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

A piercing pain shot through me.

But the Weaver Queen's face remained completely expressionless.

With a slight movement, she crossed the kilometer-long distance once again and arrived in front of the Eagle Master once more.

Blood was still dripping down the hem of her skirt.

"Senior Eagle Master." The Weaver of Fate's voice remained neither humble nor arrogant, even though her wounds were still bleeding, her tone still carried that eerie gentleness: "This humble woman naturally knows that I am not qualified."

She paused, then slowly raised her head. Her blood-stained face was framed by eyes that calmly met the Eagle Master's murderous gaze.

"But my master does."

The entire room fell silent.

"I only offered this kind advice because I was once a member of the Netherworld and out of a sense of past friendship," Empress Weaving Fate continued, her tone always gentle.

The murderous intent in the Eagle Master's sharp eagle eyes suddenly froze, then turned into undisguised astonishment.

"Owner?"

Eagle Master's brows furrowed tightly, and his voice suddenly rose: "You actually acknowledge someone as your master?!"

absurd.

That's absolutely ridiculous!

The Eagle Master was filled with confusion.

What is the concept of a King-level life form?

Those were the top-tier powerhouses who emerged from countless battles and mastered the rules of a region!

Such a person has arrogance etched into every bone of their being.

In the Netherworld, a place where the strong prey on the weak, it is common for those in lower positions to depend on those in higher positions.

But once you cross that threshold and possess the strength of a king, you will have absolute dignity.

You must know that even though he has undergone two rebirths and is the strongest being standing at the very peak of the Netherworld!

Although he had gathered a group of king-level experts under his command, those people were at most vassals or guest advisors!

No king would ever set aside all his pride and humble himself to admit that he was someone's "servant"!

Not to mention openly using the word "master".

This is like trampling your lifeline and dignity into the mud!

"What's wrong with you, you crazy woman..." Eagle Master gritted his teeth, his gaze shifting back and forth over the Weaver of Fate as if it were a physical object.

He was sensing the flow of energy within her body.

next second.

Eagle Master's eye socket muscles tensed abruptly, his eyes filled with utterly horrified disbelief.

"You..." Eagle Master pointed at the Weaver of Fate, his voice trembling, whether from anger or disbelief, it was hard to tell.

"Your aura is incomplete... You even surrendered a portion of your divine soul essence?!"

At this moment, the group of king-level monsters standing behind the Eagle Master fell into a brief silence, followed by a tremendous uproar.

"Are you crazy? Handing over your very soul's essence?"

"Once you hand over your soul and essence, your life and death are completely in someone else's hands! They only need to utter a single thought to annihilate you, body and soul!"

After a brief moment of shock, came extremely harsh mockery.

"Hahahaha! I thought this woman was so proud, the first one to come to this wretched place, but it turns out she's just here to be the mount of these natives!" A monster with two horns and its body engulfed in eerie green flames laughed wildly.

"Willing to debase himself, even if he is not a true king, a dignified quasi-king, he actually handed over his essence to become a slave just to save his life."

"Why don't you acknowledge me as your master? If you do, at least I won't let you embarrass yourself in this situation."

A barrage of insults and foul language rained down on the Weaver of Fate.

These king-level monsters felt their dignity had been violated and were extremely disgusted by this self-degrading behavior.

The Weaver of Fate hovered silently in mid-air, listening to the waves of mockery behind her.

She wasn't angry at all.

Instead, she felt a pity for her, as if she were looking at an idiot.

A group of frogs in a well who have never seen the world.

You guys don't know anything!

Is it shameful to relinquish one's true nature? Is it pathetic to be a servant?

That depends on who you're serving as a servant to!

What if he is someone's future god...?

The image of that man who arbitrarily wielded any power flashed through the mind of the Weaver of Fate.

To control a power is to be king.

But that guy is a monster; he even has control over space and time.

What is so-called royal dignity in the face of such incomprehensible and overwhelming power?

Absolutely worthless!

"Have you all shouted enough?"

The Weaver of Fate gently flicked the blood off her fingers.

She showed absolutely no discomfort from the humiliation, her chin slightly raised, her tone carrying a pride that these monsters could not possibly comprehend.

"It is my honor to serve my master."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The mocking voices behind her stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed her by the throat, and all the monsters looked at her as if she were a lunatic.

But the Eagle Commander standing at the very front did not laugh.

His expression went from initial surprise to seriousness, and finally to complete realization.

wrong.

Eagle Master stared intently at the utterly composed expression on the face of the Weaver of Fate.

He doesn't know much about the Weaver Girl anymore.

But he understood the dignity of being a king.

Once you reach the King level, will someone use force to make you willingly become a slave?

To make her lose all shame, willingly kneel down and acknowledge him as her master, and even feel honored...

lure.

A terrifying temptation so great that it would make her give up her freedom and dignity!

The Eagle Master's eyes sharpened instantly.

"I understand." The Eagle Master gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl like a wild beast spotting its prey: "There's only one possibility that could make you willingly acknowledge me as your master."

The monsters behind them quieted down and all looked at the Eagle Master.

Eagle Master raised his hand, pointing to the human city below, but his eyes were fixed on the face of the Weaver of Fate.

"The treasure we've gone to such lengths to find is real."

Eagle Master's breathing became heavy, and an uncontrollable, insane greed welled up in his eyes.

"And... that supreme treasure is with your so-called master, isn't it?"

The Eagle Master instantly understood everything.

Only by obtaining that supreme treasure that can reverse the rules can one possess the power to make quasi-king-level monsters bow down in submission!

A king may not acknowledge another king as his master, but he will bow down to God.

Dozens of terrifying gazes from king-level beings instantly turned crimson.

The temperature high in the air was scorching hot from this sudden surge of greed.

The Weaver Queen looked at her fellow countrymen, who had been completely consumed by greed.

The polite pretense on her face gradually faded away.

Noncommittal.

She neither admitted nor denied it.

"No comment." The Weaver Queen's voice turned completely cold, and she slowly spread her arms.

Her pure white long dress fluttered in the wind, and beneath the hem, countless shimmering spider silk threads, each shimmering with a genetic sequence pattern, spread out like living tentacles, weaving a massive, sky-covering spider web behind her.

"But I'll give you one last piece of advice: leave now."

The Weaver of Fate's icy gaze swept over the dozens of king-level powerhouses before her.

"If I could, I really wouldn't want to fight you."