New Citizen Outbreak

Shuma-Gorath was devoured by Ian.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord]'s experience was also skyrocketing.

And his class-change quest was nearly complete.

"Are you sure you want to keep going?" Strange stood off to the side, his face full of worry. "That last one almost destroyed all of New York."

"A few more rounds and can anyone still live here?" He marveled at New York's resilience. Ancient One ignored him and only looked toward Ian, who stood in the corner.

Ian leaned against the wall, both hands in his pants pockets, his expression as calm as if he were waiting for a bus.

"Three more to go," he said.

Ancient One nodded, took a deep breath, and released his aura once more.

This time, that aura was even thicker, even more enticing—like setting out a full banquet in front of a starving man.

Strange instinctively retreated several steps and hid in the farthest corner of the Sanctum.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nothing happened.

Strange had just been about to breathe a sigh of relief when space suddenly began to tremble.

It was not one rift, but three—at the same time!

On the Sanctum's ceiling, walls, and floor, three rifts tore open at once. A different aura surged out from behind each one: one scorching hot as magma, one cold as an abyss, one warped like a nightmare.

Three figures charged out of the rifts.

The first was a giant wreathed entirely in blue flames. It stood ten meters tall, and every step it took left molten footprints on the floor. Its face was twisted and hideous, its eyes two leaping clusters of blue fire.

"Ancient One—! Do you still remember me?! I am the World Burner! You sealed me in the Flame Dimension for three thousand years!"

The second was a