Country H, Seoul Plaza.
The scene on the screen was suddenly swallowed by clouds of dust and flying rubble.
The camera was struck by scattered rocks. The lens shook violently, and then—
Black screen.
Dead silence.
Then came overwhelming anxiety and unease.
"What happened to the feed?! Why is the screen gone?!"
"Did the camera break?! Fix it, quickly!!"
"What happened in there?! Did Xu Feng win?!"
"Is the Ant King dead?! Was Xu Feng hurt?!"
"Switch the feed back! Hurry!!!"
Tens of thousands of people gazed up at the pitch-black giant screen, burning with impatience.
Country R, an izakaya.
The man in the suit stared at the black screen, his expression twisting into something strange.
"Hahaha! Serves him right!"
"Retribution! This is the retribution for killing Lord Bell!"
"The mountain collapsed! He's buried under it!"
"Die! It'd be best if he died in there!"
The comments were likewise filled with gloating:
"It collapsed! The mountain collapsed!"
"Serves you right! How dare you show off!"
"Even if Lord Bell lost, he'd still drag you down with him!"
"Die in there! Perish together with that damned ant!"
"The hope of Country H? Hahahaha! Their hope was buried in the dirt!"
It was the darkest, most despicable corner of human nature.
It was the malicious revelry of transforming the humiliation of one's own country's defeat into someone else's disaster.
It was the self-destructive thrill of dragging someone else into the abyss and falling with them.
But the next second—
The screen lit up.
It wasn't the cave where Xu Feng was. The camera there had indeed been buried under the rubble.
It was another feed.
After sensing the terrifying energy fluctuation erupting from Baillutan, several military drones and helicopters in the sky above Jeju Island quickly adjusted their course and flew toward