My Status Panel Crashed? I Forced Out Seven Divine Rings

Seven days.

For Blue Star as it was now, that was barely enough time to build hype for the open beta of a major online game.

Every passing second felt like Death God counting down beside their ears.

But deep in the Void, time had no meaning.

There was only killing.

And being killed.

Yang Yu's figure left afterimages streaking through the darkness.

He was like a precision meat grinder running at full capacity, never tiring.

Every time he paused, a Void creature the size of a mountain exploded into a rain of blood.

His goal was simple, and brutally direct:

Break past Level 200!

That was the limit of mortals and the threshold to a higher dimension.

With the "Two-Dimensional Foil" approaching—that terrifying thing capable of flattening a three-dimensional world into a picture—

breaking through would give him more than confidence.

It was his only path to survival.

In the Void, there was no air to carry sound.

Yet the shriek of the Sword of Judgment tearing through space shook the depths of every monster's soul.

Golden Sword Light swept out in broad strokes.

The Void creatures drawn in by War Cry had once ruled this Star Domain.

Now they were like pigs awaiting slaughter on an assembly line.

They lined up, stretched out their necks, and waited for the blade to fall.

"Roar—!"

A Void Bone Dragon over ten thousand meters long gave a soundless roar.

It opened jaws wide enough to swallow an asteroid and unleashed gray, corrosive Dragon Breath.

Yang Yu did not even lift an eyelid.

He flicked his sword.

Crack!

A golden line pierced the Bone Dragon's skull in an instant.

Its skull, as hard as Divine Metal, burst apart like a fragile eggshell.

The massive skeleton kept hurtling forward on momentum, then broke