Perhaps never before had the entire Present World heard such a thunderous roar of rage and accusation.
It was as though an indelible scar had been carved into time itself, echoing without end, growing ever fiercer—this hatred stretching on without a day of conclusion.
Everyone's vision blackened, blackened again, then blackened once more. They were utterly bewildered, unable to understand why the Spider, which had just revealed the dagger at the end of the diagram, had suddenly turned into a helpless elderly person whose lifetime savings and property deeds had been swindled away by a scam call, weeping and wailing at this critical juncture.
Then everyone realized that something was wrong...
The Imitation Replacement Rite had stopped.
As though it had gotten stuck.
Together with the Spider, it froze in place, only one final step, one final link away from success.
Using the network to simulate the Sky Rail, using the Central Dispatch Center to resonate with the Central Dispatch Center, this unprecedented Secret Rite would complete the replacement between true and false, finally placing the Seal of Shadow Sun completely in its grasp!
But now, there was a problem...
When the Spider had pushed the Secret Rite without hesitation, intending to replace the Central Dispatch Center completely, it discovered an issue that had never been part of the plan.
It was like a thirty-year-old single workhorse, exhausted from shuttling between home and company every day, lying in bed to scroll through a few short videos before immediately falling asleep.
There was simply no match to be found!
Even though the Central Dispatch Center was close at hand, within reach, no matter how many times it tried, even with its ultimate-skill icon nearly worn out from pressing, it still had no move left.
The target could not be locked on,