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Chapter Sixty-Three

Crow lazily stretched, his throne of black and gold floating above the battlefield.

Thousands of new undead marched beneath him, crushing monster camps one after another.

A soft chime echoed in the air.

[Event Leaderboard Updated!]

Curious, Crow opened the leaderboard window.

It flickered for a second —

then solidified into view.

[World Event Leaderboard]

1st Place: Crow — 1,002,940 Points

2nd Place: StarSeeker — 3,200 Points

3rd Place: BladeDancer — 2,980 Points

4th Place: LordBlood — 2,750 Points

5th Place: MoonSong — 2,300 Points

(List continues...)

Silence.

Crow just tilted his head, one eyebrow slightly raised.

Meanwhile, the entire server —

every player, guild leader, top guilds, hidden organizations, casual players —

exploded.

[World Chat]

[???] WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS THAT!?

[DragonKnight] 1 MILLION POINTS??? HOW???

[HealerBunBun] Is that a BUG?!

[CrimsonWolf] Admins!! BAN HIM!!

[StarSeeker] ...impossible...

[MoonSong] Even my entire party only farmed 300 points in one hour...

[System Notice: There is no error. Crow is participating legitimately.]

The announcement shattered their hopes.

Players were screaming, demanding explanations —

others were giving up altogether, feeling hopeless.

Crow simply smirked.

This was the advantage of preparation.

Undead swarms, elite heroes, divine beings —

and pure dominance.

He closed the chat window lazily, ignoring the chaos he caused.

Above the battlefield, Crow whispered coldly:

"First place is already mine. Now... let's see how much more I can take."

The undead army roared.

The flying base rumbled.

The world had no idea.

They were already his.