Above Evernight City, that languid voice fell like a stone into a still lake, instantly silencing all the cheers.
"I was planning to slack off, but it looks like I'll have to step in after all~"
In the live stream, the comments that had been flooding the screen froze for a moment.
"Holy shit?! Another boss?!"
"No way?! All eight bosses were defeated, and there's still another powerhouse?!"
"Who was that just now?!"
"Wait, look over there! I think there's someone there!!"
"Dude, where's 'over there'? Be specific."
"We must be hearing things. All the bosses are already beaten."
"So what if there really is another boss? None of them can beat Xia Yuan."
"Showing up now? He's just asking to get stomped."
"..."
Everyone turned toward the source of the voice.
Mo Shiyu was puzzled. Why hadn't that boss joined the group fight? He had no chance in a one-on-one now.
Xia Yuan slowly turned his head, a knowing smile curling his lips. He had finally arrived.
In the distance, a figure slowly stepped out of the void.
He was a middle-aged man in an impeccably tailored dark suit, with an oddly shaped golden brooch pinned to his collar.
His face was unremarkable, the kind that would vanish into a crowd, but his eyes held a shrewd gleam.
His gait was casual, even somewhat careless.
He looked less like someone entering a battle for the survival of human civilization and more like someone arriving for afternoon tea.
He glanced at the fading motes of light on the Beach, the last traces left behind by War and Pride.
Then he gave a courteous smile and bowed slightly, as though attending a business meeting.
"Hello. I'm the owner of the Anything Shop."
His voice was gentle, his pace measured, carrying a