The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Screw the top experts!!

That's a lord-level monster!!!

They now finally understood why Pangu had been so hesitant and silent before.

That's not dullness, nor is it stupidity.

That was a lord-level monster, struggling to adapt to the clamor of a swarm of ants!

Pan Gu slowly turned around, looking down at the group of people he had pinned to the ground, unable to move.

He no longer hid his presence.

"I find people like you disgusting."

His voice echoed throughout the square, carrying a disgust that came from the depths of his soul.

"She clearly doesn't like me, but she insists on pretending to be close to me."

"Nausea!"

The last word struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

After saying that, Pan Gu didn't look at them again and flicked his wrist slightly.

The bone chain pinning Li Hu instantly turned into specks of white light and dissipated into the air.

Pan Gu retracted the bone chain, turned around, and strode away.

Until Pangu's imposing figure completely disappeared at the end of the ruins, leaving no trace of his outline.

The terrifying pressure, capable of crushing souls, quietly dissipated like the receding tide.

Air can then be inhaled back into the lungs.

The crowd, slumped on the ground like dying fish thrown ashore, gasped for breath, greedily inhaling every drop of air tinged with blood and dust.

My lungs were burning with pain, and every breath strained all the muscles in my body, causing them to protest with aches and pains.

After a long while, someone's fingertips trembled slightly as they used their elbows to prop up their heavy upper body.

Then came the second, and the third.

A group of people gradually sat up, looking at each other, their faces filled with the bewilderment and shock of surviving a disaster.

That feeling just now...

That feeling of being completely enveloped by death, with even your soul trembling, was so real.

It was so realistic that they wondered if they were actually in a game world.

If this is a game, then it's terrifying.

if......

Isn't this a game?

The moment the thought popped into everyone's head, it was instinctively extinguished by everyone.

Do not!

impossible!

This is absolutely impossible... I'm completely terrified.

As expected of an officially selected product.

This game is so well made, so realistic...

In the dead silence, Zheng Yijie's chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at his incompetent subordinates.

That suppressed rage exploded the moment the oppressive aura disappeared!

"waste!"

"idiot!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

"A fool who deserves to be documented in a museum!"

Zheng Yijie suddenly leaped up from the ground, rushed to the nearest teammate, and kicked him.

"A bunch of good-for-nothing trash!"

Zheng Yijie gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging and twisting, looking like a madman.

"I told you all a long time ago! Be polite to him! Be respectful! Did you fucking ignore me?!"

"A bunch of idiots! They can't even handle such a small thing!"

Zheng Yijie's roar echoed across the empty square, piercing and sharp.

The teammate he kicked down was curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach, his face contorted in pain, but he didn't dare to utter a single word.

The rest of the people, including Xiaolu, all kept their heads down and didn't dare to breathe.

regret.

Endless regret.

That regret was like a poison that instantly seeped into the hearts of each of them, corroding their reason.

You should have said so earlier!

Why didn't you say this guy was this strong sooner!

Everyone was screaming wildly in their hearts.

If only I had known earlier that he was a lord-level monster with a combat power of 84,000.

Let alone being polite to him, they would gladly treat him like their own father!

That's a combat power of over 84,000!

Not eight hundred, not eight thousand!

It's 84,000!!!

This number is an incredibly heavy mountain, pressing down on everyone's hearts and making it hard for them to breathe.

I don't know if it's fear or regret.

Everyone's mouths were open, but no sound could be made.

If you establish a good relationship with the other party from the beginning.

With such a terrifying being as a backer, what are the Burial Grounds and the Skeleton Rippers compared to this guy?

Do not!

By then, what place in the entire Wasteland Era will they be unable to go?

Source Crystal?

Gene therapy?

Rare materials?

Then you can have as many as you want.

Almost there...

It was just a tiny bit short...

Let them become billionaires...

If only I could latch onto the biggest leg in the entire server!

They could even picture the future, with the Bone King leading the way and countless spirits bowing in submission.

They followed behind, and the rare resources scattered everywhere were at their disposal.

The results of it?

The opportunity was right in front of me, but I didn't cherish it.

This is even more unacceptable to them than not having had a chance in the first place.

All of this vanished because of that brainless idiot Li Hu's comment about "mentally challenged children."

Thinking of this, when everyone looked at the dark red bloodstain that had already mixed with the dust, they felt no sympathy, only deep-seated resentment.

Good riddance!

That idiot deserved to die!

It doesn't matter if he dies alone, but he cut off everyone's source of income!

"President...we don't know him either...he's a monster..."

Finally, someone mustered up the courage to quietly offer a defense.

His voice carried an undisguised sense of grievance.

"Yes, who would have thought?"

Another person immediately echoed, their voice filled with resentment.

"Who would have thought that a lord-level super boss, with nothing better to do, would disguise himself as an ordinary person and come here to play house with us?"

These words immediately resonated with everyone.

Yup!

Can we blame them entirely for this?

Who with a normal mindset would think of this?

This is like an emperor suddenly having a whim and going to the countryside to play farming with a bunch of peasants.

As a result, the peasants complained that he was clumsy and drove him away.

Where can I go to seek justice?

Thinking about this, I can't help but want to ask the game planner a question.

What's going on in the head of the game's planner?

Should I rely on a defense?

Is it possible to manipulate people's hearts like this?

Unfortunately, they missed their chance.

If given another chance, everyone swore they would never make the same mistake again.

They would treat Pangu like an ancestor.

They treated every word he uttered as a sacred decree, and interpreted every unintentional action of his with three hundred different meanings to praise him.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs"...

Just as everyone was immersed in a complex mix of regret and self-justification.

Click—!

A subtle yet distinct sound of bones grinding together suddenly rang out.

The voice was very soft, yet it was like a needle, instantly piercing through everyone's chaotic thoughts.

Then came the sound of bones grinding together more and more.

Click...

Click click...

The sounds came from all directions, as dense as the drops of rain before a downpour.

Everyone turned their heads sharply, their pupils contracting suddenly.

On the plaza, the undead creatures that had been kneeling and worshipping their king slowly stood up.

Bone Guards, Bone Rippers, and thousands upon thousands of skeletons...

In their empty eye sockets, the eerie blue soul fire reignited, and burned even brighter than before.

They all turned their stiff heads in unison, and the focus of all the soul fire was directed towards them.