"You have activated the Forbidden Curse scroll. For the next 90 seconds, you will be in a rigid state!"
"Warning: This state cannot be canceled by any skill!"
"Warning: If you are attacked, the casting will be interrupted, and you will suffer immense mana backlash!"
System notifications echoed in Orson's ears. A purple dragon-shaped shadow surged from his body, piercing through the Lord's Manor's roof and blasting straight into the high skies of Infinite Dimensions.
This wasn't just any forbidden curse—it was a max-level Tier 10 Dragon Race Forbidden Curse, far more terrifying than standard SS-rank spells.
To even learn a Forbidden Curse required at least level 120.
And cast by Orson—a monster of range—the effect radius stretched across the entire battlefield, far more destructive than even the Phase 1 Forbidden Cannon of Celestial Fortress.
Major Announcement: Godslayer Guild's player "Anonymous" has used the SS-rank Forbidden Curse "Divine Dragon Seal"! Imperial NPC legions will now attempt to stop him at all costs!
Major Announcement: All players, prepare for combat!
As the announcement echoed, the Empire's army around Forever City erupted into chaos.
"That's the Purple-Gold Dragon King's Forbidden Curse! Stop him! Now!"
General Hugh Jackman roared, swinging his greatsword and sending a sweeping blade arc that cleaved through a dozen buffed players like paper.
Under his command, elite forces broke free from the entanglements with Dragon's Kiss Guild and other major factions. They regrouped quickly, storming toward Forever City's outer gates, hoping to breach the barrier and interrupt Orson's casting.
"He's insane! That general might not be a King yet, but damn, he's close!"
A downed player from Glory Seekers screamed, bleeding on the ground.
But just as the general thought they were cowering in fear—
That same player spat blood and yelled, "Don't let this bastard escape! He's got Saint-tier NPC gear! If we take him down, we're talking a full set of Forbidden Magic-tier loot!"
"Fortune favors the brave, and this general is my destiny! Come at me!"
"Respawn! Everyone gang up and beat him to death!"
Masses of players resurrected and rushed him again, caring little for strategy or finesse. It was all about the loot.
A horde of players swarmed Hugh Jackman, surrounding him completely.
But against such a power gap, sheer numbers couldn't close the distance. Even as a defensive general, Jackman was still at peak Saint Lord tier.
Each swing of his sword sent bodies flying, yet players refused to back down.
No one would let a walking treasure chest get away without coughing up a few million gold worth of loot.
Yamata no Orochi was no longer just a monster—it had evolved into a King-tier living weapon. Its towering form grew even more solid, eight serpentine heads spitting destructive elemental blasts.
With three Yagami Mirrors in hand, Naoko's power reached a level that made even top UJ players shiver. In the war to unify the UJ mining zones, she'd once single-handedly wiped out over 160,000 rebel players.
"I like you… I really like you. You'll like me too, right?"
Naoko muttered, just slightly unhinged.
"Boss, you see that? I told you one-sided love always ends in madness."
Charles shook his head from atop one of Orochi's heads, muttering to Lauren.
But Charles wasn't just some random player now.
He was head of Godslayer's UJ Division, better known by players as President Chen… or less kindly, Chen the Leech.
Thanks to Orson's tithe system—10% of soulstone earnings—Charles had expanded it into an absurd tax web that included ore, potions, ingredients, and more.
Some guilds even had to fork over 20–40% of their loot.
In the UJ server, that kind of greed was legendary.
He was cursed to hell and back by most players—
But nobody could resist the "Orochi eats the disobedient" policy.
The entire UJ district had basically become a US colony.
No one dared defy the will of Godslayer… not unless they wanted to be digested.
"I've got bad news," Lauren said with a grimace.
Charles blinked. "What now?"
"Word is… Orson got a girlfriend."
"WHAT?! Are you kidding me?!"
Charles's face turned pale. Lauren sighed and whispered in chat: "Not joking. It's legit."
Charles's knees went weak.
If Orgod had a girlfriend…
Then Naoko's crush was doomed. And when a lunatic's dream dies, who knows what else might?
"Why are you guys so quiet? Are you hiding something from me?"
Naoko turned her wide, innocent eyes toward them, having handed off command to Ishinaka.
"A-Ah… nothing at all!" Charles stammered, nearly choking.
Lauren forced a smile. "I heard Orgod likes ramen. UJ ramen's pretty good—you should send him some."
Naoko blushed, nodding like a happy chick. Then her face hardened.
She raised her staff.
"Activate Ice Storm! Target coordinate 36.43!"
"Hellfire Inferno! Clear the path for the next wave!"
The battlefield roared as elemental energy surged.
Orochi's heads lit up, casting devastating S-rank spells.
"Jesus… how busted is this chick's summon?"
A Dragon's Kiss Guild player cursed aloud.
Two massive spells detonated, blasting craters into the land, vaporizing groups of NPCs.
Orochi possessed eight elemental skills—all at S-rank—each head with its own cooldown. It was like having eight nuclear launchers on a mobile fortress.
If Naoko timed things right, she could pour endless AOE death into the battlefield.
Bradley soared down from the skies atop Velorith, the Lightning Dragon King.
"Blacksmith! Money Traveler is here to help!"
Demon God Veijander, the dwarf, was drenched in blood, one arm hanging limp.
"You little brat! If you'd come any later, I'd be dragon chow by now!"
"My beloved… my one and only…"
Velorith whispered lovingly, eyes sparkling. "Let us merge in glorious battle… ahhh…"
"You draconic pervert, can we not do this right now?"
Bradley grimaced. He just wanted to ride a dragon and look cool…
He did not expect the dragon to be this clingy.
From the moment he'd passed the trial, Velorith had been thirsty for his body.
"This battle is beyond you, adventurer!"
The Wood Spirit King raised his bow and fired a dazzling arrow!
"What the hell?! That's not an arrow—that's a sniper round!"
Bradley's heart froze. For the first time, he was up against a true King-tier foe.
During the dragon trial, Velorith had gone easy on them—absurdly easy.
But this arrow? Fast, sharp, lethal. If it hit, he was toast—even with high HP.
No time to dodge. He couldn't even activate his skills yet.
Bradley's eyes narrowed.
"Lightning Dragon-Rider Technique: Bound by Fate!"
"Darling… you wish to become one with me? I adore this feeling!"
Velorith's voice echoed with bliss.
His enormous form vanished, transforming into a radiant beam of blue light—
—and fused directly into Bradley's body.
Electric sparks danced across Bradley's skin.
His twin swords of light and shadow dissolved, replaced by a massive three-meter long blade shaped from white, black, and blue dragon horns.
Ancient runes covered his armorless body, lightning crowns formed above his silver hair.
A dazzling blue war suit carved with draconic motifs wrapped around him.
"I can hear your heartbeat, Velorith," he whispered.
Velorith moaned with pleasure. "I can feel the warmth of your soul… ohhh…"
Bradley glanced down. The Wood Spirit King's deadly arrow had left nothing more than a faint white scratch on his chest.
His health bar had only dropped by 1%.
His voice roared like thunder—but it wasn't human anymore.
It was the cry of a Dragon King.
And in that moment, every king on the battlefield turned to look at him in awe.