The dimensional rift ten feet above the volcano altar screamed like tearing star-iron.
Having realized that it had been thoroughly scammed by a sack of mashed purple sweet potatoes, two drops of onion dew. An eleven-year-old boy in a yellow bunny apron, the [Blood-Slaughter Leveling System] poured all of its remaining emergency reserve power into slamming its Rank 7 Demon-Awakening Core Vault shut!
The two colossal golden doors of the Upper-Realm portal hurtled inward toward each other, vibrating with terrifying Rank 7 Dimensional Shear Force. Anything caught between those closing spatial edges—whether ancient flying swords, ironclad warships, or ordinary Golden Core limbs—would be sliced into atomic dust on contact.
At the same time, inside the rapidly narrowing gap, the three-tiered diamond treasure chest began to flash with violent white self-destruct runes!
[EMERGENCY VAULT PURGE: 2.0 SECONDS TO TOTAL LOOT DESTRUCTION!]
[NO LOWER-REALM MORTAL SHALL TOUCH THE PROPERTY OF THE HEAVENLY SCRIPT PAVILION!]
Up on the obsidian picnic ridge half a mile away, Gu Changsheng calmly set his bucket of caramel popcorn down on the folding camp table and stood up.
“Kids,” Gu Changsheng said in a relaxed, conversational voice. “His system is trying to welsh on its contract and blow up our props fee. Don’t let good crafting materials go to waste.”
