The battle between the Chosen Ones and the natives grew increasingly intense.
At first, fueled by their rage and familiarity with the terrain, the natives could still barely contend with the Chosen Ones.
But as time passed, the scales of victory tilted further and further toward the Chosen Ones.
The Chat Channel and teleportation alone were enough to carry the Chosen Ones to victory in this war.
Moreover, the Chosen Ones possessed an absurdly overpowered trait: the more they killed, the stronger they became.
The survivors grew fiercer and fiercer, their levels rising ever higher. The natives had no hope of turning the situation around.
In just one or two short years, the Chosen Ones from Blue Star had already occupied nearly a third of the continent.
Those small countries, tribes, and the like had almost all been wiped out.
Even the Three Great Empires, which had once possessed absolute dominance, were gradually declining.
The Three Great Empires could now only abandon the small cities and towns on their borders, pull back their defensive lines, and hold onto their core territories.
Early December, Dragon Calendar Year 3.
In a small town on the northwestern border of the Fallen Sun Empire.
A little girl dressed in a heavily patched outfit ran home, her heart brimming with joy.
"Big sister, big sister." The girl happily raised the book in her hand. "Look, I found a storybook today. I can't read. Can you read it to me?"
Inside the room was a cool, aloof woman in a white dress. She turned around, a smile in her eyes. "What storybook is it? Let... cough, cough, let big sister take a look."
The little girl looked at the cover and said uncertainly, "Little Fatty from the next village told me it's a fairy tale book."