Chapter 437: Descent and Massacre
Back atop the Tower, tensions escalated to a boiling point. Multiple Player factions stood locked in a tense standoff at the center, the air thick with anticipation.
"Treasures belong to the worthy! That Purple Equipment Ring should be ours—Royal Power’s rightful prize!"
"Shut your mouth!"
"We were the first to enter! First discovery goes to the first finder!"
"Want to fight? Think carefully! This is the Tower of Conflagration—the domain of a Special Non-Player Character!"
"Break the rules here, attack us first, and you’ll face consequences you won’t survive!"
"Damn it, Royal Power’s thugs are shameless! Just wait and see!"
Royal Power Players huddled together, their eyes gleaming with greed as they clutched the Ring tightly in their hands.
"This is it—fortune!"
"Hahahaha, never expected such a windfall!"
"Imagine the Guild Leader’s reaction! He’ll be ecstatic! Might even hand out a fortune!"
They knew full well—this was the first Purple Equipment in the entire server.
Bring it back to the Guild, and the overbearing, vanity-driven Guild Leader, [The Overlord], would be utterly thrilled.
In his joy, he might reward them with hundreds of thousands—no, even more!
This wasn’t just a game.
It was life-changing.
But blinded by greed, they failed to notice—something had changed.
The air around them grew heavier, hotter, physically searing.
Fwip.
A faint crackling sound.
Ash and Ember Sparks danced through the air.
Flowing flames wove like silk threads through the space, distorting the very atmosphere.
Then—clear, sharp, and filled with fury—came a woman’s voice, slicing through the Players’ daydreams.
"Insolent wretches!"
"Thieves! You don’t know your own death! How dare you steal a Sacrificial Offering meant for King Kai Xiusu!"
The Players turned in terror.
A violent burst of flame tore open the air.
A young girl in crimson spirit robes materialized mid-air, her presence radiating fire and fury.
She looked barely more than a teenager, yet her beauty burned like fire itself—fiery, intense, breathtaking.
Her slender finger pointed directly at them.
"Stealing a Sacrificial Offering... defiling the glory of Emperor Kai Xiusu..."
"You are unworthy to be noble Dragon Oath Mages. You are unworthy to even call yourselves citizens of the Empire!"
Her golden eyes blazed with wrath, the irises flickering like flames.
The Players froze.
They saw the name above her head—clear as day—sending ice down their spines.
[Dragonfire Maiden - Misha]
Affiliation: Empire of Ash
Class: Dragon Oath Mage?
Challenge Rating: ???
"Wow... such a stunning Non-Player Character!"
Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s eyes sparkled—this was her ideal!
But the Royal Power Player who’d just been gloating felt his soul shatter.
His grip on the [Ring of the Fire Titan Noble] trembled violently.
His teeth chattered.
"Go—go now! Grab the Gear and run—now!"
"Run! Run!"
"How could we resist? It was right there!"
"Man, the Official’s fisherman’s justice is real!"
"Complaints! We must file complaints!"
"After all those trials, this?! All because of Royal Power’s damn scum!"
Players screamed, scrambling like cornered rats.
They used every trick in the book—Invisibility, Teleportation, Stealth—fleeing for their lives.
"Pathetic resistance."
Misha smirked, her golden eyes glinting coldly.
Snap.
A crisp sound.
Boom—
A wall of blazing fire erupted at the doorway—searing, intense, radiating unbearable heat.
It sealed off every escape route.
A 4th-level spell: [Wall of Fire]
"Ah—!"
"Blocked!"
"God no, we’re dead!"
"Damage is insane!"
Dark figures emerged from the fire—Players who’d used Invisibility, now trapped in the Sea of Flames.
They writhed, screaming, until they were reduced to ash.
One touch—instant death.
The rest dared not approach.
They huddled in corners, trembling, helpless.
But Misha showed no mercy.
Her gaze remained cold, expressionless.
She opened her palm.
Swish—
A dazzling burst of flame erupted from her palm—streams of molten fire lashed out, striking down more than a dozen Players in rapid succession.
[Scorching Beam]
Amplified by the dual bonuses of [Child of the Elements] and [Dragon Heart], this first-level Flame Ray burned with temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees.
It tore through Players’ chests like paper.
"Whoa—what kind of damage is this?!"
"Is that [Scorching Beam]?"
"This is the same spell I use? The one mocked as ‘a magnifying glass burning ants’?!"
"Regretting everything now… this Dragon Oath Mage is too strong!"
Boom!
Misha’s battle was a spectacle—flames dancing with every motion, her every gesture a stroke of divine fire.
She destroyed Players one by one, effortlessly.
In that moment, she wasn’t just a warrior.
She was fire.
She was the Cataclysm.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s eyes burned with awe.
Her entire body trembled with excitement.
Power. Beauty. Fire.
She had not come for nothing.
This was her dream—this was the class she would have.
She leaned forward, utterly absorbed.
The Royal Power Player still clung to the Ring—this was the chance to earn hundreds of thousands.
He glanced around, gritted his teeth.
"Let’s gamble! This is the first Purple Equipment in the server—worth dying for!"
"Cover me!"
The remaining Royal Power Players nodded, unleashing smoke screens, shields, distractions.
Then—his hand plunged into his chest.
He pulled out a precious Teleportation Scroll, tore it open, and activated it with a brutal, raw gesture.
A spatial rift split the air.
The Royal Power Player laughed wildly.
"Game’s over! I’m outta here!"
Flame arrows streaked through the air—but at the last second, he vanished.
"Stealing from King Kai Xiusu…"
Misha’s voice cut through smoke and barriers, echoing across the entire Tower.
"None of you will escape."
"Wait—no! I didn’t steal anything!"
"I had intent, but no action!"
"Please! Don’t kill me!"
Their pleas were meaningless.
The next moment—massive, scorching fireball tore through the smoke, filling their vision.
Flames blazed in their pupils, painted across their faces.
"This… is—?"
"Shit!"
"Are you kidding? You call this a Fireball Spell?!"
Boom!
The explosion roared.
Flames swallowed the Players who had seized the Sacrificial Offering—engulfing them in an instant.
[Fireball Spell]
Yet, under Misha’s precise control, the blast was devastatingly powerful—but only targeted.
No innocent Players were harmed.
This was the final trial.
A massacre—punishment for those who dared defile the Emperor’s honor.
"This… is Fireball Spell!"
"Perfect… so perfect!"
Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s eyes were wide with ecstasy.
Tears welled up, threatening to spill.
This—this was her dream.
The fire, the power, the precision…
She had to become this Dragon Oath Mage.
Misha turned toward the Tower’s edge, peering through space.
She saw the fleeing Royal Power Player—vanishing into the distance.
Her golden eyes still burned with anger.
"Disgusting thief…"
"This was a sacred relic—taken from a Fire Titan Noble, meant solely for King Kai Xiusu."
"You cannot run."
She raised her hand.
Fire roared through the air, carving a rift in space—layer upon layer of burning energy.
And with a single step, the girl vanished into the rift.
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