[Player BS-Rita has slain player Lania Kaia-Mistblade.

Lania Kaia-Mistblade will join BS- and will now be known as BS-Mistblade.]

[Detected: Lania Kaia-Mistblade is a Lania Kaia leader.

Her city will now belong to BS-.

Her followers may voluntarily decide whether to join BS- as well.]

The announcement rang out at the exact moment [No Logic]'s distortion ended.

Across the battlefield, players, hunters, pets, and Mechanoids all paused for a fraction of a heartbeat—

then the fighting grew even more frenzied, surging closer to Rita's position with every exchange.

Instead of backing away, Rita charged straight toward the chaos.

This battlefield had grown into a miniature warzone. Over a hundred combatants clashed in one tight cluster.

While Rita and Lightchaser had been fighting Mistblade, Nivalis and Y128 had been busy holding off Mistblade's partnered Mechanoid.

Now that Mistblade had joined BS-, their strength was free again.

Rita summoned B80 as well.

One human, one dragon, and two Mechanoids slammed into the battlefield.

Long before this moment—when she first rushed Mistblade—Rita had already begun calculating her third target.

Who should she choose next?

TingoJE?

No. Absolutely not.

Tingo belonged to Wind Whale's Tingo.

How could a world that was ninety-nine percent desert be named after a whale?

Ever since unlocking [That Was Close, Almost a Wipe], she had begun to suspect the real meaning behind it.

Even if Tingo had only point-zero-zero-four percent water left, TingoJE had protected that scrap of ocean to the bitter end.

That kind of homeland was not something he would ever abandon.

Dragging him into BS-, a world that had no shortage of ocean?

That would not be kindness.

It would be cruelty.

Lania Kaia-Mute?

Also impossible.

Just as she was wary of Lania Kaia-Wither Monarch, she remained wary of Mute—and wary of all undead.

During the BS- war, Bone Shade once resurrected fallen BS- players, and those resurrected listened only to Bone Shade's commands.

That had nearly destroyed everything.

She had borrowed that resurrection skill with [Repay], studied it, and used [Dragon Thief] to rewind time—

and only by prohibiting the ability with Ancient Curse had she saved BS- from destruction.

Not to mention:

the hatred between the undead and the living could not be erased easily.

And yet the undead still existed peacefully within countless merged worlds, which explained more than enough.

Even if Wither Monarch acted foolish, even if Bone Shade seemed ready to explode at the slightest provocation—

Rita would never let down her guard.

More importantly, Mute and Syntax were twins.

Twin-born skills could exist between worlds.

Could they influence each other across servers?

The risks were endless.

Her choice was… MarmangCrab.

She had visited Marmang. She understood MarmangCrab.

In Chaotic Restaurant, he once said he preferred to play alone—

and it wasn't a lie.

After becoming BS-'s Adjudicator, she gained access to every world's public records.

MarmangCrab was neither leader nor lord of his world.

He was a player with no territory, no throne, not even a home city for himself and Little Seahorse.

But whenever she visited Marmang, she overheard conversations—

every species of sky crab spoke of Crab with admiration.

Yet he held no authority, no responsibility tied to Marmang.

She didn't know whether Crab had refused leadership or Marmang had refused him—

but out of all present players, he was the most ideal choice.

She didn't need him to fight for the human race.

She herself would handle that.

She only needed him to strengthen BS-.

Once BS- was invaded, sky crabs, moon foxes, and oak owls could become part of BS-'s fighting force—

covering sea, land, and air.

A sharp whistling cut through the wind.

Rita turned with a rapid rewind-step, her entire body arching backward as a massive spear made of interlocking maple leaves slashed past her face.

She had barely avoided being impaled.

When she met Maple Syrup's wine-red eyes, the notification chimed:

[You have encountered your Nemesis!]

All stats +10%…

but only for Maple Syrup.

This was the flaw of [Unchanged Fate].

It locked every status—

not only negative, but also positive buffs that appeared after activation.

Maple Syrup's eyes were filled with killing intent, steady and absolute.

Her voice was low, slightly rough, yet cutting through the battlefield noise like a blade.

"So? You aren't planning to invite me into BS- as well?"

Rita fended off the sweeping maple spear and shouted to her allies:

"Attack MarmangCrab!"

The next second, a small hand smacked the back of her head.

Lightchaser's voice drifted behind her:

"You're giving me orders?"

Rita swallowed her indignation and kept fighting Maple Syrup.

Her gaze lingered on Maple Syrup's new wings—fully formed from thousands of overlapping crimson maple leaves—

and she nearly drooled with envy.

How were other players' Player Relics always so cool?

Rita's target was not Maple Syrup.

After a quick exchange, she attempted to break away and head toward MarmangCrab.

But Maple Syrup's spear swept across the sand, and where the tip passed, maple leaves rained down in sheets.

Rita dodged with a side-step—

but the maple leaves twisted midair, chasing her with impossible precision.

She Flash-Stepped away—

yet the leaves followed the golden rain threads and immediately stuck to her upon landing.

In an instant, they dissolved—

and every one of her strongest states vanished.

[Phoenix Seat]

[Unchanged Fate]

[The Wind Doesn't Speak]

[Spring Scenery & Flowers]

All gone.

Maple Syrup's ability could erase every active status on a player?

No—

it was worse.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rita noticed the flowers blooming across the desert from [Spring Scenery & Flowers] had all turned toward Maple Syrup like sunflowers—

which meant the entire buff had transferred to Maple Syrup.

Rita's hand slid to her waist.

A platinum-red revolver materialized in her grip.

She placed the barrel against her head and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

Golden butterfly wings spiraled from the muzzle as a glowing bullet shot forth.

A wrong thought evaporated in her mind—

the Foolishness bullet.

Behind her, the golden thunder goblet roared, surging toward her.

Other players had also noticed her weakened state.

A barrage of skills flew toward her from every direction.

Rita spun, aimed straight at Nivalis, and—

Bang.

Another golden bullet.

Pride.

Nivalis' lowest stat instantly multiplied tenfold.

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