A frantic rush gripped every base city the moment all leaders returned. These power-hungry bosses stood ready to issue brutal orders, boosting their own survival—even if it meant burning everyone else to a crisp. That exposed the laws' fragile peace. Now the leaders turned viciously evil.
The cities' leaders split on approach. Every leader revealed the monthly evaluation: teleportation after one month if ranked in the last two. Leaders diverged sharply on handling their people—like herding cats on steroids.
Randomly selected leaders moved fast, recruiting underlings from citizens who bent over backwards (and probably kissed boots too). Leaders ordered their underlings to round up people, seize votes, pass harsh new rules. Reluctant holdouts? Beaten bloody until they broke—or begged for mercy.
Other leaders—those with loyal followers from recent votes—spread the info slowly to stifle panic. They called meetings, urging citizens to pitch their own desperate ideas for survival.
Amid the chaos, Base City 01 stayed eerily calm. Only Slade, its lone leader, remained—like the last sane guy at a zombie apocalypse party.
Notifications flooded in: people begging transfer to City 01. A grim option when leaders turned savage—flee to other bases. Citizens could only connect within their own city or with its leader. No contact across cities. No way to gauge the peril elsewhere.
Most guessed blindly, praying for a decent leader, convinced they'd picked right. They had no clue. They marched toward a walking killing machine.
Slade eyed the flood of requests. He accepted every one. He had a plan. Ban every incoming player. Teleport them straight outside Base City 01.
It was to be noted, no leader—people-selected or random—banned citizens. But Slade welcomed them all, then banned them instantly from his city. Teleported from their homes, they blinked—and materialized outside City 01.
A nightmarish vista hit them: geographies smashed together—trees, lakes, snow, mountains, snow mountains, lava, volcanoes. Beyond sight, mutated beings lurked, eyes locked on the base city, hungering for anything spilling out. Inside cities: normal sun-moon cycles. Outside: hell unleashed, with a side of "what fresh madness is this?"
Purple sky loomed. Crescent moon bled red beside a scorching red sun. Thorn-outlined clouds twisted overhead. This wasn't their planet anymore—it was budget Armageddon.
Banned citizens whipped around to look at the entrance of City 01. Golden warding symbols glowed on the walls, holding back the chaos.
Someone screamed. He charged the city. Contact with the golden symbols—smoke erupted from his hair. He vibrated wildly, electrocuted to the core, collapsing as he broke free. Fainted in shock, frothing at the mouth. Out cold for ages.
Those near the warding spotted the entry rule: set by City 01's base leader, requires points to enter.
Curses erupted. They damned the black-hearted leader—and their cursed luck—for choosing this death trap.
Somewhere within the Wildlands, a bloody tentacle squished out of a mutated body. The tentacle slithered back inside the hole it had risen from, merging into the blood cocoon that pulsed and radiated crimson light with every throb—like a demonic heartbeat.
Ren was slowly awakening, tendrils of memories returning, which should have overwhelmed him. However, the newly developed brain started rationalizing. Ren eyed the notification popping up in front of him.
[Name: Ren
Species: ???
Passive: Clear Mind (Keeping extreme emotions in check, assists in battle)
Active: N/A
Unlucky Roulette Points: 1 Million (1,046,128) or 0.001 Origin
Next Spin: 10 (level 1), 100 (level 2), 1000 (level 3), ...., 1,000,000 (level 6), .... 1 Origin (Planetary Spin)
Storage: minus 1 Best Condoms box (protected your vulnerable precious member till it could withstand the trauma)
Destiny Store: Revival Potion: 1,000,000 Origin.] ಠ_ಠ