Mud Falling into Trousers - It's Shit If It Isn't Shit

Chaos!

Complete chaos!

The entire Stoo Safe Zone had descended into turmoil.

All Tentacle Race players in the Safe Zone were dumbfounded.

Yesterday had clearly been a calm, peaceful day, yet today, the sky over the Safe Zone had been torn apart.

8:45 a.m.

Giant Whale Guild President Polite and fourteen senior guild officials were ambushed by a mysterious man in black robes while on their way to the Giant Whale Guild headquarters.

President Polite suffered a severe abdominal injury, and the Epic Grade weapon—the Clear Shadow Longsword—was stolen.

Seven of the fourteen senior guild officials were killed, while all the rest were injured.

This amounted to the Giant Whale Guild losing nearly half of its upper-level combat power!

Fortunately, the city guards arrived in time and scared off the black-robed man, preventing the Giant Whale Guild's upper ranks from being wiped out entirely.

If it had only been the Giant Whale Guild, that would have been one thing.

People could only marvel at the terrifying strength of that mysterious black-robed man, who had defeated a top guild all by himself.

And sent that top guild into decline.

But at 12:16 p.m., a second piece of terrible news arrived.

Charles—one of the leaders of the Safe Zone Guard—had died in his own home!

According to Charles's personal guard, he had gone to Charles's house at 12:16 p.m. to deliver his lunch.

The moment he entered, he smelled a pungent stench of blood.

Then, on the bed in Charles's bedroom, he saw the head and body placed separately.

The peaceful expression on the head's face made it clear that Charles had been killed in his sleep!

That was terrifying!

He was a dignified third-class powerhouse. Though only level 81, his ability to sense danger had definitely been among the very best