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After Victoria hung up the call, Ron stared at the darkened crystal ball for a long time.

"So it's useless if you don't use it all?"

He murmured the sentence over and over, then turned to look at the few scattered pieces of metal fragments in the corner of the storage ring.

Saying "a few pieces" is an overestimation; in total, it's just some parts salvaged after the taxi patriarch's self-destruction.

Over the past three years, he has used up all the resources he could and promoted all the subordinates he was entitled to, leaving him with almost nothing.

"It seems someone is about to make a big move."

Ron suppressed his suspicions and gave the last piece of metal debris to Abaddon.

Then I prepared to gather information on the losses suffered by the surrounding principalities.

It will be easier to steal later.

But he didn't expect that "big move" would come so quickly and so violently.

In the heart of a magical empire tens of thousands of miles away, on a seemingly ordinary but ridiculously large plaza altar.

The metal debris was piled up like mountains.

They were sorted and stacked neatly.

Each pile is hundreds of meters high, and there are hundreds of piles in total.

This contains not only the remains of mechanical life forms, but also many metal creations, such as cities and houses.

These are just the first batch.

Nearly a thousand airships are floating in the sky, continuously transporting cargo here.

There are four high platforms around the square, each containing a demigod.

Benjamin, the Bronze Dragon, the Magic Mercury Dragon, and another demigod mage.

Further out are those who have made significant contributions and are about to break through to the third tier, including knights, dragons, and mages.

Victoria was also prominently listed, and even ranked quite high up.

They stood scattered, forming a loose encirclement.

They are both guarding the sacrificial ceremony and enjoying the abundant blessings that are about to come.

At this moment, in the center of the altar.

The royal patriarch of the Magic Empire, and also the empire's true supreme power.

He wore a deep purple robe and held a scepter, the crystal at the top of which shimmered with starlight. His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, revealing only a pale, angular chin.

He glanced at the metallic mountains in the plaza, and sensing the world's consciousness casting its gaze upon him, he spoke calmly:

"Let's begin!!"

There was no need for anyone to lift a finger; the dimensional consciousness, which had been waiting for a long time, enveloped all the metal debris in white light.

However, the sheer number of metal fragments was so great that even the consciousness of the plane could not digest them all at once.

Those around could only watch as the small mountain of metal began to melt and disappear.

They eventually converged into streams of liquid light and disappeared into the sky.

There was no extraneous noise around the altar. Only the sound of the wind and the spitting of the people around.

At this time.

Three other entities have taken similar actions to the Magic Empire.

As if they had planned it, they offered sacrifices at the same time.

As billions of tons of metal began to be incorporated into the world of Terran.

The sky over the entire world of Terran changed color at the same time.

Look up from any city, any wilderness, or any sea.

The sky had all transformed into the same scene; above the dome, a thin membrane, previously invisible to the naked eye, began to appear—the Garment of the World.

This thin film covers the entire boundary of the world. It is invisible and intangible under normal circumstances, and only when it is bombarded by a certain level of force will it ripple slightly.

At this moment, it was completely exposed to the sight of all living beings.

This World Garment, though only a thin layer, is so strong that even seven or eight demigods together might not be able to break through it.

It is a self-protective barrier that exists in all planes, and it is also the first line of protection.

When you attack the Garment of the World, the creatures inside the world won't just stand by and watch.

If enough people don't die by then, it's just wishful thinking to try and invade the interior of the world.

This attack on the Mechanical World was just lucky; a spatial rift appeared inside it, connecting it to the Terran World.

Otherwise, Ron and his crew would have had to obediently cross the star sea this time.

Go and get the World's Garment.

Ron couldn't even imagine that when he passed through the Garment of the World, the Autobots and mechanical orcs below would each be armed with a machine gun.

How many people will die?

Who knows, a "Market Garden Operation" might just happen!

But that's all in the past; a win is a win.

The world that has now been upgraded is the Terran World!

As the sacrifices by the four major forces continue.

The Garment of the World began to expand outwards.

At first, it was very slow, and the changes were almost imperceptible. But as time went on, the creatures inside the world felt that the sky was getting higher and higher.

The final dimensional barrier, like a balloon inflated by a giant wind, expanded more than ten times its original size into the chaotic void in all directions before stopping.

The sky over the world of Terran is no longer the same sky it once was.

"Buzz—"

The Garment of the World may have stopped expanding, but the sacrifices are not over yet.

A deep tremor, as if emanating from the very core of the world, swept across the entire plane.

Everyone simultaneously felt the ground beneath their feet tremble—no, it wasn't an earthquake, it was the world "breathing".

It is stretching its muscles and bones to create more space for survival.

The mainland has changed a lot.

The once peaceful inland plains have been torn open by new rifts in the earth's crust, and clear fresh water has gushed out from underground, forming new rivers.

The mountains are rising higher. Among the most famous mountain ranges in the Terran world are the Skyfall Mountains, the Ironwall Mountains, and the Hengduan Mountains.

They were all emitting a deep, rumbling sound. Their mountains were rising higher and expanding.

Furthermore, the rock face cracked, revealing newly formed mineral veins.

Metals can now be produced in the Terran world.

We no longer rely solely on dragons.

This is the completion of the rules.

However, these changes are not very noticeable to the people living in them.

People felt that the jujube tree that was in front of their house at night had disappeared to the village entrance the next day.

But if you look at it from the sky...

You can see that the edges of the existing continents are constantly creeping and extending.

The coastline is advancing toward the ocean at a visible speed, pushing the seawater away, backflowing it, and rearranging it.

The entire continent is growing in sync.

The territory of the Duchy of Ron is also expanding every moment.

The same applies to the ocean as to the continent.

The originally narrow strait has been widened into a vast sea area.

A new sea area has been created.

A deep rumble came from the depths of the sea, as a new landmass rose from beneath the seabed, carrying rising heat and water vapor, inch by inch emerging from the surface.

The newly formed land was still steaming, the surface covered with damp black rocks, and scalding hot springs gushing from the cracks.

But they are indeed "growing"—growing at an incredible rate.

Suddenly, numerous archipelagos and even subcontinents emerged from the ocean.

Of the four major powers' sacrifices, the one that lasted the shortest was the Tide Commercial City-State, which sacrificed itself for less than seven days.

The longest was the Magic Empire, which lasted a full half month.

The Glory Empire is ranked below her; sending more people is useful, and the gains are greater.

The sacrifice lasted for twelve days.

The Cavaliers League is ranked third, in ten days!

But even after all these families had made their sacrifices, the changes in the world of Terran continued.

It should be that they have accumulated enough energy and perfected the rules.

It has already entered the process of transforming into a medium-sized plane.

The next six months.

All creatures in the world of Terran are in chaos.