The Black Death Emperor versus the United States—this whole fiasco was so wild, so earth-shattering, so nerve-wracking that the entire world went dead silent for a moment.
Everyone who knew about the so-called 'Pacific military exercise'—no exceptions—kept their eyes glued to how things would turn out. Back then, folks were worried it might kick off World War III. Even the Chosen Ones stalking the Global Observation Agency’s official website were mostly stressing about international politics. Sure, some were hoping for a display of world-class fighting skills, but only if everyone walked away in one piece.
But things spun so far out of control, nobody—no country, no person—could’ve seen it coming.
The Black Death Emperor, all by himself, wiped out America.
The whole world was left speechless.
Even though the U.S. President’s final TV speech went viral at breakneck speed, the official news outlets everywhere just sat on their hands. It wasn’t that they were slow—they honestly had no clue how to react.
This whole thing broke every rule of common sense.
Still, the Global Observation Agency’s official site was the first to drop the most detailed report.
‘One man wipes out a nation’ is, honestly, a bit of an exaggeration. The Black Death Emperor didn’t actually destroy all of America, nor did he go on a rampage against four hundred million citizens. To be precise, here’s his real scorecard: tanked a nuke and survived, obliterated the Pacific Fleet, and trashed 80% of America’s satellites in outer space (pretty much all the military ones are toast).
In the end, he dropped out of orbit, landed in Washington, and—get this—smacked the Pentagon out of existence, then did the same to the White House.
If you’re involved, you’re toast; if you’re not, you’re safe—the Black Death Emperor’s style is just that outrageous.
This post became the undisputed hottest topic on the Global Observation Agency’s site, packed with stats and photos. The shot of the Pentagon completely flattened looked like something out of a disaster movie—but it really happened.
After this battle, America’s days as a superpower are over. No more influence in the Asia-Pacific—the U.S. troops in Japan and Korea scrambled to get out. The Pentagon’s gone, so who’s afraid of a military tribunal? Top to bottom, total chaos. The old world core? Completely fallen.
Of course, a dead camel’s still bigger than a horse. While some Chosen Ones cheered the old boss’s downfall, others pointed out that America might be down, but its potential’s nothing to sneeze at—it’s still one of the world’s big shots.
Naturally, some folks immediately added, ‘Well, whether this superpower sticks around depends on fate—or maybe divine intervention.’
After all, once the Black Death Emperor trashed the White House, he didn’t leave.
He settled down in America!
Latest intel says the Black Death Emperor is hiding out in the forests by the Great Lakes—hasn’t gone anywhere, and definitely isn’t planning to leave the U.S.
Nobody knows the exact spot. Every satellite that might pass overhead got rerouted—no country dares look down on a bona fide deity.
And the government doesn’t need to do a thing—everyone near the Great Lakes cleared out, and folks farther away aren’t feeling too safe either. Who knows when this real god will drop some more Blackfire and end the world? Whether America hangs onto its superpower status… well, that’s all up to the Black Death Emperor’s mood.
The Black Death Emperor sticking around in the U.S. is a nonstop disaster for America—there’s just no easy way to describe the mess.
One guy, and he’s got a whole superpower nailed to the wall.
This kind of legend gets all the Chosen Ones hyped up—comments on that post are all over the place. But compared to the wild, anything-goes vibe of the free internet, replies here are way more careful. Nobody’s cracking jokes, and absolutely no one’s trying to roast the Black Death Emperor.
Usually, people run their mouths online because they know the person they’re trashing can’t do squat. But now? Seriously, you think the Black Death Emperor can’t get online? When you’re facing a god who can follow a satellite signal and wipe out the White House, everyone’s dead serious.
And besides that sticky top post, there’s another one blowing up right behind it.
One of the original Heavenly Ranking Top Eight—the ‘God’—got killed in New York.
Compared to the Black Death Emperor’s headline news, ‘God’ getting killed is like a fart in a hurricane—barely worth mentioning. But this post is still cooking, because this time there’s not just a report, but a ton of videos and eyewitness accounts flooding the thread.
Unlike those mysterious gods, the Heavenly Ranking Top Eight are actually a level regular Chosen Ones can wrap their heads around. Gods just popped up out of nowhere, but the Top Eight? They’re just like us—came out after White Night.
But after watching those videos, seeing those earth-shaking fights, every Chosen One felt it in their bones—we’re not the same. People always said the Top Eight were monsters, but this is the first time a fight at their level got leaked, and now Chosen Ones everywhere finally get what kind of big shots they really are.
The Heavenly Ranking Top Eight—scary as hell. They’re the real bosses.
But as terrifying as that ‘God’ was, someone still managed to take them down—head-on.
A flood of questions: Who was the woman who killed ‘God’?
The Eternal Night Chosen Ones’ PR team jumped into action, hyping up their queen. Even though the rankings haven’t updated yet—and she’s always been mysteriously kept off the list—this time, Jill Young used unbeatable power and results to announce to the world: I’m here.
Mount Emei, Golden Summit.
The boy sat on the ground, looking utterly miserable and scruffy—nothing like a master at all.
"The Patch-the-Sky Plan is toast… Miss Dream got pulled out of position, so there’s no way to patch the sky perfectly. Even a tiny flaw means the enemy will strike someday. So, I’m a total failure…" Quentin Koon mumbled, then shot up and yelled, "That president is definitely shady! Who does that? Someone’s pulling the strings!"
This time, the blind girl Nina didn’t stay silent. She softly replied, "Of course someone’s pulling the strings."
The boy nearly lost it: "Then why didn’t you step in? If we lose this round, what hope is left?"
"No matter how much you polish a craftsman’s work, it can’t beat something born perfect. It’s not that I didn’t act—you placed your bet, I drew my lot, neither of us can stay out of it. I just act differently than you." Nina gently pulled out a plain slip of paper. Something was written on it, but Quentin couldn’t make it out.
He instantly realized that, with his current strength, he wasn’t qualified to read what was on the paper.
Nina gently stroked the slip of paper, as if remembering something. Clearly, it was precious—but in the end, she tore it apart with a crisp rip.
"It’s time."
The Global Observation Agency’s site just updated the Heavenly Ranking. The Top Eight shifted—‘God’ got booted, and the cloud and storm card representing ‘God’ shattered and vanished. Then, a new card burst onto the scene like a blazing sun, tearing through the storm and lighting up the sky.
The whole site went wild. That blazing sun broke through mountains and rivers, rising higher and higher.
The scraps of paper vanished into thin air, as if they’d never existed.
Blind Nina gazed into the distance and softly murmured, "To play without playing—that’s how you see it through to the end…"