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An unnamed island in the North Pacific Ocean.

This is Kur's base camp.

The god of fear sat on Namor's coral throne, his eyes narrowed in bliss.

At this moment, his dry skin is gradually becoming plump, like a sponge slowly expanding after being soaked in water.

The dull skin tone gradually regained some luster.

The atrophied muscles began to fill out again, and the bones made a faint clicking sound, like a machine that had been dormant for thousands of years was being restarted.

A faint, eerie green light flickered within his originally cloudy and dim pupils.

The light was faint, yet it exuded a chilling cold that sent shivers down one's spine.

"How long has it been...?"

He muttered to himself in a low, hoarse voice, his tone carrying an almost intoxicating satisfaction.

"How long has it been since I've experienced such pure fear..."

"Seven thousand years, a full seven thousand years!"

"My dear brother locked me in the dark, sunless tide, so I could never experience even a trace of fear, but now..."

He slowly opened his five fingers, looking at the dark green light flowing in his palm.

"Never-ending".

Original Sin knelt beside him, listening to his rambling, and couldn't help but raise his head, cautiously asking:

"Lord Kur, how much of your strength have you recovered?"

Kur pondered for a moment.

After sensing the surging power within him, which was still vastly different from its peak, he gave a startling answer:

"Approximately one-twentieth."

Original Sin thought to himself, "That's outrageous!"

The fear generated by the flooding of more than forty coastal cities and leaving hundreds of millions homeless is only enough to restore one-twentieth of the damage.

Just how ridiculously strong is this guy?

If fear could spread across the globe, plunging seven billion people into panic simultaneously.

At that time... even the mighty Arbitrators will be nothing more than slightly larger ants, right?

The thought crossed his mind instantly, but a fawning smile quickly spread across Original Sin's face:

"Lord Kur, now that our second step in the plan has been completed..."

"Then I think... it's time to move on to the third step of the plan."

"At that time, your recovery speed will increase by at least 10 times."

Upon hearing this, Kur slowly opened his eyes.

Those eerie green pupils shone brightly in the dim light, a glint of brilliance flashing within them:

"You're right, it's definitely time!"

As he spoke, Kur suddenly stood up from the reef and raised the scepter in his hand.

At this moment, the aura emanating from him surged wildly!

An overwhelming, domineering pressure radiated outwards from the island, spanning the heavens and the earth.

The seawater within a radius of a hundred miles was forced into a vacuum zone several kilometers in diameter by this aura.

The clouds in the sky began to rotate counterclockwise around him, forming a huge vortex.

The terrifying force even caused the heavens and earth to change color!

And then...

Buzz!

A beam of black light shot out from the serpent's head of the scepter, heading straight for the sky and piercing through the very center of the cloud vortex.

After a while.

New York, London, Tokyo, Moscow, Paris, São Paulo, Cairo, Seoul...

Kur's projection appeared in the skies around the world.

An aged, gloomy, and distorted face floated in the air.

The face was so large it almost covered half the sky, and its eerie green pupils coldly stared at everyone on the ground.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

The people who were fleeing stopped in their tracks.

The person who was crying forgot how to cry.

The person who was praying stopped praying.

Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to that face that shrouded the sky.

And then...

The enormous, aged face spoke.

This... is their "an eye for an eye" plan!

Kuer wants to push fear to its extreme using the methods of an adjudicator—live-streamed globally!

A deep, hoarse voice descended upon every corner of the earth, like an echo from the abyss, each syllable carrying a terrifying power that sent shivers down the spine:

"Listen to my voice... you ants of Midgard."

"I am Kur... the God of Terror, the true ruler of the Nine Realms."

Seven billion people around the world heard the same voice at the same second.

No translation is needed.

No subtitles are needed.

Kuhl's words were directly instilled into everyone's minds in a way that transcended language, allowing everyone to clearly understand every word he spoke.

"At this moment, I formally announce to you..."

He paused for a second.

That one second of silence made countless hearts skip a beat.

"The game has begun!"

game.

He was talking about games.

To a god, the survival of a civilization... is nothing more than a game.

"The Arbitrators? The Avengers?"

Kur's tone even carried a hint of amusement and disdain.

"Let me see what you're really made of!"

"I will depart from South America tomorrow morning to launch a full-scale attack on America, at which time..."

His gaze swept over the myriad beings beneath the sky.

"I hope you ants... can give me some fun!"

The moment the words fell.

The projection dissipates.

The sky returned to its original color.

But everyone knows that the sky is no longer the sky they know.

silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

It was as if the whole world had been put on pause at that moment.

And then...

The entire American continent was in chaos!

Argentinians and Chileans are almost going crazy!

They are located at the southernmost tip of South America, which means that starting tomorrow, they will be among the first to face the attack of the god of fear!

To fight against a god?

What will they use? Guns? An army? Or the cross of the Virgin Mary?

This is simply a fantasy!

It wasn't just them; people in Brazil, Bolivia, Colombia... all of South America were plunged into endless panic.

On the streets of Buenos Aires, people scattered like frightened ants.

The supermarket was looted within ten minutes.

The gas station was packed with people in lines stretching for kilometers. Some people got into fights over cutting in line, while others simply abandoned their cars and ran on foot.

The airport terminal in São Paulo was packed with people. All flights were fully booked, and those who couldn't get tickets rushed onto the tarmac, trying to cling to the wings to leave this land that was about to become a battlefield.

What's even more despairing is that—everyone's mind was filled with only one thought:

escape!

Escape to America!

Reaching Alika might not guarantee survival, but staying put would certainly mean certain death!

So people started packing their bags like crazy.

Countless families were torn apart in the chaos.

Children cried for their mothers, the elderly were pushed to the ground by the crowd, and young people ran while looking back at the sky behind them that was about to be swallowed by fear.

An unprecedented upheaval ensued.

Chaos is the perfect breeding ground for fear.

Hundreds of millions of people are dominated by the same fear at the same time.

That fear coalesced into an invisible torrent, surging wildly from every corner of the earth towards the North Pacific Ocean, and into Kur's body.