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Stage Clear! Congratulations: Sects Unlocked, Assigning players to lead sects based on contributions....
CONGRATULATIONS:
1. Demonic Sect : PRETENDER
2. ORTHODOX SECT : SOVEREIGN
3. UNORTHODOX SECT: LET ME SOLO IT
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"EH GUYS!"
"LOOK AT THAT"
"GUILDS? NO — LEGION VS HORDE VS THIRD-PARTY ROGUE FACTION?!"
"3-WAY CULTIVATOR WAR, LET'S GOOOOO!"**
The chat was exploding.
People were already theorycrafting sect metas, drawing faction fanart in real-time, and planning makeshift banners and rallying into one spot or another
"**I knew the Demon King would be a **Heavenly Demon**."**
**"He threw a flag covered in EXPLOSIVE TALISMANS at the boss, what did you expect!?"**
**"Sasuga Maou-sama… even the lore respects him."**"
Sigh.
Everywhere I go.
Crowd Follows.
This time more literal, as a throne, made by corpses of puppets stood tall before me.
this is for the skull god right? not for me?
you don't expect me to sit on it right?
**"Yo look at SOVEREIGN! Orthodox Sect leader???"**
**"Of course she is — elegant, powerful, zero tolerance for BS."**
**"WAIT WAIT—didn't she book an entire restaurant IRL just to eat in peace???"**
**"Queen behavior. Cultivation royalty confirmed."**
I can see the more reasonable bunch over at sovereign side.
envious.
and yeah can confirm that did happen. why? because it's my damn restaurant.
**"UNORTHODOX SECT: LET. ME. SOLO. IT."**
**"AS HE SHOULD."**
**"Bro parried 50 hits like he was playing Beat Saber blindfolded."**
**"No armor, no pants, no problem."**
**"He IS the patch notes."**
**"The devs didn't program that class. He wrote it."**
Yeah wierdoes attract.
and then there's the crowd that havent decided
**"OKAY OKAY BUT WHO ARE WE JOINING??"**
**"Demonic Sect for chaos and cool factor."**
**"Orthodox for structure and drip."**
**"Unorthodox if you hate everyone but yourself and win anyway."**
**"WHY NOT ALL 3?!"**
**"Because the Dao says no."**
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Update complete Please join a faction to gain relevant cultivation methods:
1. Demonic Sect :
- **Berserker** – Qi-fueled powerhouse; grows stronger the closer to death.
- **Assassin** – Soul-stepper who strikes from shadows, leaves cursed marks.
- **Warlock** – Channels forbidden rituals and flame talismans to sacrifice or summon.
- Orthodox Sect:
- **Protector** – Heavy cultivator with defense formations and spirit-bound weapons.
- **Blade Dancer** – Graceful combo fighter with flowing stance shifts and internal Qi cycling.
- ****Mystic Acupuncturist** – Uses Yin-aligned alchemy, golden needles, and meridian strikes to heal, cleanse, and empower allies.
1. UnOrthodox Sect:
- **Flow Reversal Disciple** – Pure **counter-based** fighter; has *no attacks*, only reactive skills.
- **Voidstep Desciple** – Ultra high mobility with teleport feints, clone afterimages, and spatial twists.
- **Iron Palm Monk** – Hits allies to **restore** HP, break curses, or transfer damage from teammates.
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Not even three minutes passed—
And all hell broke loose.
"WAIT NEEDLES?? WHO'S OUT HERE PLAYING Trauma Center: Dao of the Operating Table!?"
"Iron Palm heals through violence? I'm SOLD."
"HELP I PICKED WARLOCK AND NOW EVERYTHING I TOUCH CATCHES FIRE INCLUDING MY PARTY? NICE COME HERE YOU LITTLE SH---"
Then—
A ripple of light swept over the battlefield.
Players who had selected classes began glowing.
**Clothing dissolved into particles—reformed, reshaped.**
Styles changed.
Colors shifted.
Weapons materialized.
It was like watching a live fashion show mixed with a cultivation awakening.
[player banters bellow]
**"YO—Berserker's wearing crimson?! That's a first."**
**"Assassins in black. Classic. Edgy. Stylish. Expected."**
**"Warlocks are… yellow??"**
**"…why are they yellow."**
**"Bro looks like a cursed banana."**
**"The design team has got to do better."**
**"No no it's not yellow, it's 'sulfur flame gold'."**
**"Okay okay but why does Iron Palm Monk look like a street brawler who teaches yoga on weekends?"**
**"Because he IS. That's the lore now."**
"GUYS CHECK YOUR SKILL TREES!"
