Fanaticism

High-Dimensional Space: Titan Divine Body.

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Gu Yuan's consciousness swept across the vast territory within his body like a sovereign surveying his domain.

At the edge of the [Liver Nebula], within the originally pitch-black, lifeless Poisonous Labyrinth, only a few insignificant specks of light now flickered.

They were Li Ming's H-103 camp, Dragon War's H-109 outpost, and the scattered players' Mushroom Village.

Compared to the Liver's countless hexagonal Hepatic Lobules and its boundless ocean of toxins, the players' current exploration progress was less than one ten-thousandth. They were like a few isolated drilling platforms just erected on an endless sea—a foothold existed, but purifying the entire Liver remained a distant dream.

"Progress is slow, but the spark has been planted."

Gu Yuan wasn't impatient. Purifying the Liver was a long, grinding process. As long as the players kept killing monsters and breaking down toxins, the burden on his body would lighten.

But an alert from another direction shattered his composure.

[Warning: Severe gastric acid reflux intensifying!]

[Cardia (stomach-esophagus junction) sphincter relaxed. Highly corrosive stomach acid eroding the Lower Esophagus, approaching the base of the Lung!]

Gu Yuan felt an unbearable "heartburn" of searing pain.

If that stomach acid, capable of digesting metal and stone, surged upward, the players' newly established fortresses like Black Stone Fortress in the Lung would be annihilated. The defensive line would be burned through in an instant—a physical dissolution far more terrifying than any virus.

"I'd love to push through and restore the detox function, but that situation is too urgent. I have to build a breakwater there first."

Gu Yuan checked his Bio-Energy reserves. After this period of accumulation, the balance had once again broken the hundred-million mark.

"Relying on the players' current mortal flesh alone won't withstand the acid environment. I need to boost their survivability, or... give them enough temptation to throw their lives away."

Gu Yuan's gaze sharpened as his fingers flew across the system backend.

"Convert resources: [Titan Blood (Diluted)] x 2000."

"Set distribution rules: Bind to new campaign—[Battle of the Cardia]."

Blue Star, the real world.

Though, for Blue Star's billions of people, the mere 2000 players who had obtained "Titan Blood" were like a handful of sand tossed into a desert, that handful was all gold.

In this age of information explosion, secrets couldn't be kept.

Even the extravagant, terrifying lives of the ultra-rich could be exposed, at least leaking some clues—let alone ordinary people who loved to show off.

Especially when that secret involved health, longevity, and supernatural power. Countless people flocked to it; countless others grew arrogant with their talents.

Location: A second-tier city in southern Dragon Kingdom, late-night food stall.

"Boss! Two more cases of beer! Step on it!"

A group of tattooed, rough-faced youths sat around a table, making a racket.

Leading them was a crew-cut man. He was an early Titan Game player, ID: Baozao Laoge. In daily life, he was a jobless street thug. After the Titan Game, he spent all his time in it. He was incredibly lucky—one of the first 1000 to snag a potion. In reality, he was just a punk, but in the game, he was a LV.11 Divine Guard, specialized as a Berserk Behemoth.

Now, flushed red from drinking, he had one foot on a stool, spittle flying as he bragged.

"I'm telling you, in that Liver dungeon, I soloed two Sludge Monsters! The moves, tsk tsk..."

"Come on, bro, quit the crap." A young student at the next table couldn't help muttering, "I play Titan too. A LV.11 Divine Guard soloing two LV.16 monsters? You can't even break their defense."

"Slap!"

Baozao Laoge slammed the table.

The solid wood corner snapped off with a sharp crack! Wood chips flew.

The surrounding diners went silent instantly, staring in horror at the broken table corner. How much strength did that take?

"Little punk, who're you calling a liar?"

Baozao Laoge stood up, staggering over. Alcohol, combined with his sudden supernatural power, had completely overwhelmed his already inflated ego. He felt like a superman now. The law? What was that?

"You... what do you want?" The student's face went pale with fear. He regretted it. What terrible luck—running into a thug who'd taken Titan Blood!

"What? I'll show you the power of a Berserk Behemoth!"

Baozao Laoge sneered, reaching for the student's collar, his movement so fast it stirred the air.

But before his hand could touch him, a long, powerful hand shot out from the side, clamping onto his wrist like an iron vise.

It was a man in a black jacket and a cap, quietly eating noodles in the corner.

"Let go." The man's voice was low, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Who the hell are you? Looking for death?"

Baozao Laoge roared in anger, instinctively trying to use the fighting techniques from the game. He yanked his arm hard—a force that would dislocate an ordinary person's joint.

But he was horrified to find that no matter how he struggled, the man's hand was welded to his wrist, unmoving.

"A LV.11 Divine Guard. Your base strength has indeed been enhanced quite a bit."

The capped man looked up, revealing a pair of sharp eyes. "But all brute force, no technique. Is this how you use the power Titan granted you?"

"You're a player who's taken Titan Blood too?!" Baozao Laoge was half-sober now.

"I'm here to teach you some manners."

The man flicked his wrist with barely any visible movement—just a variation of a grappling technique.

"Ah—!"

Baozao Laoge screamed, his body crumpling as if his bones had been yanked out. In an instant, he was pinned to the ground, face pressed against the greasy floor, unable to move.

Woo—woo—!

Before his lackeys could react, two black SWAT vehicles screeched to a halt.

Several fully armed special agents quickly disembarked, handcuffing Baozao Laoge with practiced ease and dragging him into the vehicle.

