The transition from the lush forest to the new bio was violent.
The ground groaned as the massive iron-wood trees were swallowed by the arena floor, replaced by the jagged, frozen landscape of the Ghost-Iron Graveyard.
Massive, rusted swords the size of buildings protruded from the permafrost, and a biting wind began to howl through the simulated valley, carrying the scent of ancient rust and freezing mana.
The player count flickered on the holographic array: 84/400.
The chaff had indeed been cleared.
Those remaining were the predators, the lucky, and the monsters hiding in human skin.
High above, the digital crowd roared, their collective energy vibrating through the mana do.
In the center of the graveyard, a skirmish broke out between Lee Sang-hoon, a Tier-2 [Glacial Juggernaut], and a group of four players who had ford a temporary, desperate alliance.
Sang-hoon didn’t speak; he moved with the slow, inevitable montum of an avalanche.
His armor, forged from deep-sea ice, pulsed with a pale blue light.
As a spearman nad Park Jun-ho lunged with a flaming tip, Sang-hoon didn’t dodge.
He let the spear strike his chest piece.
The fla hissed and died instantly, the heat absorbed by the absolute zero mana of the armor.
[Skill: Absolute Zero Feedback]
The ice climbed up Jun-ho’s spear at a terrifying speed.
The spearman’s eyes widened, his fingers freezing to the haft before he could let go.
Sang-hoon reached out with a massive, gauntleted hand, gripped the frozen spear, and snapped it like a dry twig.
With a backhanded swing, he sent Jun-ho spinning across the ice, his body shattering into light as the safety charm activated.
-Sang-hoon is a beast. That armor is at least A-rank. -
-Look at the coordination of the other three! -They’re trying to flank! -
-Won’t matter. Sang-hoon is building up a ’Frost-Soul’ stack. -
The remaining three.
A mage nad Choi Mi-rae, a rogue nad Kang Dae-hyun, and a blunt-force brawler nad Shin Dong-wook synchronized their attack.
Mi-rae cast a gravity-well spell to pin Sang-hoon’s feet, while the other two closed the distance.
Dong-wook’s fists glowed with a dull tallic sheen. He was a [Vibration Monk].
He struck the air in front of him, sending a focused shockwave aid at Sang-hoon’s visor.
The ice juggernaut simply lowered his head.
The vibration hit his helt, causing a hairline fracture, but Sang-hoon didn’t stop.
He stomped his foot, and the Ghost-Iron floor erupted in a circular wave of frost.
The rogue, Dae-hyun, tried to use a shadow-step to bypass the wave, but the cold was so intense it slowed the very movent of the shadows.
He reappeared mid-leap, his legs partially encased in ice.
Sang-hoon swung his massive arm, the weight of his frozen gauntlet crushing the air itself.
The rogue was obliterated into light particles before he could scream.
Across the graveyard, near the hilt of a mountain-sized sword, a different kind of battle was unfolding.
Lim Ha-neul, an [ Magic Weaver], was dancing through a swarm of five attackers.
She used threads of razor-sharp mana that were nearly invisible to the naked eye.
Her movents were delicate, almost like a ballet.
She spun on her heel, her silk robes fluttering in the freezing wind.
As a swordsman nad Yoon Do-yun charged with a high-grade claymore, Ha-neul flicked her fingers.
[Skill: Thousand-Cut Labyrinth]
The mana threads tightened.
Do-yun didn’t even realize he had run into a trap until his claymore was sliced into four equal segnts.
He froze, looking at the broken hilt in his hand, then at the threads wrapping around his neck.
’He’s too aggressive and relies on the weight of the sword.
Once the weight is gone...he’s nothing.’
Ha-neul pulled her hand back, and Do-yun was yanked backward, his safety charm exploding in a burst of protective light to prevent his decapitation.
-HA-NEUL IS SO COLD WITH IT. -
-Did you see that? She didn’t even look at him. -
-Iron Aegis Guild is definitely going to scout her. That crowd control is elite. -
Suddenly, the ground beneath Ha-neul shifted.
A massive hand made of graveyard rust and frozen earth surged upward, grabbing her by the waist.
A player nad Kwon Jae-hyuk, a [Rust-Mancer], stepped out from behind a jagged blade.
He looked exhausted, his mana veins glowing a sickly orange.
"Got you... you arrogant... bitch," Jae-hyuk wheezed.
Ha-neul didn’t panic and flashed a smie.
She bit her lip, drawing a single drop of blood, and touched the rust-hand.
[Skill: Blood-Thread Parasite]
The drop of blood traveled into the rust, turning the orange mana into a deep, pulsating red.
The hand didn’t crush her and instead turned on its creator.
Jae-hyuk gasped as his own summon wrapped its fingers around his throat.
He was ejected from the arena a second later, his eyes wide with disbelief.
As the player count dropped to 12/400, the atmosphere in the arena changed.
The biting wind stopped. The silence that followed was heavy, pressurized, and wrong.
High in the VIP spires, the representatives from the White Stars and Blue Dragon guilds stood up.
The holographic screens began to glitch, the mana-sensors struggling to read the sudden spike in the center of the Ghost-Iron Graveyard.
-WHAT IS HAPPENING? -
-THE SENSORS ARE REDLINING! -
-Is that a hidden boss? On the 13th floor? -
-Look at the players! They’re all looking at the center! -
In the middle of the field, the remaining elite players.
Sang-hoon, Ha-neul, and a few others were suddenly sent flying.
They were repelled.
An invisible force, like a physical manifestation of defiance, expanded outward in a violent shockwave.
Sang-hoon’s glacial armor shattered like glass.
The unstoppable juggernaut was sent tumbling through the air, his safety charm activating mid-flight as he hit a rusted blade.
Ha-neul’s threads were incinerated, her delicate form tossed aside like a ragdoll.
A massive plu of smoke and tallic dust billowed into the air, obscuring the source of the blast.
The holographic cara dived into the smog, the viewers leaning forward in their seats.
The smoke began to clear, thinned by the freezing wind.
Standing in the center of a crater that had lted the Ghost-Iron into slag was a man.
He was kneeling, one hand pressed against the floor for balance.
He was breathing in heavy, ragged gasps, his chest heaving under a torn, dirt-stained shirt.
Blood was trickling down the side of his face from a jagged cut on his forehead, matted into his hair.
In his right hand, he gripped a blade that looked like it had been forged from a dying star.
It was a dark maroon color, the tal pulsing with a rhythmic, sinister light that seed to eat the surrounding shadows.
The cara zood in.
The stadium fell into a stunned, confused silence.
"Wait..." soone in the crowd whispered. "Is that...?"
The holographic array finally stabilized, displaying the player’s na and ID.
[Player Na: Kim Yechan]
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