And him?
Han Ling, descendant of the Divine Bloodline, was just an afterthought along the way.
Time passed, slow and steady.
Mongolian Drummer Han Ling was still fantasizing about rising to a higher dimension, arms around beauties, dominating the Star River.
Boom—
Rumble—!
Suddenly.
The central fortress he occupied shook violently.
"Hm?"
Han Ling's expression changed ever so slightly in that moment.
His fortress was not like the others in the Star System Wasteland!
This is…
A High Dimension Fortress!
This is…
A greeting gift dropped into place from the Nash Clan, direct from the High Dimension!
Of course.
As strong as the Nash Clan was, they couldn't drop too many such fortresses compatible with the server's rules for long periods, so the central fortress was unique—only the one Han Ling was in.
And this fortress.
Theoretically, it had already hit the Star System Wasteland's rule limit; no Energy Level from the Star System Server could threaten it.
But now?
