While Skyfall City silently fell, its entire region now covered by dense, poisonous miasma, completely uninhabitable, the rest of the world finally caught up to the new developments, and a massive outrage followed.

The outrage was volcanic. Forums exploded. Newsfeeds broke. Streamers screamed into their microphones. Reaction videos were made faster than Skyfall's NPCs were dying. Every major guild across the continent was thrown into full-blown crisis mode.

It seemed impossible for a single person to control the entire game using poison, but that was exactly what Damon was doing.

And there was nothing anyone could do about it.

All of a sudden, alchemists became highly sought after, and guilds were recruiting alchemists left and right, sparing no expense for their development.

Alchemists became more valuable than S-rank tanks, more sought after than legendary weapon crafters. Guilds were throwing mountains of gold at anyone who could even pretend to know what an antidote was.

"Fifty gold per hour! We'll fund your lab!"

"We'll give you a mansion! Just brew something!"

"Hiring alchemists! Zero experience required! If you can hold a potion bottle, you qualify!"

However, things like that took time. The alchemists themselves were panicking.

"We don't have recipes for that poison!"

"What do you mean it's a hybrid neuro-rot mana corrosion viral decay essence-bleed mixture?! What the hell am I supposed to do with this information?"

One couldn't become a master alchemist overnight. Not that a master alchemist could magically brew an antidote to the poison. Even if one reached the famed grandmaster level, it's still doubtful if they would be able to come up with something to counter this unholy poison that the man was spewing out everywhere.

No amount of theory or potion lore could fully counter a poison crafted by someone whose entire body was a living laboratory of toxic arts. The world was forced to accept an uncomfortable truth.

Earth Online had no natural counter for Damon's existence. Skyfall had fallen. Nine Rivers had fallen.

The NPCs were still not completely aware of the threat. They were merely discussing the new development and talking about what was happening, and just now starting to take notice, but the players knew better than that. Every single light faction player was already trembling, wondering which city would be next.

It was not easy to grind reputation in a city, earn favor with the NPCs, and finally build enough clout to start a guild base. In these two to three months, not many had accomplished an impressive feat like that. Only the top guilds with hundreds of thousands of players had that privilege.

The others had merely made progress towards this goal. The average player level was around 50, and the guilds were only just now starting to compete over establishing dominance in dungeon runs and setting first clear achievements.

For most players, it took weeks, sometimes months, to establish themselves in a single location.

And Damon had erased two of them in under an hour.

Players who had spent countless hours building relationships with Skyfall's NPCs, completing escort quests, fetching rare herbs, or braving low-level dungeons for favor points… all watched their progress vanish in a cloud of death.

Their home bases were gone. Their city buffs were gone. Their NPC allies were permanently dead. Their auction houses and auctioned items became invalid and were no longer available. The devastation and fallout from the single event were unreal. Entire guilds were homeless.

Dozens of mid-tier alliances logged in to find the city they depended on turned into a red hazard zone labeled [UNSAFE – TOXIC REGION], with a recommended player level of ???. People spammed World Chat with pure desperation.

"My housing permit?! My storage chest was in Skyfall. Please tell me it's not gone…"

"Can we even reclaim a poisoned city??"

"I lost my entire workshop… Do you know how long it took to max forging??"

"If Blood Domain hits Dawnspire next, I'm uninstalling."

Meanwhile, another problem cropped up. Two major Light Faction cities collapsing also meant that market prices skyrocketed, transportation routes collapsed, Light Faction trade caravans refused to travel, NPC merchants fled to neighboring towns, and crafting materials quadrupled in cost.

Players stared in horror as iron ore jumped from 30 silver to 6 gold in under fifteen minutes. Light Faction players felt doomed. Dark Faction players were hosting barbeques. Finally, the Light Faction players who were lording over everyone had been brought down forcefully and made to suffer massive losses.

And in the midst of global chaos, everyone couldn't help but wonder which city Blood God was going to target next?

Every Light Faction player stared nervously at their maps. Every guild leader sat awake in emergency meetings. Every alchemist prayed their shaky hands could brew something, anything, before their city was next.

Because grinding reputation was hard, building a home was harder, and Blood God was wiping cities off the map like he was clearing trash mobs.

The appearance of the abyss had already set back many guilds to a point that they couldn't recover, and now a new calamity had appeared. No one even knew what to do anymore. It was at this point that a new message popped up in world chat.

A message from none other than the MVP of the hour!

Blood God!

Blood God: All guilds can now pay tribute to Blood Domain. The cities belonging to guilds that pay the least tribute… will be targeted next. Guilds can also pay a one-time tribute of 1 billion gold coins to buy the complete safety of their city.

Then the world exploded. Top guilds erupted in pandemonium. Mid-tier guilds collapsed emotionally. Small guilds started crying in the corner. Dark Faction players were wheezing with laughter.

"Light faction on their knees, let's gooooo! Blood god for the win! Pay up or perish lol!"

"What the fuck?? Bro is doing a mafia tax!"

"Tribute??? To a ten-minute-old guild??? The whole world is being bullied by one guy. Lol!"

"Is switching factions still possible??? Blood Domain taking applications?? Asking for 500 friends."

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