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Special Cultivation Method handed out for top contributors
1. PRETENDER : Heavenly Demon Mendate
2. LET ME SOLO IT : Heavenly Rythm Sutra
3. SOVREIGN : Moonlight Jade Scripture
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**"WAIT—SPECIAL SKILL TREES??"**
**"WHY DO THE NAMES SOUND LIKE FINAL BOSS DLCs?"**
**"Heavenly DEMON MANDATE??? What is this, a shonen arc!?"**
**"Moonlight Jade Scripture sounds like a cursed poetry book that kills you slowly."**
**"And Heavenly Rhythm Sutra?? That's gotta be a rhythm game disguised as a sword style."**
**"Can we even unlock these? Or is this 'top 1% whales only' content?"**
**"Bro these names are terrifyingly cool. I don't even want to fight them. I want to read them."**
**"Please tell me Demonic Mandate has a skill tree called 'Punch Heaven in the Face' or something."**
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[Heavenly Demon Mandate]
Understanding: 0%
Status: Dormant
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A subtle red glow begins to edge of my arm, an outline. Not flashy—ominous.
A textbox apepars.
And then another
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**"To walk the path of the Heavenly Demon is to reject the heavens themselves."**
**"Level not through experience… but through Contradiction."**
**"Speak defiance. Think rebellion. Act against the expected."**
**"Each time you reject fate… you grow stronger."**
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Contradiction, huh?
Cute.
So all I had to do... was be myself?
Fate?
Hated it.
I didn't want to be the best. Didn't want the spotlight. Didn't want the interviews or the sponsorship deals.
All I ever wanted was peace. A hot pan, a quiet kitchen, and no one breathing down my neck asking for a "statement."
I quit gaming because of fate.
My rebellion was choosing the frying pan over the blade.
That thought alone… burned.
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[Heavenly Demon Mandate]
Understanding: 5%
Status: Stirring...
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I didn't move.
Didn't say anything.
But something inside me shifted.
Like a chain—rusted and half-forgotten—snapped loose from the soul.
No particles. No aura. No glowing eyes.
Just a silence.
Like the world was waiting. Watching.
And I knew—
This wasn't a power you showed off.
It was something you carried.
Quiet. Heavy.
Like a crown made of broken rules.
The pole vibrates with a pulse not of power — but **defiance**.
The air tightens. The laws of the world hold their breath.
A word coils on my tongue.
Not an incantation.
Not a plea.
Just a contradiction made manifest.
Whispers echo around me like a jury waiting for a verdict.
I open my mouth.
**"Defy."**
From my shadow — a figure rises.
Not summoned. Not born.
**Willed.**
A mirror image of my form draped in rebellion, wielding a spear.
I knew that form too well.
A relic from a bygone era.
He bore the scars of every match I won, and every dreams I crushed.
He was the dynasty I built…
And the ghost that ended it.
My **ace hero** — the champion of contradiction.
[The False Emperor - Aurex]
He is the crowned traitor, the emperor who never claimed his throne.
The spear was his scepter, but the world refused his coronation.
Just like old times.
No matter how much they nerfed you — frame by frame, swing by swing —
**I remind them every time: it's the hands, not the spear.**
"HEY IS THAT ?"
"AUREX IS BACK?! AND… MITRA TOO?!"
"OH DAMN. ARE WE GETTING A NEW WORLD FINALS?! BUT INSIDE A VR CULTIVATION GAME??"
"LOOK AT SOVEREIGN! MITRA IS NOW A STAND!"
"WE EATING GOOD THIS YEAR, BOYS!"
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**Mitra** — The Shining Blade, Sovereign's Ace Hero
An ethereal knight in flowing silver stood across from me, rapier drawn, unwavering in her grace.
She didn't posture. She didn't speak.
She simply stared — straight through me, and into Aurex's soul.
A smirk tugged at my lips.
As if on cue, the Emperor beside me mirrored it — just a flicker beneath his ever-stoic expression.
"Where's the arrow when you need it I want one too!"
"Wait, why is Mitra only an aura, but Aurex is a full summon?"
"A close-range Stand vs a remote one?"
"Yo, are we playing JoJo's Bizarre Cultivation now?"
Mitra — a radiant bruiser of pure intent.
Aurex — a methodical tyrant of lingering will.
**They don't clash. They complete the contradiction.**
**The Spear and the Blade. The Rebellion and the Devotion.**