After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

In the White House underground conference room in the United States, the heavy alloy doors blocked out all signals.

The holographic projection next to the long table was lit up, and the heads of state of Western countries were gathered, each of them with a face as cold as ice.

Two videos were playing repeatedly on the big screen: one showed a superhuman from the Chinese Special Investigations Bureau walking through the air, punching through a car, and a fireball shattering the street.

The other section contains the latest satellite photos.

An old man in a Taoist robe stands above the clouds, with the Great Wall of China beneath his feet, his robes fluttering in the wind.

"Gentlemen, the latest intelligence has been confirmed."

The CIA director's voice tightened as he tapped the still photograph with his fingertips.

"China has already produced at least two extraordinary individuals at the Innate Realm."

"Innate? What level is that?" the rotating president of the European Union asked, frowning.

"Based on information we extracted from the Kyushu World Channel and from captured low-level players."

"Once you reach the Acquired Realm, you'll be immune to bullets, able to punch through a tank, and leap over ten meters high."

The bureau chief swallowed hard, his voice betraying his fear.

"Those at the Innate Realm can fly through the air at a speed faster than an F-22. The power of a casual strike is comparable to a cruise missile, and their spiritual energy protects them so that even artillery shells cannot penetrate them."

"In other words, this is a flying humanoid nuclear weapon."

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence.

Cigar ash fell onto the expensive tabletop, unnoticed by anyone.

Everyone froze in their seats, their backs covered in cold sweat.

A flying humanoid missile?

They have been operating air defense networks, fighter jet groups, and aircraft carrier battle groups for decades.

In the face of such a superhuman being who can fly at supersonic speeds with agility, what difference is there between him and someone made of paper?

They could simply fly over the capital under cover of night, and with a few moves, the entire city would be reduced to ruins, leaving the city no chance to intercept them!

What makes them even more desperate is the gap in reality: Chinese players are having a smooth ride in the Eastern Continent, with a large number of them already reaching the Acquired Realm, and some even being born with the Innate Realm capable of fighting in real life.

But what about their players?

They were all thrown into a godforsaken place called Xizhou, where they couldn't even understand the local language.

Those who went in were either captured by warriors and enslaved, or captured by wizards and used for experiments. Dozens of people died every day, and they couldn't even get a glimpse of the path to cultivation!

"Fuck! This is impossible!" The US president slammed his fist on the table, his face contorted with rage.

"How could those yellow-skinned monkeys be walking ahead of us? This must be a scam!"

"Whether it's a scam or not, you and I know the answer in our hearts," the president of the Barbarian Bear Kingdom said coldly.

"We've seen our people in the Western Continent. A single warrior there can shatter a boulder with a single punch, let alone compare to the innate talents of China."

"What's the panic!" John, the head of the Rockefeller Group, spoke in a deep voice. As a representative of Western capital, his words carried more weight than those of the president.

"The Western Continent has warriors, wizards, martial arts, and magic; we just haven't figured it out yet!"

"But we can no longer fight alone." His eyes swept over all the projections.

"From today onwards, we establish the Free and Extraordinary Alliance, sharing all intelligence, resources, and research results, and supporting each other."

Together we will study the extraordinary system and together we will fight against the inherent threats to China.

Anyone who dares to hold back can expect their capital to be blown to smithereens by China's superhumans.

After a few seconds of silence, everyone nodded.

They have no choice; if they don't band together, they will only fall further and further behind China, and in the end, they will only become lambs to the slaughter.

While Western nations were swearing blood oaths, the desolate islands of the Nine Provinces world had become a living hell for players from Little Life and the Thief Kingdom.

"Baka! Run! The savages are catching up!"

"Damn it! Help! This Black Wind Tiger bit off my leg! Someone, please save me!"

"I don't want to die! I just resurrected yesterday! How did I run into monsters again?!"

The regional chat was filled with desperate cries; on the deserted island, the players were running away in terror, screaming and begging for mercy.

Behind them were cannibalistic savages wielding stone spears and howling, as well as several black wind tigers over two meters tall with exposed fangs, ready to bite anyone they saw.

In just one day, 70% of the players from both countries died.

The remaining people either hid in caves trembling in fear, or were chased all over the island. Even after they revived, they were chased again, without even a chance to catch their breath.

There are no villages or sects on the island, only man-eating savages and monsters. The savages cannot be communicated with, and they roast people over a fire when they capture them.

Even the lowest-level Black Wind Rabbit can bite through the throat, leaving unarmed players with no chance to fight back.

