CHAPTER 31: The global system announcement didn't just hang silently in the air; it vibrated through the marrow of every living being trapped inside Sector 4. The digital text of the upcoming tournament pulsed with an authoritative, metallic violet light that turned the blood-slicked asphalt of the mall courtyard into a glowing stage. Cold light cast long, dramatic shadows against the cracked walls, reflecting off the shattered armor plates of the fallen elves. Mark Shola slowly released his grip on the interface screen with a smooth swipe of his hand. His vertical green pupils dilated, settling back into calm, calculating golden rings. He turned his gaze toward the massive iron-wood forests that had overwritten the city's concrete skyscrapers a mile away. The towering redwoods hummed with an ancient energy that was actively drawing the atmospheric mana toward a singular point in the forest center. "Live-streamed deathmatch," Mark murmured, his voice flat and empty of any fear. "Th

CHAPTER 33: ​The air pressure in the Grand Plaza Mall’s central promenade didn't just drop; it completely shattered.​As Mark stepped out of the basement elevator, a deafening, sky-splitting roar rattled the structural pillars of the building. The massive glass skylight overhead—already cracked from previous battles—shattered entirely into a rain of thousands of glittering shards.​Dropping through the newly formed opening were three massive shadows, their wingspans stretching over fifty feet. They were covered in jagged, obsidian-hard scales that burned with a sickening green chemical fire, and their reptilian eyes pulsed with raw malice.​[WARNING: S-RANK FACTION MONSTERS DETECTED]​Species: Elvoria Elder Wyvern (S-Rank Calamity Class)​Level: 12 | Combat Power: 420 each​Passive Active: [Acidic Firefall] — All physical structures within the combat zone suffer 50 points of continuous deterioration damage per second.​The three Elder Wyverns perched

​CHAPTER 34: ​The twenty-four-hour system countdown clock did not fade when it hit zero; it violently shattered into a shower of purple digital sparks that rained down across the entire landscape of Sector 4.​[GLOBAL SYSTEM LIVE-STREAM ACTIVE]​Event Commenced: [THE FUSED KING'S TOURNAMENT — DEATHMATCH PHASE]​Location: Sovereign Domain Arena (Center of Iron-Wood Forest)​Broadcast Feed: ONLINE (Viewing Population: 1.2 Billion Users Across United Sectors)​Human Faction Team: 1. Mark Shola, 2. Gideon Cross, 3. Rebecca Vance​System Directive: Transporting registered participants to center stage... NOW!​Pillars of translucent violet light descended through the shattered roof of the Grand Plaza Mall, wrapping around Mark’s body like cylinders of solid glass. He didn't tense. His hands remained casually tucked deep inside his jacket pockets, his face a smooth mask of cold indifference.​Beside him, the three heads of his truck-sized Underworld Cer

​CHAPTER 37: ​The morning sun of the new, fused Earth didn’t rise with its usual pale yellow light. Instead, it pierced through the alien canopy as a sharp, emerald-tinted glare, casting long, distorted geometric shadows across the Grand Plaza Mall courtyard.​The modern concrete highways that once connected the city center were completely gone, forcefully crushed and rewritten by massive, twisting roots of three-hundred-foot-tall iron-wood redwoods. The air was hyper-saturated with ancient primal energy, tasting sharply of pine needles, copper, and raw elemental mana.​Mark Shola stood at the threshold of the mall’s shattered southern loading gates. His hands were tucked casually into his jacket pockets, his golden human eyes scanning the endless wall of green timber before him. With his new passive trait, [The Tyrant’s Taxation], active, a constant, faint stream of golden numbers fluctuated at the corner of his reticle—automatically harvesting ten percent of every sys

​CHAPTER 39: ​The fifty-foot wooden palisade gates of the Elvoria Fortified Node did not just break; they dissolved under a wave of absolute, catastrophic pressure.​Mark stood entirely still on the limestone path, his hands casually tucked deep back into his jacket pockets as the emerald glowing barrier of the Realm Shield flickered violently overhead. The system’s 40% damage-reduction code was completely useless against a direct, physical assault from Mark’s newly evolved Tier 2 land vanguard.​"Sly. World-Crushing Coil," Mark commanded flatly through the telepathic network.​Hiss!​The forty-five-foot body of the Abyssal Jormungandr shot forward like an armored battering ram. Sly wrapped his massive, matte-black volcanic armor plates completely around the base of the primary wooden watchtower, his muscles tightening with a force multiplied by five hundred percent.​CRUNCH! CRUNCH!​The thick iron-wood logs, which could easily withstand heavy human art