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West Asia, a cableway in a desert.

On the Gobi Desert, the scorching sun beats down, and the gravel and dry soil are baked to a scorching heat.

A man dressed in old-fashioned desert camouflage sat atop the carcass of a giant sand scorpion, using a dagger to cut at the venom sac on its tail. His movements were slow and steady, as if he were doing something he had done hundreds of times before.

The sand scorpion wasn't large, but its tail was extremely long, and its carapace was dark red, clearly indicating it wasn't an ordinary specimen. The man also bore injuries; his left arm was wrapped in a dirty bandage, and his face had dry lines etched by the wind and sand.

Behind him, several raggedly dressed people were cautiously approaching.

"Captain, world announcement."

The man didn't look up, continuing to cut open the poison sac: "Speak."

"Someone in the Great Xia has started a world-class mission. Su Mu, it's still the same Su Mu."

"A world-class mission..." the man repeated, his hands still moving. "We're struggling to even survive in a place like this, while they've already gone on world missions."

"Should we still argue?"

The man finally stopped, wrapped the severed poison sac in a strip of cloth, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Whether we fight or not is another matter." He jumped off the sand scorpion's corpse, looked up at the undulating Gobi Desert in the distance, and said, "The existence of people like this tells us that there are no limits in this world. If he can do it, so can we."

After saying that, he waved to the team members behind him: "Keep going. Find a water source before dark. Don't let too many people die tonight."

The team member responded and quickly followed.

Three different worlds, three different ways of living.

The name Su Mu, like an echo from a very, very far place, left different things in their hearts.

Some were aroused to fight, some were alerted, and some simply memorized the name and continued on their way with their heads down.

But regardless of which one, everyone understands.

Turbulent times produce heroes, and the Great Xia Dynasty produced an extraordinary one.

.......

When the world announcement exploded, the public channel of the 886 cable remained silent for a full three seconds.

That kind of silence was rare, like a large group of people simultaneously forgetting how to type.

Then the news poured out like a burst dam.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!!"

"A world mission system? We're on 886?!"

"Su Mu! It's Su Mu! The name written in the world announcement is Su Mu!"

"I thought I was seeing things. It's a world announcement, the kind that the whole world can see?"

"What the hell does this mean? The Ash City announcement was one thing, but now they've opened up world quests? When has our cable network ever been this powerful?"

"God Su! From now on, I'll be called God Su!"

"Don't be so quick to brag. Do you even know what a World Quest is? Being able to unlock a World Quest means you've stumbled upon an incredible stroke of luck!"

The chat was scrolling by incredibly fast.

After a brief period of excitement, some guild leaders began to calmly analyze the potential impact of world quests.

"Don't get too excited. World quests are done by all the cables together. We just activated the system early, which doesn't mean we've already received the rewards."

"Yes, the most crucial thing now is choosing a country. The announcement said that the settlement method and subsequent channels for world missions are allocated according to country, and we must all choose Great Xia."

"Is that even a question? I was born a citizen of Great Xia, and I will die a ghost of Great Xia."

"Agreed. At this point, if we don't choose Great Xia, who else should we choose?"

"Then there's even less to say. Great Xia. There's no other choice."

"Daxia +1".

"Daxia +2".

"Daxia +10086".

The screen was filled with neat and uniform "Da Xia" characters.

However, the atmosphere in the channel was soon disrupted by a new message.

"People who want to go to the western teleportation point shouldn't go. My friend went back to the cable car from there half an hour ago, and got attacked as soon as he got to the teleportation point. The people from the Sakura Kingdom have been guarding that place for a long time."

"Those bastards deliberately blocked the way back to the cable car. If a casual player goes down to level up, they can't get back."

"We've already had people die near the teleportation point. Their bodies have been dragged into the sand, and their backpacks have been stolen."

The jubilation in the channel gradually subsided.

Some people were still excitedly discussing world quests, but more people began to turn their attention to the most immediate problem... the teleportation point was blocked.

"Their main force is on our side, while their core team is on their side. We have no one below who can control them right now."

"Forget it, there's no way we can clear them out tonight. They're well-equipped, high-level, and trained. We'd be just throwing our lives away if we went down there."

"What should we do then? We can't just stay hidden in the cable car forever, can we?"

"Let's wait for the core team to come back. Or let's wait for Su Mu."

"Isn't Su Mu here with us? Can he handle it?"

"Su Mu's weapon is nuclear-level; dealing with these small fry is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. But there's more than one teleportation point, and he can't handle it all by himself."

"Bear with it for now. We'll clear it all out when the core team comes back tomorrow."

Some people don't think that way.

"Why should we hold back? We're being blocked here, while they're being wiped out by our core team. In the end, we're the ones who benefit. It would be a loss if we went down and died."

"That makes sense... Then let's not go down tonight, let's not give those Japanese people a free kill."

The emotions in the channel gradually subsided, turning into a suppressed silence.

Many people turned off the channel and began to organize their equipment and supplies, waiting for dawn.

......

And this moment.

The western teleportation point.

The wind and sand, shrouded in the darkness, rolled down the dune ridges, striking the edges of their cloaks with a fine, rustling sound, like sand snakes slithering across the ground.

The teleportation point was located below a partially collapsed rock platform, surrounded on three sides by protruding wind-eroded rocks, leaving only a gap facing west.

The location is very well hidden; it's difficult to spot unless you look closely.

Yu Ishikawa sat behind the rock platform, leaning against the cold stone wall, tossing a white crystal he had taken from a dead body in his hand.

The crystal was completely transparent, with a very thin layer of mist covering its surface, giving off a faint blue glow in the dark.

"The number of people is dwindling." A short man in charge of surveillance put down his observation scope, spat, and said, "It's been almost two hours, and we've only seen four. They're all level four or five weaklings, and they didn't even bring any decent equipment."

"It seems someone had tipped them off beforehand."

Another man with a hooked nose slowly wiped his dagger on his trouser leg, his tone tinged with impatience, "These Great Xia people are quite well-informed; they knew we were blocking their way here, so they all hid."

"So what if they shrink back? The cable is still hanging overhead. Can they shrink back forever?" the short man sneered. "They can't stay on the cable car forever."

"Alright."

Ishikawa Yu finally spoke, his voice not loud, but the people around him subconsciously shut their mouths. "They're not stupid. Even if dozens of scattered individuals die, their core combat force won't be mobilized. The ones spreading the news now are nothing more than those little rats who ran away before."

"Should we continue waiting? Or should we push forward?" the hook-nosed man asked.

"wait."