A game where you have to pay to win? But I have a lifespan roulette wheel!

As the command was confirmed, Jiang Lin felt his power being drawn out even more violently.

At the same time, the wooden wheelchair beneath his feet trembled slightly, extending countless tiny, almost invisible golden root-like phantoms that pierced through the light shield of the temporary neutral zone, like sensitive tentacles, cautiously reaching out towards the colliding gray-red energy storm.

The golden roots emitted a slight hissing sound the moment they came into contact with the violent energy, as if they were being corroded.

But soon, a strange luster began to flow across the surface of the roots, and they began to slowly and steadily absorb and transform that chaotic energy.

Some of the roots, tainted by the rules of death, turned gray, while others, washed away by the evil aura of war, turned dark red. But the main body still retained the unique resilience and vitality of the Jianmu tree.

efficient!

Not only can the trees beneath the oceans of the entire world absorb water.

His wheelchair is also inhaling!

"There's hope!" Jiang Lin's spirits lifted.

He increased his control over the game's singularity, while also thinking to himself, "Jianmu, you better hold on, don't get an upset stomach. My king's advancement quest depends on your digestive abilities!"

At first, the results seemed to be good.

Outside the temporary neutral zone, the power of the conflict at the core of the devastating storm of rules showed a slight decrease.

The massive root system of the Jianmu tree, like a bottomless digestive pool, began to slowly and steadily absorb the chaotic energy intertwined with gray and scarlet.

"It's done!" Jiang Lin was overjoyed.

So cool!

The Trial of the Little King: Master it!

The wordless book on his lap shone steadily, its pages brimming with images and runes, faithfully recording this rare moment of historical echoes being rendered harmless.

However, Jiang Lin was too happy too soon.

He severely underestimated the power of the echoes of history.

This is not ordinary energy, but a highly concentrated and conflict-ridden "conceptual remnant" left behind from the fierce collision of the two extreme concepts of "death" and "war" during the Jianmu War 100,000 years ago.

They themselves represent disorder and annihilation.

While the root system of the Jianmu tree is indeed vast and capable of absorbing, digesting and transforming this level of "conceptual rule pollution" requires time, and even more so, it requires the Jianmu tree's own immense power of order to neutralize it.

Jiang Lin's forceful guidance was like pouring a highly concentrated, highly corrosive industrial wastewater directly into the source of a great river.

Although the Yangtze River is large, it will not be destroyed immediately, but the pollution will spread rapidly and trigger a violent reaction throughout the water system and overload the purification system!

The first thing to show abnormality was the wooden wheelchair under Jiang Lin.

As the core of the Jianmu tree, it is most closely connected to the entire root system and is the first to feel the backlash from indigestion.

The chair began to groan and tremble under the strain.

Immediately following, a chaotic, mixed, and chilling "information torrent" filled with angry roars of resentment (battlefield echoes) and cold silence (funeral song rules) swept through.

Reversing the path of energy absorption, the energy subtly returned through the connection between the tree's roots and the wheelchair, impacting Jiang Lin's consciousness.

Those are fragments of history, the lamentations of concepts, forming a noise that is almost maddening.

Most critically, the power he needed to maintain the temporary neutral zone and the energy guiding rules began to grow exponentially!

It was as if part of the burden and pain that Jianmu experienced while purifying these pollutants was directly passed on to him, the instigator.

"Something's not right..." Jiang Lin's forehead was covered in a fine sweat.

It's been so long.

This was the first time he had felt a little weak.

It's like when I used to sit in an office all year round and suddenly I climbed three floors.

Physical strength was being depleted rapidly.

"Brother Jianmu, your stomach is big enough, but your digestion speed doesn't seem to be very fast?"

Just as he was considering whether to reduce the intensity of the guidance and let the Jianmu digest it slowly, a sudden change occurred!

The collision between the tattered battle flag and the gray stone coffin phantom seemed to have broken the original stalemate between them due to the massive absorption of external energy by the Jianmu tree and the intervention and neutralization of the Jianmu tree's order power, thus triggering unpredictable changes!

A sharp, piercing sound, transcending the realm of hearing and as if the very rules themselves were being torn apart, exploded out!

At the center of the gray-red energy storm, an unstable, constantly distorting singularity suddenly formed!

It was neither pure death nor pure war, but rather a consequence of external intervention and internal conflict reaching a critical point.

The result of the forced fusion, contamination, and distortion of these two elements is something utterly destructive...

Black hole?

Or rather, a disordered singularity?

The shockwave released at the moment this "disorder singularity" was born far exceeded that of before!

Jiang Lin's painstakingly maintained temporary neutral zone shield flickered violently, its stability plummeted instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface!

[Warning! High concentrations of "conceptual rule contamination" detected, exacerbating the backlash!]

[WARNING! The "Temporary Neutral Zone" is about to collapse!]

He made a quick decision to cut off the energy channeling and then think of another way.

However, at this very moment—

The blank book on his lap suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly intense light!

The pages flipped wildly before finally settling on a still image.

On the blank page, a large amount of text appeared:

[Recording interrupted.]

[A key narrative node has been detected to have undergone uncontrollable distortion due to external intervention.]

The cleanup plan failed, triggering a secondary catastrophe (disorder singularity).

[Core judgment triggered for the "King" advancement quest, the only profession]

"The king does not explain; the king bears everything; the king shoulders everything."

Your intervention and the intense reaction of historical echoes have led to the unexpected and more dangerous "disorderly singularity." Simple cleanup and shifting of blame are no longer sufficient to solve the problem; instead, they have exacerbated the crisis.

At this moment, you must demonstrate your authority as a "King." This trouble wasn't initially caused by you, but since your intervention exacerbated and mutated it, you must bear the consequences of this mutation. In this chaos spawned by death, the echoes of war, and your "cleanup," you must, with your will and power, redefine what constitutes an acceptable "order," even if it's only temporary and partial. This is the starting point for the "King" to exercise authority, and also the manifestation of the "King's" responsibility.

[Advanced Quests Forced Update:]

【Mission Name: The King's Spirit】

[Task Description: Before the chaotic singularity completely spreads or annihilates, successfully establish and maintain a sustainable "framework of order" based on your own understanding and authority within its sphere of influence. This framework must effectively curb the spread of "disorder" and attempt to guide or transform some of its energy.]

[Task Rewards: Significantly advances the "King" class advancement; gains the "Order Definer" power; unlocks the Blank Book access.]

[Failure Penalty: The area is completely transformed into chaotic disorder, and pollution spreads rapidly; the "King" advancement path is irreversibly contaminated, resulting in failure; you and the Jianmu core will suffer from the "Disorder" mark and continuous erosion.]

[Note: Defining order is exercising royal power. It has nothing to do with the strength of power, but only with who "you" are, and... whether you are willing to bear the changes caused by you and correct them yourself.]