Picking itself up out of the forty-foot marble crater in the center of Floor Eight’s coliseum, the ten-thousand-foot Omni-Protagonist Amalgamation Monster finally managed to untangle forty of its eighty-eight golden arms.
Up on the high balcony of Floor Nine’s staircase, the Chief Author of Fate furiously slammed his blood-red editing quill against his control lectern. Bypassing the monster’s bickering brains and manually activating the passive aura of all one hundred thousand stolen Plot Halos at once!
“STOP ARGUING AND DRAIN THEIR LUCK!” the Chief Author screamed, his veins bulging like earthworms across his forehead.
“ACTIVATE [ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND CHOSEN ONES’ MANDATORY FORTUNE PLUNDER]! Suck the spiritual qi out of their lungs!
Rust their weapons! Make the ceiling tiles fall on their heads! Drain every drop of karma from Gu Changsheng’s family!”
WHIRRRRRR—SHING!!
Around the waist of the ten-thousand-foot abomination, the ten-mile-wide ring of 100,000 Golden Plot Halos spun like a cosmic turbine!
A terrifying, invisible suction vortex—the exact narrative mechanism that had bankrupted ten thousand ancient clans, caused countless rival geniuses to choke on their own pills. Forced every treasure in eight books to fly automatically into the protagonist’s pocket—erupted across the coliseum!
