"What bad luck."

Just about to leave, and the plan for a shopping spree got ruined; no one would be happy about that.

"I'll change my clothes—next, I'll find a way to extract their identity. Of course, the All-Knowledge Cards will never be sold to them."

Glina curled her lips:

"Land Loyd, right? I wonder where you got the info about the All-Knowledge Cards, it's quite surprising—but alas, you know too much."

Just as Glina began to dress up, preparing to deal with the guest, Land Loyd, who was heading to the hotel, encountered a small incident.

Night Fighting Sword had a habit of placing surveillance. He immediately captured the culprit directly responsible for the blockade of Border Abyss descent, even though the person changed their ID, the face and style were unchanged.

'If it weren't for this kid, why would we go to great lengths to kidnap Glina?'

The more Night Fighting Sword thought about it, the more irritating Land Loyd's face seemed.

In the team, Night Fighting Sword had no particularly impressive performance; he looked like an honest man loyal to his professional ethics, perfectly executing every assigned task.

Yet, in a 'previous life,' Night Fighting Sword as someone who played from S1 to S14 with bizarre game stats each match, even thinking with a knee, it's evident he wasn't honest at all.

While Leoz and others smoothly broke the ice and exchanged opinions, making the team atmosphere more harmonious, Night Fighting Sword, however, came up with a sinister thought.

The Destroyer Pathway's Wolf School mastered numerous spatial intents, the most famous move being blinking to protect teammates and long-distance control of swords and items to attack opponents.

Of course, direct attack on players leads to red names, but if getting NPCs to attack instead...

Night Fighting Sword rummaged through his backpack and found a bottle of "Madness Potion."

"Yeah, you'll do."

He tossed the little red bottle lightly, wearing an evil smile.

Next moment, he activated teleportation, sending the Madness Potion from a marked spot out, and with a Flying Dagger tied to it, directly threw it into the crowd, quickly bursting open.

CRACK!

The red potion quickly vaporized; among the bustling crowd, no one noticed the commotion.

But shortly after, as the potion inhaled through the air into human bodies, passing citizens felt a wave of irritation, but among each other, were narrative kin too dearly bonded to lay a hand.

Just then, a handsome, confident foreigner, Land Loyd, leisurely walked the streets.

'Mother of Lai Anding is truly easy-going, this task is far too easy, rewards aplenty, tsk tsk tsk, those bumpkins will never gain Starry Abyss's recognition their whole lives, I'm merely out shopping, chatting people up, spending money that isn't mine; effortlessly successful.'

Land Loyd hummed a tune, guarded by two Zeta Rank (6) bodyguards, paired with an ID change, even those players trapped in Layer Abyss dare not make a peep upon seeing him.

—Sigh, can't help it, it's just because they aren't hard-working enough.

Thinking it over, Land Loyd found those ordinary players quite pitiable, being interfered by Cognition Filter, convinced they're blissfully normal merely playing a game.

In reality, they're merely salvaged, waste reused, continually sent to death under Starry Abyss's domination as cannon fodder.

'Heard once Starry Abyss Divine Race had specialized Cannon Fodder Deities, sending such bumpkins to die? Now it's their turn to sacrifice.'

Just thinking about it made Land Loyd chuckle.

'Don't be disgruntled, let's see if your mom is as accommodating as Lai Anding…'

Such easy work, effortless, safe, almost made him feel bored.

Contemplating this, his surrounding bodyguards' faces grew increasingly grim.

"Lord Land." one bodyguard spoke solemnly: "Is this your first time in Empire?"

"What obvious nonsense." Land Loyd casually replied: "Why would I come to this longevity-reducing place for nothing? Crossing once can cut years off one's life; I, being delicate and precious, can't do such things."

"Perhaps they've mistaken you."

Another mage bodyguard pulled a corner of his mouth, pointing at the fiercely glaring crowd:

"They seem to have a slight opinion about us."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Land Loyd glanced around, scoffed at Doctor, brashly said: "We're legally entered foreigners, a bunch resignedly stuck for life in their Inherent Time Domain's natives, what can—"

CLINK!

A bird's egg, unknown in origin, accurately hit Land Loyd's mouth, catching him off guard; he chomped down.

CRACK!

The shell shattered, the Mysterious green yolk and earthy egg white oozed down, an indescribable stench surged stormily, diving straight to nose and throat.

"This foreigner disdains us! (Empire dialect), Get him!"

"Foreigners get out! Coming onto our land and looking down on us. Dare to showcase what Imperialism Grand Narrative means?!"

"I f*** you (Empire dialect), don't love staying get the hell out! Keep showboating, I'll send you flying! This is—Empire!"

In fact, Night Fighting Sword overlooked an issue.

Though the Empire of Heralds consistently appeared civilized and dignified, they were the youngest narrative; neither basic education nor citizen quality matched company and temple standards.

In fact, Empire's citizens were the only narrative making 'conquest of different races, assimilation of civilization' common sense; apart from that, children were educated on Pathway and combat from young, possessing abundant martial virtues.

Not just that, Empire's moral climate wasn't as advanced as it seemed, even in the Inherent Time Domain, many citizens might never leave their birthplace, remaining conservative and xenophobic.

In Empire, duels were legal, citizens fervently enjoyed arena beast fighting shows, with organizers implicitly leaving the final match for citizens themselves; in every sense, a pronounced warrior nation.

As he tossed out the Madness Potion, inherently dissatisfied with foreigners boasting on their turf, Empire citizens erupted instantly.

Land Loyd yet to react, suddenly a multi-ton heavyweight rushed at him, massive hand slapped—his vision abruptly opened wide, the entire city lay panoramically beneath.

"How am I flying?"

Land Loyd confusedly looked down, only to find the crowd shaking fists and shouting at him.

Even though their shouts brimmed with fury, seeing the scene the first thought bubbling in Land's heart was:

'Are they welcoming me?'

When his sense prevailed, sweat seeped out from every pore.

Hardworking, honest Empire citizens rolled out a banner for him right there:

"Foreign trash, driven-out border!"

Imagine when he lands, he'll be surrounded by people receiving the enthusiastic hospitality from Empire's elderly and young citizens alike.

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