Chapter One Hundred and Thirty
The global server chat exploded into chaos.
[World Chat]
Player_1982: WHAT THE HELL!?
DarkWarrior_7: He cleared wave FIVE!? How!?
IceQueen22: That's impossible! No one has even cleared wave TWO!
StormKnight: Isn't he just a necromancer with ONE divine unit and a S rank orc?
CrimsonArrow: Who is this guy!?
The leaderboard hadn't lied.
Crow – Level 30
Lyravex – Level 27 (SSS Rank Support Player)
Everyone else in the top 10? Level 6, barely holding onto scattered D or C rank units, most without a single A rank to their name.
They knew nothing.
In their minds, Crow had:
One known Divine Rank unit One known S rank hero (GorZul, the Orc Lord) A growing reputation... and an aura of mystery that was now driving them insane
Guilds scrambled to find information. Message boards overflowed. Streamers begged for clips. No one had even seen Crow's face or base in full.
And now, news had leaked—he had just earned a Primordial God Rank Elven Unit after clearing wave five.
Player_9: "This guy is a cheat!"
ShadowFox: "Even cheat engines couldn't explain this!"
Nova_Archer: "What if... he's not even human?"
But it was already too late.
The gap between Crow and the rest of the server wasn't a cliff. It was an endless chasm—and it was growing faster every second.