Prelude to Real War

With the players' attributes feeding back at one hundred percent, Earth civilization's counteroffensive officially began.

Before gaining the players' power, they had been a civilization of the Mud World, all mere flesh-and-blood mortals.

Even if they resisted with everything they had, in the Black Tide's eyes, it did not even qualify as a proper war—at most, it was a light snack.

But the moment the attribute feedback took effect, the dimensional disparity was reversed.

Having cast off the shackles of their mortal bodies, they too became natural disasters—undying calamities that had clashed with the Black Tide in countless life-and-death battles upon the Pale Continent. An invasion force led by a mere twenty-three Black Tide Monarchs could never stand against the Player Camp, which possessed a century's worth of accumulated strength.

Beneath the overturned black sky, countless figures soared into the air from buildings, streets, and alleys in every major city. They charged against the black mist, faced the world-crushing Black Tide head-on, and fearlessly accepted this ultimate challenge that spanned dimensions.

In the world channel, countless arrogant, uninhibited shouts rang out.

"Twenty-three monarchs think they can overturn our players' home turf? Is the Black Tide really that short on manpower now? Are you handing out scraps to beggars?!"

"You've got some nerve, coming to our doorstep to make trouble! You're asking to die—your grandpa's Critical Hit sword has never failed!"

"Hahaha! Now that our true bodies are back in place, we'll sweep this black fog right off Earth today!"

"The counteroffensive has begun! The prophecy from when the God King first entered the Monster World actually came true. That's insane!"

Voices boiled over, and Battle Intent soared to the heavens.

Players flew into the sky and charged at the Black Tide, while supernatural powers that had never belonged to reality