Chapter Sixty-Three
Crow lazily stretched, his throne of black and gold floating above the battlefield.
Thousands of new undead marched beneath him, crushing monster camps one after another.
A soft chime echoed in the air.
[Event Leaderboard Updated!]
Curious, Crow opened the leaderboard window.
It flickered for a second —
then solidified into view.
[World Event Leaderboard]
1st Place: Crow — 1,002,940 Points
2nd Place: StarSeeker — 3,200 Points
3rd Place: BladeDancer — 2,980 Points
4th Place: LordBlood — 2,750 Points
5th Place: MoonSong — 2,300 Points
(List continues...)
Silence.
Crow just tilted his head, one eyebrow slightly raised.
Meanwhile, the entire server —
every player, guild leader, top guilds, hidden organizations, casual players —
exploded.
[World Chat]
[???] WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS THAT!?
[DragonKnight] 1 MILLION POINTS??? HOW???
[HealerBunBun] Is that a BUG?!
[CrimsonWolf] Admins!! BAN HIM!!
[StarSeeker] ...impossible...
[MoonSong] Even my entire party only farmed 300 points in one hour...
[System Notice: There is no error. Crow is participating legitimately.]
The announcement shattered their hopes.
Players were screaming, demanding explanations —
others were giving up altogether, feeling hopeless.
Crow simply smirked.
This was the advantage of preparation.
Undead swarms, elite heroes, divine beings —
and pure dominance.
He closed the chat window lazily, ignoring the chaos he caused.
Above the battlefield, Crow whispered coldly:
"First place is already mine. Now... let's see how much more I can take."
The undead army roared.
The flying base rumbled.
The world had no idea.
They were already his.