industrial-grade tank remained intact, half-buried under a fallen drywall beam. Inside, coiled tight

​CHAPTER 5: ​Mark stepped through the bubbling puddle of corroding goblin remains, his sneakers clicking softly against the marble floor. Shadow walked closely at his left hip, his midnight-black fur slick with dark monster blood that slowly dissolved under the heat of his phantom embers. On his right, Sly slithered with a heavy, metallic scrape, his toxic green eyes fixed directly on Mr. Shola through the shattered storefront.​The two remaining Orc Warriors, realizing they were outmatched but driven by primal battle rage, let out a desperate, echoing roar. Raising their heavy iron maces, they charged straight at Mark from both sides.​"Sly, hold the left one. Shadow, take the right," Mark commanded, his voice level. He didn't slow his pace or even glance in their direction.​Sly’s massive, eighteen-foot body whipped forward like a leather strap. He wrapped his thick coils around the first Orc before the monster could even swing its weapon. [Corrosive Constriction] activated instant

​CHAPTER 7: ​The air in the Central Fountain Square grew thick enough to choke on. The weight of Trogon the Desolator’s aura felt like an iron blanket pressing down on everyone’s chests. Inside the jewelry store, several survivors collapsed to their knees, gasping for breath as their faces turned pale from oxygen deprivation. The Baron-Class Orc Overlord did not merely represent a high level; it represented an entirely higher tier of existence.​CLANG.​Trogon took a massive step forward, his iron-plated boot crushing a concrete dolphin statue into powder. The red runes etched across his heavy armor flared with a sickening, bloody light. He raised his twin-bladed executioner's axe, the dark purple energy around the blades hissing like angry hornets. He ignored the cowering humans inside the store. His blood-red eyes were locked entirely on Mark and the three mythical variant beasts arrayed before him.​To a creature born for war, only power mattered.​[SYSTEM ALERT]​Enemy Boss 'Trog

​CHAPTER 9: ​The moment Trogon the Desolator’s massive body went entirely cold, a metallic screech echoed throughout the Grand Plaza Mall. The heavy, reinforced emergency shutters that had sealed all the entrance gates and parking garage exits slowly ground upward, letting in the dim, ash-filtered light of the outside world.​But along with the daylight came a massive global system prompt, flashing directly into the minds of every living human on Earth.​[GLOBAL SYSTEM NOTICE]​The First Regional Area Boss of Sector 4 has been cleared!​Feature Unlocked: Global Leaderboard​Status: Regional Rankings for Sector 4 (Human Faction) are now visible to all users.​Mark narrowed his eyes as a new tab appeared on his blue holographic interface. He swiped his hand, opening the ranking screen.​[Sector 4 Leaderboard: Top 5]​1. Mark Shola — Class: Beast Master | Level: 5 (Combat Power: 310)​2. Gideon Cross — Class: Shadow Assassin | Level: 3 (Combat Power: 115)​3. Rebecca Vance — Class: Holy