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Daniel descended above the Imperial City and looked down from the sky.

Before he even made a move, he saw the powerhouses of the Temple of the Gods come out to greet him one after another with smiling faces.

Some of them even dragged the emperor forward and forcefully pushed him ahead. Their expressions clearly seemed to say:

Esteemed guest, you have come from afar. Please accept this meeting gift!

A playful smile tugged at the corner of Daniel’s mouth.

He understood that these NPCs cherished their lives.

But if they thought he would let them off lightly, they were dreaming.

He stated his conditions on the spot.

First, the emperor must abdicate, and Daniel would take control of the royal authority.

Second, every powerhouse of the Temple of the Gods must sign a Soul Pact and become his servants forever.

If they agreed, everything could be discussed.

If they refused?

He possessed Seraphic Revival. Killing these supreme-grade powerhouses and reviving them afterward would only cost him a little more gold coin.

What he wanted was the supreme authority of World Zone No. 117.

If they could negotiate, then they would negotiate.

If not, then they would meet on the battlefield!

The human NPCs of World Zone No. 117 were still hesitating, but the non-human race powerhouses had already come forward to submit first.

Right in front of the Temple of the Gods and the emperor, Daniel signed contracts with the non-human race supreme-grade powerhouses.

For a moment, more than twenty supreme-grade powerhouses turned their gazes at the same time, staring hungrily at the human Temple of the Gods.

Those newly submitted non-human race powerhouses wished these human powerhouses would show a bit of backbone, just so they could establish merit in front of their new master.

"Submit, or die."

The human supreme-grade powerhouses no longer had any choice.

The emperor abdicated in despair, and every member of the Temple of the Gods signed the Soul Pact.

Then, a world announcement thundered across the skies!

[World Announcement: Player "Faustus" has occupied [World Zone No. 117]!]

The news spread throughout Stellar, shaking the entire world.

How long had it been?

Not even half a day!

That World Zone No. 117, which had been so stubborn and defiant, had actually fallen into Faustus’s hands just like that?

It could only be said that they were not too weak.

Faustus was simply too strong.

So strong that he made people despair.

So strong that he was like an insurmountable divine mountain, pressing down on everyone’s heart.

Daniel obtained the highest royal authority of World Zone No. 117 almost without obstruction.

But this was not the end.

Next came the plan for dealing with the players of World Zone No. 117.

Compared with those rigid NPCs, players were the more troublesome opponents.

But Daniel himself had started as a player, so no one understood these players better than him.

He personally drafted a set of rules aimed at the players of World Zone No. 117.

In the future, this set of rules would be implemented like iron law across every inch of foreign land he conquered.

He dictated the decree, while the administrative officer beside him wrote furiously.

"First, only players of World Zone No. 117 who have registered and joined the [Otherworld Mercenaries] will be qualified to continue walking the path of a combat class."

These so-called [Otherworld Mercenaries] were shackles he had specially created for combat-type players from foreign worlds.

He had no intention of forcing everyone to become farmers and blacksmiths. That would be far too oppressive.

The desire to become stronger was the nature of players.

So he hung chains on the gates of the legion.

Want to fight?

Fine!

But only those who loyally risked their lives for him would have the right to enjoy becoming stronger.

As for those who harbored ulterior motives, they could be imprisoned in Starter Village for the rest of their lives, while carrying a debt they could never repay.

"Second, those unwilling to take up weapons shall grip hoes and hammers instead. The doors of lifestyle classes will always remain open."

The administrative officer’s brush flew like a dragon and snake, engraving these two iron laws onto the scroll.

Then, under Daniel’s instruction, they were made public.

As soon as the decree was released, the players of World Zone No. 117 collectively exploded.

Some angrily cursed that this was a humiliating betrayal of sovereignty. Others roared that Faustus was severing their lifeline and took all their resentment to the forum.

But so what?

The wails of World Zone No. 117 could not win a single tear from players of other zones.

There were even players from World Zone No. 1213 who stepped forward to speak from personal experience.

They had once shouted too.

They had once struggled too.

And in the end, had they not obediently become farmers?

Fight?

Dream on.

Being able to continue playing was already good enough.

As for whether this game was truly necessary to play?

For quite a number of worlds, the miraculous traits of Stellar had gradually been exposed.

Even in World Zone No. 1213, there had once been a wave of players quitting the game.

But very quickly, they discovered that the physical condition of high-level players had greatly improved. Some people could even use their talents in the real world!

Only at that moment did countless players of World Zone No. 1213 finally understand what they had lost.

Facing a game with endless possibilities, they had to keep playing no matter how unwilling they were!

The current players of World Zone No. 117 were in roughly the same situation.

Trash talk was only trash talk in the end.

Anyone who dared to personally test the law would be greeted by the sealed gates of every city.

Not even a straw hut in Starter Village would leave a place for him!

They could roll off into the wilderness and play by themselves!

...

With World Zone No. 117 settled, Daniel’s finger once again tapped on the forum, and another declaration of war post was issued.

Next stop—

World Zone No. 82!

The players of World Zone No. 82 were unusually united against a common enemy.

Beneath the post, their shouting shook the heavens.

"No need for nonsense! Let’s fight him to the death!"

"Exactly! Faustus wants us to lower our heads? Dream on! We would rather drag the entire world into the grave with us!"

"We would rather shatter this land into pieces than leave him a single brick or tile!"

They jumped up and down, lobbying everywhere, and actually persuaded a number of NPC factions to swear that they would fight Daniel to the bitter end!

But when Daniel set foot in World Zone No. 82, there was not a single person blocking the World Barrier.

Only the supreme-grade powerhouses of the non-human races stood in formation, respectfully waiting for him.

"My elven race is willing to serve you as our master!"

"Lord Faustus’s divine might is enough to crush the stars. How would we dare compete with the radiance of the sun and moon?"

"My race is willing to serve you as our master! That human emperor trembling on his throne is not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"

"We are willing to submit from the bottom of our hearts! From this day forward, your will shall be the air we breathe, and your wrath shall be the thunder above our heads!"

Daniel blinked.

He accepted everyone who came, incorporating all the non-human race powerhouses under his command.

Then he flew straight toward the Imperial City.

Beneath the Imperial City, blades and spears stood like a forest, and the defenses were extremely strict.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Daniel’s mouth.

World Zone No. 82 was indeed just as foul and stubborn as he remembered.

Good.

They would be perfect for making an example of.

Just as he raised Stellar Wrath, chaos suddenly erupted inside the Imperial City.

The powerhouses of the Temple of the Gods and a group of players had actually turned against their own side. They slaughtered their compatriots, tied up the emperor, and shoved him before Daniel.

"My King Faustus! We were only pretending to obey those rioters earlier! We only pretended to resist your heavenly might..."

"All of this was for the sake of clearing out your true enemies! We sincerely submit to you and have absolutely no second thoughts!"

Daniel rolled his eyes, momentarily speechless.

World Zone No. 82 had surrendered just like that, in such a muddled and ridiculous way?

Their treatment?

Exactly the same as World Zone No. 117.

At the same time, the cold system notifications resounded throughout Stellar.

[World Announcement: Player "Faustus" has occupied [World Zone No. 82]!]

The system notifications poured down like a torrential rain, without the slightest pause.

[World Announcement: Player "Faustus" has occupied [World Zone No. 250]!]

[World Announcement: Player "Faustus" has occupied [World Zone No. 47]!]

[World Announcement: Player "Faustus" has occupied [World Zone No. 700]!]

[World Announcement: Player "Faustus" has occupied [World Zone No. 840]!]

[World Announcement: Player "Faustus" has occupied [World Zone No. 38]!]

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