My Apocalypse Territory

Green Shadow Entertainment City.

The square.

An atmosphere of oppression.

Mozang leaped forward in a few strides and his longsword swept down, attempting to cut through the special rope binding Becky...

Clang—

Sparks flew.

The special rope remained intact.

Mozang: "..."

He infused Source Power into his longsword, and a faint glow emanated from the blade.

Swish!

Silver light from the sword fell.

Mozang felt numbness in his hand.

On closer inspection,

Oh,

there was an effect, a white mark had been left on the special rope.

Clear and visible... not at all!

The accompanying dozen Awakeners, some were counting the cracks on the ground, others were looking up at the sky... ah, the haze was too heavy to see any stars.

Mozang felt like he was losing face.

The aura of the twelfth layer of Awakening burst forth completely, Source Power circulated, and he delivered a "Crescent Slash" from above.

Boom!

Becky, bundled up like a ball, rolled away several times.

He ended up hitting his face.

The special rope now had a slit about... one centimeter thick.

"Huff~ha~"

Mozang took a breath, it had been many years since he'd taken action personally.

Looking again at the dumpling... oh no, it's Becky, he nodded to two subordinates and, pretending nothing had happened, said, "You guys protect Commander Becky, everyone else, follow me."

He could no longer care for the other Duke Mansion guards that were also bound.

With limited manpower, he didn't plan to take out those Awakeners from the Entertainment City who were locked and suppressed by the aura, nearly unable to move.

Urgent matters were more important.

They had to finish the job before the Patrol Army arrived.

At this moment,

Mark and others were still contending with that terrifying pressure from the Transcendent.

The tangible aura, like a huge mountain, was pressing down on everyone.

Especially Mark who was the strongest, bearing the greatest pressure.

Nearly equivalent to standing at a standoff with a Transcendent being.

Meanwhile, those on the periphery, only affected by the spill-over of the Transcendent's aura, were less affected. Most of those with strength above the Sixth Layer could stand firm.

Many felt sorry for the Entertainment City.

Having provoked the Transcendent, this most prosperous place of the outskirts would soon vanish like smoke.

Mozang stepped forward, walking past Mark.

Suddenly,

Whoosh—

There seemed to be some indescribable change, which Mozang couldn't quite grasp.

Yet, he discovered that the surrounding Awakeners, suffering from the Transcendent's pressure, pale-faced, and hardly able to stand straight, suddenly seemed like fish leaping out of water, cold harsh gazes converging on Mozang and his dozen men.

The previously immobilized Mark and others, now had their complexions turned back to rosy, and in a moment hundreds of people scattered, surrounding Mozang and his men.

"..."

Cold sweat dripped down in an instant!

Seeking advice:

Betrayed by teammates and surrounded by enemies, what to do?

Online waiting, super urgent!

...

In the sky,

The Transcendent from Duke Morton Mansion was panicking.

Really,

If it hadn't been out of boredom, if it hadn't been because he held a high regard for Becky, his favored junior, he wouldn't have bothered coming.

Just an up-and-coming entertainment venue after all.

In the Royal Capital, there are not one thousand, but eight hundred such places.

It wasn't a classified stronghold, unlikely to be guarded by elites.

Even the Scarlet Arena, constantly stationed, was merely a small team ranging from the Sixth to Tenth Layer.

Only places storing food, equipment, or where masters worked and conducted experiments, were heavily guarded.

To face a mere Entertainment City, sending hundreds of elites from the Duke's Guard Team was already overvaluing them.

Yet, it was still a failure.

Even his highly regarded, potentially Transcendent "Mad Fist" Becky, had been miserably defeated on the spot.

The one who defeated Becky, the possibility of breaking through to become Transcendent, seemed rather significant.

In an instant,

The murderous intent from the Duke Mansion's Transcendent surfaced.

Having already suppressed them, it was better done thoroughly, other ant-like Transcendents didn't matter, but Mark, who might break through and become an existence on the same level as him, must not be left alive.

He was about to strike stealthily.

Just a jolt!

A strong enemy was watching in the dark.

The Duke Mansion's Transcendent prepared for the enemy, spreading his Perception, but couldn't find the hidden enemy.

And the shadow of death enveloping him grew stronger.

Apart from when the Black Tide had erupted and he had fought with a terrifying Dark Creature, he had never felt such panic.

Below,

Becky was bound, and Mozang with the remaining manpower also emerged from behind the scenes.

He was the support for Mozang and his men.

"I am a noble, I cannot flee the battle!"

"Stop hiding, come out!"

"I, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Huff~huff~"

The sky's Transcendent's mental state was stretched to its limit, and from all around, the sense of impending murder nearly caused his brain to shut down.

Faced with danger, how to choose?

His instincts made the choice for him.

In the next instant, he transformed into a beam of light, fleeing far away.

...

Meanwhile,

Inside the Black Night Tavern.

Gentle, soothing music echoed.

Most of the customers in the tavern had turned into spectators, and the usually bustling Black Night Tavern suddenly became deserted.

Bar counter,

The bartender wasn't Lorraine, but several of her apprentices.

As a full-time bartender, part-time sniper, mixing drinks... was of course when she felt like it, and when she didn't, slacking off was fine.

Otherwise, what's the use of apprentices?

After all, being the proprietress, she was invested technically, and the dividends were assured.

Lorraine, busy studying gambling techniques in a room, naturally noticed the commotion outside.

But anyway,

it wasn't a big deal.

She was too lazy to intervene; otherwise, wouldn't all the hard training of Zabol's subordinates be wasted?

She was considering their efforts.

Thus, Lorraine lazily turned over, her poker cards flipping swiftly in her hand.