The global announcement caused a stunned silence among players on foreign servers. The ten thousand orcs weren't some low-level goblins from the newbie village. These were high-level orc warriors, and this wasn't a simple grind for experience points, it was outright slaughter.
On the US world channel, players' brains short-circuited, and the chat flooded with frantic comments.
"Not a human! He's not human at all! Orcs are so cute—how could he massacre them like this?!" "Ten thousand orcs... So tragic! He made them line up to die one by one! I'd need weeks to kill them all, this is terrifying!" "Forget about that! Look at the attributes of that title!"
At this point, many players immediately clicked on the title to see its effects.
Exclusive Title: The Suffering of All Living Beings
Effect: When this title is active, experience punishment for players killed by you increases by 10x, and your own sin value punishment increases by 10x.
"Shit!!"
"Every time we die, we lose a level?! Who's still gonna play with him around?" "Who would dare challenge the Godslayer Guild now? If this freak gets a hold of us, we'll be down to zero levels!"
Many players were left dumbfounded, especially those still in the Light Dragon faction, the Godslayer Guild's rivals. They were panicked, fearing the consequences of running into Orson.
"Second battlefield, bronze-tier guild territory, up for a heartfelt transfer!" "Third battlefield, silver-tier territory, originally priced at 600,000 gold, now slashed to 300,000! Snatch it quick!"
Various guild leaders rushed to offload their territories, sensing that if they didn't sell fast, Orson would make their guilds into sieves. Territories worth billions were now being sold at bargain prices. The auction house was flooded with panicked guild leaders.
"EG Guild? Aren't they the ones buying computing power offline? Why are they selling territories at a discount?"
Orson was confused. He didn't recognize most of the guild leaders shouting about selling their territories and didn't understand why they were so anxious. What he didn't realize was that during the Godslayer Guild's siege, countless medium and small-sized guilds joined in. Orson had mostly focused on the larger guilds, and the EG Guild had only briefly participated. They hadn't caused any significant damage to Godslayer, but they were completely terrified, trying to suppress news about the "Godslayer monsters" and hoping no one would figure out what had happened.
The impact of Orson's exclusive title, The Suffering of All Living Beings, had set off a domino effect. Many guilds realized they couldn't match Godslayer's strength and started contemplating switching factions.
Orson frowned. He wasn't interested in uniting the entire server or becoming a regional overlord. His one and only goal was to survive with his guild brothers in hardcore mode. After all, Heaven Demon and the gods were the true enemies.
As for smaller guilds like EG, even if they sold their territories and switched factions, they'd likely struggle to survive in the Dark Dragon Empire. If the higher-level players in the Light Dragon faction all left, it would be bad news for Orson, as Usher would surely absorb them into the Dragon's Kiss Guild, which he did not want to see.
Bradley: "Run, keep running! I'll drag you all out no matter where you go!" Madman: "Hehehe, don't be afraid. Every week, send over 100 girl players, and I'll let you go."
The duo continued to threaten the "traitors," but Orson stopped them privately.
"No need to panic, the Light Dragon faction's territory is vast, and its resources are rich. The Godslayer Guild doesn't aim to dominate the region."
Orson took out a megaphone and issued a message to try to reassure the panicked players.
"Wahaha, Orson, you gotta hear this. You're still calling it not domination?" "Nonsense! This is 'domination in style.' This game is practically his personal domain—official son of the developers!" "We're already headed to the UJ district. I can't afford the Tithe, and Usher is way more merciful than you."
As soon as Orson's megaphone message appeared, several guild leaders quickly followed up with their own messages. When they heard someone say that Usher was more merciful than Orson, Orson couldn't help but laugh.
In his previous life, the Dragon's Kiss Guild had a ruthless rule: all guilds under its rule had to follow Dragon's Kiss Guild's priority. Whether it was world bosses or rare legendary/Forbidden Magic-tier gear, as long as a Dragon's Kiss Guild member was present, they had priority. Others could only buy items from them at exorbitant prices if they had the money. The rule was tyrannical, and those who dared defy it were met with annihilation.
