With one powerful flap of my wings, I ascended swiftly into the sky, rising above the dense forest that stretched outward like an emerald ocean. From this vantage, the horizon revealed a terrifying sight. An endless sea of people advanced from all directions, forming a vast, encircling tide that threatened to drown everything in its path. Their bodies radiated oppressive auras, burning fiercely and unnaturally bright. As my eyes scanned their ranks, I realized something deeply unsettling—every pair of eyes staring back at us was completely black, filled with bottomless darkness.
All of them… corrupted. The Creator forced them to this state. Their unnatural power suggested that asshole himself had directly intervened. Even if ten thousand years passed, there's no way so many people could naturally achieve level 500. Even I, who pushed myself so hard, never reached such a level.
