Chapter Sixty-Five
Crow flicked his fingers, sending silent orders through his contract links.
Immediately, his Divine-ranked units shot out like comets across the sky.
Sasha, her blade slicing the horizon. Aeris, her magic warping space itself. Elizabeth, her venomous web stretching miles. Briony, raising armies of undead faster than Crow had ever seen. Vaeril, the divine elven warrior, moving like a phantom. Eclipse Dragon of the Endless Skies, blotting out the heavens with a single flap of its wings.
[System Notification!]
Your Divine units are exterminating event monsters!
+10,000 Event Points per second!
The Event Shop numbers exploded upward.
Crow crossed his arms, a cold, amused smile tugging at his lips.
Every second, 10,000 points.
Every minute, 600,000 points.
Every hour, 36,000,000 points.
At this rate...
He wouldn't just win the event.
He would own it.
Meanwhile, across the world…
[World Chat]
[DarkWolf] WHO IS THIS MONSTER!?
[SnowRabbit] How can anyone even COMPETE?!
[KingSlayer] …Maybe if the top 10 guilds teamed up...
[StarSeeker] No. Even then, we'd lose.
Fear gripped the server.
Crow wasn't just winning — he was erasing everyone else's chances.
Crow casually opened the Event Shop, looking through the now overflowing options.
Special Units.
Hero Summon Books.
Rare Skill Stones.
Bloodline Essences.
Artifacts.
Bases.
Everything was available.
And at this rate —
he could buy it all.
Crow smirked.
"Now… let's get serious."
He opened the high-tier section of the Event Shop, where the real prizes were hidden.
—Divine Rank Bloodlines.
—SSS Rank Secret Classes.
—Special Summon Contracts for Mythical Creatures.
And he had enough points to buy dozens of them.
The world was collapsing — and Crow was the storm.