​Mirabella stood outside the shimmering boundary of the black dome, perched atop the highest point of the university’s administrative building. The wind whipped her blue hair, but she remained motionless, her eyes fixed on the translucent system interface glowing with a divine radiance before her.

​’I gained this much, wow I am impressed with myself!’ she thought, a rare tremor of surprise crossing her mind as she reviewed the terrifying reality of her updated profile.

{Name: Mirabella Sunny.}

{Game Nickname: Spectral.}

{Level: Lv500. (Low stage)(God level).}

{Physical Attack: 50,000,000.}

{Agility: 35,000,000.}

{Defense: 196,485,800.}

{Health: 2,905,751,200.}

{Magic Attack: 50,000,000.}

{Intellect: 100%.}

{Spirit energy: 50,000,000/50,000,000.}

{Kills: 1.964,858.}

{Boss killed: 5,150.}

{World Boss Killed: 1,620.}

{Realm World Boss killed: 2.}

{Neutral Reputation Gained: 100%.}

​"I have so many skills that I myself, I’m stunned about it," she whispered into the wind. Her fingers hovered over the newest addition to her arsenal, the pinnacle reward for breaking the Lv500 barrier.

’Let’s see this skill definition, I just hope it’s something good.’ She thought.

{Skill: Ultimate Sun Avatar (MAXED): Summon the Great Sun Avatar behind User, which purify all debuff, sickness, diseases, infection; It also restored health, spirit energy and increase User’s stats by 500%. Legendary class skill, once per day.}

Mirabella stared at the skill with a slight, contemplative frown. "Not as powerful as some of my offensive skills," she mused. "It just helps with debuffs... only the raw stat increase makes it truly formidable... But, do I actually need this skill? Oh well, I will just add it to my arsenal."

​She sighed softly. "I already have my celestial wings to purge my own ailments, and debuff, but this... This is a localized miracle. It can cleanse an entire army around me. It’s not so bad after all."

​Her gaze shifted back to her defensive stats—numbers so high they felt abstract.

​"Besides, who would dare place a debuff on me? With this strength, I could wipe out the three empires of the Second World if they even thought of crossing me." She held her jaw:

’I think even Lord Hayatobi isn’t my match... That’s without using my skills.’

​She opened her palm, and the Golden Palace manifested as a miniature, glowing model above her hand. "Thanks to my increase in level, the Earth Core has been unlocked... but it seems my current strength is still insufficient to unlock the remaining four. It appears my path leads back to the Third World to continue growing. At least I am now completely immune to all elements, My world chosen bloodline has been maxed."

​She smiled softly, a cold, ambitious light dancing in her eyes as she stored the Palace.

​"In my previous life, I was a nobody. I didn’t even gain a scrap of recognition from the Glory Flag competition. But now? I am the strongest in the first and second servers. I am a one-Star God General who commands legions. I am the daughter of the strongest ancient family’s head... but I want more. I want to stand atop the world. I want the true gods to bow at my feet. Call it impossible, call it crazy—I don’t care. I only know one thing: I will accomplish my dream."

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​[Present Time]

​The temporal distortion had ended. On the rooftop, the air felt thick with the residue of their intense training. Mirabella, Carl, and Grace stood in silence, looking out over the quiet skyline of New York.

​The "one year" inside the domain had changed them. Due to Carl’s Golden Angel awakening, his cultivation speed had surged to a level that rivaled even Hitachi’s All-bloodline talent. It was why both of them had reached Level 400 ahead of the others.

​"Tomorrow will be another day," Mirabella said, her voice grounding them back in the present reality of the competition. "Let’s prepare to welcome the Commander-in-Chief."

​The two nodded solemnly, their newfound power humming beneath their skin.

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​[Next Day: Second Day of the Competition]

​The heavy rumble of an armored command vehicle broke the eerie silence of the New York streets. Military trucks followed in a tight, defensive formation, their turrets rotating nervously toward empty alleyways.

​The soldiers inside were the elite of the United States military, but their expressions were masks of confusion and mounting dread. They had been driving into the heart of the city for miles, and they hadn’t seen a single monster. Not one.

​"This is truly strange," muttered Commander Reed, the United States’ Commander-in-Chief. She stared out the reinforced window at the pristine, monster-free asphalt.

​’The city is too quiet,’ Reed thought, her hand tightening on the armrest. ’For the entire time we’ve been inside the perimeter, we haven’t seen so much as a single zombie. What is happening here?’

​She turned her head toward Captain Justin, who was focused on the steering wheel, before looking at the woman sitting beside her.

​"Miss Eve," Reed began, her voice sharp. "Are you sure you have no further knowledge about this person known as Mirabella?"

​Eve maintained a polite, inscrutable smile: ’How the hell would I know more about that monster?!’ She thought, her smile still on her face.

​"Commander Reed, I only know a little about her. I know she was once from Earth. Anything else? It is a mystery to me as well."

​Eve looked out the window, her mind far from the conversation.

​’In just 24 hours, my power has been gutted,’ Eve thought bitterly. ’I came here as a Lv150, and the Earth debuff has already dragged me down to Lv100. I lost fifty levels just by standing on this planet...’

​She sighed softly, remembering her remaining team members who were also struggling with the planetary suppression.

​’I was born on Earth, yes. but if this planet only serves to hinder my goal of endless power, I would rather never return. Galaxy Fall is far more accommodating than this graveyard.’

​She closed her eyes, waiting for the meeting that would decide the fate of the remaining human forces.