What makes them most desperate is that, regardless of whether they are well-trained secret agents in reality.

Whether it's an undercover agent who has been lurking in China for over a decade, anyone with citizenship in either country will be teleported to this deserted island upon entering Kyushu.

They couldn't even go to Dongzhou, let alone meet any Chinese players, let alone obtain cultivation techniques.

In emergency meeting rooms in Tokyo and Seoul, top officials from both countries trembled with anger, yet were utterly helpless.

"Damn it! This is absolutely a conspiracy by the Chinese! They deliberately dumped us in this godforsaken place!"

Ichiro slammed his fist on the table and roared, his eyes turning red.

"What's the use of saying all this now!" The South Korean president's face turned pale.

"If we don't find a way, all of our people will be wiped out! We'll never gain supernatural power!"

"When the Chinese fly over our heads, we won't even have the right to surrender!"

Seeking martial arts techniques from China?

They followed the West in sanctioning China for so long, and now they're begging in humbly, but there's no way they'll listen to them.

"How about... we go to the Western Alliance?" an official asked cautiously.

"The Western Continent also has extraordinary systems; its warriors and wizards are not necessarily inferior to those in China!"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they immediately contacted the Western alliance, humbly requesting assistance.

The Westerners initially didn't want to deal with these two good-for-nothings, but upon hearing that they were willing to pay a price, they immediately made exorbitant demands, throwing out a bunch of treaties:

All elixirs, materials, and cultivation techniques obtained by both countries from Kyushu must be handed over to the alliance free of charge.

The alliance's extraordinary forces are permitted to station troops and establish outposts on both countries' territories and desert islands, and alliance personnel are free to move about.

Players from both countries must obey the alliance's command, and all spoils will be distributed uniformly.

In return, the alliance will share the Western Continent cultivation system with them after it is deciphered, and may also send superhumans to help them clear the monsters and savages from the deserted island.

Looking at these treaties, the top officials of both countries were furious.

This is hardly a collaboration.

This is clearly treating them as colonies, as vassals!

What do you mean by teaching them cultivation? They're clearly here to monitor and control them. Their extraordinary destiny will be entirely in the hands of Westerners, and they'll never be able to hold their heads high again!

But do they even have a choice?

If they don't sign, they will forever remain food for savages on a deserted island, never reaching the threshold of the extraordinary.

Once the West and China both possess extraordinary combat capabilities, they won't even qualify to be dogs.

"Sign! We'll sign!"

Ichiro Mimoto gritted his teeth, his nails digging into his flesh, and said, word by word, "We'll settle this score with you sooner or later!"

The president of the thief country nodded with a livid face, his hands trembling.

So what if it's humiliating?

It's better than losing your country and your race.

Meanwhile, the Western Continent was also in chaos.

Inside the wizard's tower of Blackrock Castle, several black-robed wizards surrounded an experimental table.

On the stage was a Caucasian player who was so scared he wet his pants, with a crystal tube inserted into his body.

"These visitors from outer space are really weak; they fainted after only half a tube of fluid was drawn."

The hook-nosed wizard licked his lips, staring at the memory crystal in his hand with a fanatical look in his eyes.

"The legend is actually true! Extraordinary beings have come from beyond the heavens, the path to godhood will be restarted, and the gods will return!"

These extraordinary individuals must hold the secret to godhood!

"Pass down the order: all warriors and wizards, move out and capture the Other, alive!"

The white-bearded old wizard was so excited his beard was trembling. "I'm going to dissect them all and figure out how to ascend to godhood!"

In the forest outside the castle, countless Western players fled in disarray, pursued by armored warriors, their cries echoing throughout the forest.

A few lucky players who manage to become wizard servants finally obtain a "language-understanding" spell, only to discover that this spell can only understand the locals' language.

Others can understand the gist of what I'm saying, but they can't read it at all.

All the books and practices in Xizhou are written in Chinese. They don't even know pinyin, so they can't understand basic meditation methods.

"Fuck! Why are the characters in this world Chinese?!"

I've studied English for thirty years, and now you want me to learn Chinese? How am I supposed to possibly learn it?!

A player crouched under a tree, breaking down in tears, unable to understand a single word of the martial arts scroll in his hand.

In the core of the demiplane, Lin Ze leaned against the cloud bed, took a bite of the sweet spiritual fruit, and looked at the myriad forms of life reflected in the water mirror, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"This is just the beginning; the real show has only just started."

He snapped his fingers, switched to the magic network interface, and countless intricate runes flowed before his eyes.