"Take him away. Case 12 of loss of control."

The man in the cap pulled out a walkie-talkie, his tone calm. "Target secured. Recommend mandatory cooldown for this player and assess account recovery risk."

The Titan Game was bound to individuals—no one else could take over an account. But keeping these troublemakers away from the game pods was still easy enough.

The surrounding diners gaped at the scene, phones in hand, recording it all.

Though the authorities quickly clamped down on the coverage, similar "urban legends" were already spreading through the grapevine.

Dragon Kingdom Security Bureau, Wall Breaker Task Force office.

Ban Jianguo stared at the reports pouring in from all regions, his brow deeply furrowed.

"Two thousand enhancers. Most are still behaving for now, but there are plenty with that 'nouveau riche' mindset, like the one just now."

He turned to Lei Zhen, who had just logged off to report.

"Lei, when power comes too fast, the mind can't keep up. That's a recipe for disaster. We can't just block without guiding."

"Feng Xing Tian Xia is already on it," Lei Zhen reported. "The Dawn Guild has internally issued the Transcendentalist Covenant, strictly forbidding members from abusing force in the real world. Violators are not only kicked from the guild but blacklisted server-wide. And... we'll assist the authorities in locating them in reality."

"Mm. Feng Xing Tian Xia is a smart man, a qualified leader." Ban Jianguo nodded. "Tell him the authorities support his approach. Also, according to intel just in, the second round of serum distribution has begun."

"This time, there are more eyes on it. Foreign conglomerates, mercenaries, even extremist groups are trying everything—to get accounts, control account holders, or intercept the Titan Blood." Old Ban pointed at the screen. "This is a war without gunpowder. In the game, you need to hold the line."

In-game, server-wide announcement screen.

Just as the real world was churning with undercurrents, a golden server-wide announcement exploded across the server like a nuclear bomb.

[Expansion Update: Acid Tide.]

[Background: The Liver Expedition has just begun, but deep within the Stomach, violent tremors are stirring. The defensive line known as the Cardia is about to fall. Highly corrosive acid is surging back, threatening the Lung Passage we rely on to survive.]

[Server-Wide Emergency Campaign: Build the "Great Wall of Cardia"!]

[Campaign Objectives:]

Head to the Stomach entrance—the Cardia—and use Acid-Resistant Material to construct a dam, blocking stomach acid from eroding the esophagus.

Eliminate the [Corrosive Sludge Monsters] and [Strong Acid Spitters] surging up with the acid.

[Campaign Rewards (Key Points):]

[Gene Shop Second Restock Announcement!]

[New Item: "Titan Blood (Diluted Version)"]

[Quantity: 2,000 vials.]

[Acquisition Rules: No speed-based purchasing this time. The top 2,000 players based on individual contribution in the Cardia Campaign will earn the right to purchase!]

"Holy shit!!! Two thousand vials!!"

"This time it's based on contribution? Awesome! No more racing for clicks!"

"Grind! If I don't grind to death, I'll grind till I'm dead!"

If only a handful knew the truth about the first round of serums, after over ten days of fermentation and all the rumors spreading in the real world, now every player on the planet knew—this stuff could rewrite fate.

Madness.

Absolute madness.

Countless players who had been haggling over a few hundred Bio-Energy in the Liver zone were now charging toward the teleportation arrays with bloodshot eyes. Even a LV.5 noob just messing around wanted to haul a few bricks at the front line—what if they cracked the top 2,000?

Location: Dawn Guild base—Detoxification Camp.

Feng Xing Tian Xia watched the boiling messages in the guild channel, then turned to the core team behind him.

"See that?"

"This time it's about contribution. The fairest, and the cruelest rule."

Yun Zhong You gripped her staff tightly, her gaze resolute. "Brother Feng, my parents... they're old and not in good health. I want to get a vial for them too."

Dali Chu Qiji scratched his head, no longer his usual carefree self. "I've got a childhood buddy back in the village. He lost his leg in a construction accident... I want to get one for him too."

Even the ever-calm Li Zihan had a glint in his eyes. "I want to get one for my mentor. He has Alzheimer's—his brain is shrinking. If I can cure him, it'd be a blessing for the scientific community."

Looking at the eager eyes of his teammates, Feng Xing Tian Xia fell silent for a moment. He understood their desire to give back to their loved ones, but he had to stay rational as their leader.

"Of course you can."

Feng Xing Tian Xia nodded, then shifted his tone, his voice turning unusually serious.

"But I have to remind everyone—stay calm. Make sure to prioritize resources for yourselves first."

He swept his gaze across the group, his eyes sharp as torches. "The 'Titan Blood' we have now is just a diluted version. It can cure illnesses, but it's only entry-level enhancement. This game has just begun. There might be stronger items later, even a complete version of divine blood that grants immortality."

"If we spread our resources thin now and let our core team fall behind the curve, then when stronger bosses and rarer rewards show up, we'll just be watching others take them."

Feng Xing Tian Xia paused, his tone softening slightly. "Only when we're strong ourselves can we provide better resources for those around us. This selfishness now is for protection later. Got it?"

Everyone felt a chill of realization.

Li Zihan adjusted his glasses and nodded firmly. "Brother Feng is right. We can't afford to give up our current advantage."

"Then let's go take it."

Feng Xing Tian Xia drew [Origin Fang] and pointed it toward the new passage leading to the Stomach.

"Move out! Target: Cardia!"