Miracle Nation's tactics were—predictably—dirty.
With behind-the-scenes maneuvering, a narrative spread across the world at frightening speed:
Dragon Nation was "cheating," so Dragon Nation should share those "cheat-earned" resources with everyone.
Especially the countries that had already been eliminated in the Divine Domain: Forbidden Zone.
They deserved Dragon Nation's help.
This was the moment Dragon Nation should "act like a great power," show "moral responsibility," and "stand up for humanity."
The louder it got, the more it felt like the entire world was turning its guns on Dragon Nation.
The only ones still publicly backing Dragon Nation were a handful of genuinely friendly nations.
The moment the backlash erupted, Dragon Nation's closest partners—led by Pakistan—spoke up in support, condemning the blatant moral blackmail.
But they were outnumbered.
They were swarmed and shouted down until they could barely speak.
Dragon Nation netizens snap back
Dragon Nation's viewers finally climbed out of their shock—and the instant they understood what was happening, they erupted.
Especially when they saw even Pakistan getting targeted.
The comment sections turned into a battlefield.
"Great-power dignity? Dignity my ass—this is moral kidnapping."
"Cheating in the Divine Domain: Forbidden Zone? Then show me the cheat. Go on. I'm waiting."
"Back when Miracle Nation had the upper hand in chip tech, why didn't they share? Why did they pressure and block us instead?"
"A bunch of clowns…"
And then—
the hidden grandmasters of online warfare, the legendary keyboard immortals, finally stepped out of seclusion.
They launched a full-scale counterattack.
Cold. Brutal. Clean.
Half of them didn't even use profanity—
they dissected logic so precisely it still left people bleeding.
For a moment, it was almost comical:
one Dragon Nation commenter could crush a hundred people.
Sometimes they were practically soloing the internet of an entire small country.
Governments enter the fight
That was when other nations' leadership circles stopped watching from the sidelines.
They hadn't expected Dragon Nation's online combat power to be this terrifying.
So they stepped in—official accounts, coordinated messaging, the full machine.
And yes… it worked.
Even Dragon Nation's keyboard immortals started to feel the weight.
The tide began to turn.
Dragon Nation's official statement drops like a hammer
Then Dragon Nation's official response arrived.
Clean. Polite.
And sharp enough to cut bone.
The spokesperson spoke with courtesy—yet every line carried quiet, brutal mockery, the kind that still held the posture of a true great power.
"Our Great Dragon has endured five thousand years of storms and trials—this is known to all."
"And in just the last century alone, certain countries' actions toward us… surely haven't been forgotten."
"Back then—did you ever speak of 'great-power responsibility'?"
"How laughable."
"Old matters need not be relived. Dragon Nation is not a nation that clings to grudges—however…"
"Today, you speak to us about great-power dignity?"
"Fine. We can display it. That is indeed something Dragon Nation is capable of doing."
"As some like to say: with great ability comes great responsibility."
"But our strength is not a tool for you to use as leverage."
"Resource sharing? It's possible."
"But Dragon Nation will only provide aid to true friends."
"Effective immediately, Dragon Nation will begin by extending support to Pakistan."
"If other nations wish to receive Dragon Nation's assistance, you are welcome to contact us—at any time."
"But remember this: what Dragon Nation gives you, you may have. What Dragon Nation does not give you, do not demand."
It landed like a heavyweight punch.
The countries with ulterior motives—no matter how loud they'd been—went quiet.
The message couldn't have been clearer:
Want Dragon Nation's help?
Then come build real friendly relations.
Pakistan, the iron-brother, naturally became the first on the list.
Dragon Nation's viewers were electrified.
"That's how you respond."
"That statement is insane."
"You want resources? Sure—come be my son!"
"No regrets being born here. Next life too!"
Back in the Divine Domain: Forbidden Zone…
Of course, none of that mattered to the people actually inside.
Adrian Vale and Raven Shaw had no idea what was happening outside.
Because right now, the only thing in front of them that mattered was—
the D-rank Chest.
To Adrian Vale, the chest wasn't that big a deal.
As he'd said before: most chest rewards weren't even close to what he gained from raising his Portrayal Sync by 1%.
But then he remembered Black Reaper.
That outfit didn't just make survival easier.
It boosted his Portrayal Sync—real power.
And the longer he wore it, the more it felt… right.
If a mere E-rank Chest could produce something like that—
then a D-rank Chest might hold something even better.
Adrian Vale's interest sharpened.
He didn't hesitate.
He placed his right hand on the chest.
And—
golden light erupted, surging up from under his palm.
…
…
At the same time—
while Dragon Nation's citizens were celebrating—
a looming catastrophe was descending on another livestream.
Ocean Pouch Nation's channel was about to witness a disaster that wouldn't just shake one country.
It would shake the entire world.
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