3 Million Scrolls

It had been an hour since the last announcement, and Zhao had spent that time familiarizing himself with the system's features. The interface was intuitive, almost too intuitive, as if it had been designed to meld seamlessly with his thoughts. On the right side of his vision, next to the status screen, three new options had appeared: Chat, Lord Shop, and Territory Management. Each icon glowed faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat, and Zhao couldn't shake the feeling that the system was alive, watching him.

He'd learned that not all people had been teleported to Central Land—only those within a specific age group, likely deemed fit for this brutal competition. It was a cold, calculated decision, and it made Zhao's stomach churn. What had happened to the others? His parents, his younger sister—were they safe, or had they been discarded like chaff? The thought gnawed at him, but he pushed it aside. There was no room for weakness here, not in a place where survival was a luxury.

His abilities, though, were a different matter. They were frightening, even to him, a mere lord who had just received his talent. The Million Times Multiplier System had amplified everything—his talent, his rewards, his potential—into something monstrous. But what was even more surprising than all his previous achievements was his talent itself. It could be expressed as nothing but overly, frighteningly awesome.

Normally, when you killed a mob, it had a certain chance of dropping items, but due to his EX-grade talent, "Plunder," it was a 1000% chance. Not only would it drop all the loot, but also ten times its normal quantity. The details of his talent appeared before him, glowing in the air, and Zhao felt a shiver crawl up his spine.

|Plunder|

You are the ultimate predator. As long as you are given enough time, you will become invincible.

Drop rate 1000%

Will drop items that are not normally dropped

Plunder is a game of luck; luck increased by 100%

EXP increased for all subjects +20%

The mere fact that he would not only receive all the loot but ten times of it was nothing short of terrifying. As if that wasn't enough, the luck of all his subjects was also increased by 100%. Luck was a non-visible stat, but it was a crucial one. Zhao didn't fully understand its mechanics—how could you quantify something so intangible?—but having access to a hidden stat was better than nothing. It was a wildcard, a hidden edge in a game where every advantage mattered.

Currently, speaking of subjects, Zhao had no idea where to get them. The system had mentioned summoning scrolls, but he hadn't explored that yet. Curiosity getting the better of him, he opened the chat, hoping to glean some insight from others.

Chat

Alexis: Did anyone receive an A-class talent other than me?

Buone: What, you received an A-rank talent? Mine is just a D-class Item Enhancement.

Alexis: Looks like my future is bright.

Scott: Huh, what's there to be proud about? It's just a talent. It ultimately depends on its user.

Flamia: True.

Rita: +1

Anmol: +2

..

Riol: +45

...

Alexander: +189621

Alexis: What the hell?

Scott: Seems like many people think the same.

Alexis: You do know how to talk. Tell me, what's your talent? That is, if you even have one, heh.

Scott: Scoff as much as you want. My talent is S-rank Dragon Tamer.

Marcus: Stop it, you two. We're already in a foreign land. We should not be fighting like this.

Samantha: Hey, does anyone know how to get subjects?

Riol: It seems the event hasn't fully started. I think they're waiting for us to get our information sorted before they begin.

Jonathen: Quite considerate, remembering what they said earlier about this land.

Marcus: Hey, remember, the event hasn't started yet.

The chat had suddenly stopped, and Zhao felt a familiar weight settle in the air. Everyone had received the announcement, its voice booming from every direction, cold and unyielding.

{The preparation time is officially starting.}

{The first event after the safety period has been decided.}

{Wishing you all luck.}

(You are given 3 summoning scrolls.)

(Ding… Million Times System activated.)

(You have received 3 million summoning scrolls.)

Zhao's jaw dropped, his breath catching in his throat. Three million summoning scrolls? The sheer number was staggering, almost incomprehensible. Before he could process it, the scrolls materialized before him, a cascade of golden light that shimmered like a river of stars. The light condensed, then surged toward him, entering his body in a warm, tingling rush.

You have received 3 million summoning scrolls.

It seemed that all items would be automatically moved to his inventory. Zhao focused, and a new screen appeared before him, detailing the scrolls.

|Summoning Scroll|

Allows you to summon a being. Their classes may belong to Production, Soldier, or Unique.

What you get is entirely random.

Zhao frowned, his mind racing. Even with 3 million scrolls, it was useless if he couldn't accommodate them. His territory was still Level 0, a barren hut surrounded by a flimsy dome. The system had mentioned limits—how many beings could he summon before his territory reached capacity? And what would happen if he exceeded it? Would they turn against him, or simply vanish?

"It seems I should try summoning them," he muttered, his voice tinged with caution. He selected one scroll from his inventory, its icon glowing faintly in his mind. With a thought, he activated it, and the scroll materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate runes. He tossed it into the air, and it burst into a golden stream of light, swirling like a miniature galaxy.