While trying to calm the larger guilds, he didn't realize that these players were only becoming more frantic. Behind the scenes, they kept slashing the prices of their territories.
Orson sighed, his approach to handling enemies had always been: if they're ruthless, he'd be ten times as ruthless. He had no intention of interfering with smaller guilds' normal development. After all, in the near future, all these guilds, whether by choice or forced, would have to march into the endgame battlefield. Against Heaven Demon, every trial participant was a potential asset.
But Orson wouldn't force them to unite. It wasn't his problem. As long as he managed his own territory well, that was enough.
When persuasion failed, Orson let them do as they wished.
"You've successfully activated Super God-grade Divine Soul Seal!"
A dazzling white light flashed, and Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye was successfully embedded and bound.
Orson let out a deep breath. His base health now reached 100,000, giving him a significant buffer. The third Soul Seal would unlock at level 80.
Since both his current Soul Seals were from the same series, there was no reason to choose a different one. His next target was the Heart of the Giant Spirit God!
"Your level has reached 50!"
[Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye] reached Master level!
The notification rang again, and Orson checked his attributes:
[Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye]: Super God-grade
Passive Skill 1: Every 10 monsters killed increases range by 1 meter (Master Level cap 10,000/20,000 meters) Passive Skill 2: Every monster killed grants 1 point of blue mana growth (Master Level cap 100,000/200,000 MP) Passive Skill 3: Every 1000 monsters killed increases critical damage by 20% (Master Level cap 2000/3000%)
At max, this meant a 20km range, 200,000 mana, and 30x critical damage! The mana and critical damage were already at an astonishing level. What's even more outrageous was the 20km range. Given the layout of cities and towns in the Infinite Dimensions, 20 kilometers was roughly the distance between neighboring cities.
In other words, without using the God-Emperor Ear Ornament, if Orson stood in one city, he could fire into another city with his devastating power.
"God-Emperor and Dragon God's blessings, the gods will forever protect you!"
Before Orson, the beast-ear girl, Ninelra, knelt on one knee, gazing at him with reverence.
"You and the half-beast Queen Ninelra's intimacy increased by +10!"
Orson's intimacy with Ninelra surged to 60 points, and the distance to having children wasn't too far off now. Her gaze toward him had changed; it was filled with respect but also a touch of untamed, fiery passion.
"You've successfully captured 6/4 of the Beastman kingdoms!"
"You've exceeded the completion of the Restoration of the Beastman Kingdom quest. Would you like to submit the quest?"
Orson thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Refuse to submit."
Most of the orcs were between level 40-45, and Orson had already reached level 50. The experience decay would be severe, but with the Orc Heretic title, grinding Soul Seal proficiency was still highly efficient.
Ninelra looked up in confusion. "You've completed an incredible feat. On behalf of the 50,000 half-beasts, I thank you. Please accept this gift!"
"Double the rewards! You will receive 100 bottles of Rootless Water. Do you want to submit the quest?"
The notification sounded again, and Orson frowned, internally complaining: "I was promised a multi-billion reward, and this is what I get? 100 bottles?"
He scolded her with a stern face: "As Queen of the Half-Beasts, you need bigger ambitions. How can you be satisfied with just six kingdoms?"
Ninelra's chest heaved, her mouth hanging open in disbelief as she looked at Orson, but soon she shook her head and said, "The half-beast population is small, and we don't need more towns at the moment."
"No, trust me, you need it," Orson insisted firmly.
Ninelra stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Orson continued, "I know the half-beasts aren
't limited to this number. It's just that your kingdom fell apart. Rebuilding it is totally possible."
Orson paused for a moment, his eyes glowing with divine light as he spoke with conviction: "Don't you want to create a glorious, eternal Orc Empire?"
"An... Orc Empire?"
Ninelra gasped, her breath quickening, as she stared at Orson with near fanaticism.