The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

[Here I am again, my tenth consecutive update this month!]

The territory of Glory City.

The eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

This incredibly long night for Global Glory City has finally come to an end.

However, the disaster was not over.

The giant hand, severed by the mirror bandits, stood still after snapping its fingers in a strange way.

A cool morning breeze blew by, and it turned into a dark mist, which dissipated with the wind.

Zhang Erhe stood in mid-air, looked at himself from head to toe, felt nothing, and looked around, but nothing had changed.

Just one snap of the fingers?

"Wan Jianyi! What did this thing do?"

Wan Jianyi is the chief investigator of the Special Bureau, and Zhang Erhe felt that he should be quite familiar with these strange and unusual matters.

Wan Jianyi was also observing his surroundings.

He also didn't believe that the hand that seemed to be the Dark Emperor had snapped its fingers, and that it really was just a snap.

"I don't know, but..." Wan Jianyi adjusted his sunglasses, "several sets of readings have started to show abnormalities."

The group of professionals who were fighting with Leon's mech were now mostly silent.

Leon looked around in his mech and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! One snap of your fingers and you're all scared like this! Earthlings are so useless... Ah! Zhou Lisha! Why are you so beautiful! So smart! Everyone loves you! Flowers bloom for you! You lead troops into battle and repeatedly achieve great feats! Why are you superior to me! Why! Why!"

Leon's mech suddenly started dancing wildly.

That's because Leon in the cockpit was taking pictures everywhere and throwing a tantrum.

All the professionals who witnessed this scene were filled with question marks.

"What's wrong with this kid? Did he suddenly fall seriously ill?"

"Everyone, attack! Strike while the iron is hot! Kill him!"

Just as the professionals were about to continue their efforts to seize the bronze mirror, an eerie atmosphere began to spread.

They all stopped, their expressions gradually turning into a mixture of anger and frustration.

Zhang Erhe was dealing with Miss Butterfly's remaining army in the air when he saw that the people below had stopped moving, so he immediately shouted.

"Go! Take advantage of Leon's erratic behavior and steal the Dark Mirror!"

Zhang Erhe's words were like a fuse, igniting a powder keg.

The group of professionals began to curse and swear.

"What's with the rush! You son of a bitch! I get rushed by the guild leader when I'm working in the guild! And now I'm being rushed by you, Zhang Erhe, even though I'm here to support Glory City! I'm just a worker! Are you guys death-dealing ghosts??"

"So what if you're a clergyman? Does that give you the right to boss me around? Aren't lowly professions human?!"

"I'm exhausted! They won't let me sleep this late at night. I traveled all this way, and all the Abyss Crystals are gone after just a few kills! What a waste of time! And now they still won't let me sleep! So annoying!"

"What are you looking at! When are you going to give me a raise?! I'm talking to you! Guild leader of the Ji Huo Guild! You only pay me this little bit of money a month, do you think you're treating me like a beast of burden?!"

"Hey! Wife! Listen to me! Why do you say I have to squeeze toothpaste from the bottom up? I like to squeeze it from the middle! Divorce!"

"What kind of bullshit universal job change system is this! I barely got to enjoy the superhuman feeling of flying and teleporting for a few days before it was all about farming resources and fighting all day long. And then there's this Abyss Invasion, this Aberrant Beast, this Dark Star People, this damn world!"

"The fault isn't mine, it's the whole world's!"

The photographer pointed his lens at these people.

The Song Gua synchronizes memory, hearing and seeing everything on the scene.

These people, like Leon, suddenly fell seriously ill, which must be related to that snap of his fingers.

"They seem to have suddenly become very resentful? They get easily angered over the smallest things?"

Song Gua then looked at Wan Jianyi, Du Minghui, Zhang Erhe, and the others from the perspective of Magnet Brother in mid-air.

They don't seem to have reacted yet.

However, one could vaguely see that the expressions of Wan Jianyi, Du Minghui, and Cao Xuan were beginning to become tense.

They are enduring it.

Compared to ordinary professionals on the ground, these top experts may have a higher attribute in a certain area, which allows them to persist for longer in the process of overcoming some kind of strange power.

However, it's clear to the naked eye that it's only a matter of time before they break through the defenses.

Sure enough, Wan Jianyi went berserk.

"Ugh!! Aunt Wang! Why did you throw my suit in the washing machine last time?! I'm not letting this go!! I'm going to teach you a lesson on how to wash a suit properly!!"

Wan Jianyi flew away on his sword.

It seems he's going to find a laundry lady and teach her how to wash a suit.

Next came Du Minghui and Cao Xuan.

"European administrative region!! Give Siberia to China!!! This has been our territory since ancient times!!"

"The district head is right!!"

The two men rushed into the special convoy, closed the cabin door, and urged the captain to fly towards the European administrative region.

Captain: "What the hell are you yelling at! How much do you pay me a month?! Can't you improve my benefits?! You think I won't let you experience prison treatment?!"

The special convoy plane flew away, wobbling precariously.

"What...what are all these?"

I can't even understand the Song hexagram anymore.

What's wrong with these people?

Could that snap of the fingers change a person's personality?

Even more terrifying things were yet to come.

Song Gua discovered that a reinforcement force that had been rushing from afar, which had been fine at first, had also started inexplicably complaining and blaming others halfway through their journey.

"Is this thing spreading? Could it be... that everyone in the world is becoming filled with resentment?"

Does the Dark Emperor intend to destroy human civilization with a snap of his fingers?

hiss--

Song Gua gasped.

I initially thought that this Dark Emperor was a bit low-class.

But if my guess is correct, then this Dark Emperor is truly too powerful!

How can you play without nerfing this?

"Huh? That's strange. You two, Photographer and Magnet, were here too. Why didn't you change your personalities?"

Magnet Guy and Photo Guy looked down at themselves.

The guy taking the photo: "Yeah, why don't I feel anything?"

Magnet Bro: "Don't I have anything to complain about?"

The guy taking photos: "Wait a minute, this old scoundrel is exploiting us like this, I should be complaining a lot!"

The Song hexagram says: "Who has exploited you!"

Photographer: "Yeah, it must be because that old thief is too good to us, so there's nothing to complain about."

There was one other person at the scene who seemed perfectly normal.

Zhang Erhe.

At this moment, the fighter jets in the sky surrounding Zhang Erhe also began to act erratically. Instead of attacking Zhang Erhe, they turned on their loudspeakers and started hurling insults at each other.

"Damn it, Unit 57! Do you even know how to play?! I told you about the triangle formation, triangle formation, why are you just following me around like that?!"

"Isn't a right triangle a triangle for crying out loud??"

"We've fought for so long with so many of us, and we still can't take down Zhang Erhe! It's all your fault for not keeping up with my pace!"

"You're always starting raids by yourself! I told you I need laser charging, laser charging! You never listen and then blame us!!"

In fact, most of these fighter jets are unmanned.

Or there might be someone, but it's just a robot simulating a driver.

More than 90% of fighter jets are remotely controlled by people in the air.

They're hurling insults at each other right now, just like teammates hurling insults at each other in a game.