Chapter 1 – Prologue

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1.5 million, an insane number.

In order to lower that threshold, a total of 2.1 million users stepped forward—12,200 raid groups and guilds well over three digits.

Naturally, the participation rate of larger guilds with corporate backing was next to none.

Due to one elf’s foolish ambition, a giant portal has opened in <Olu>, the Magic Continent.

The aftermath of this incident was massive. In the holy land of magicians, Lundebarun, where the ‘White Tower’ stood, came the savage, blue-skinned creatures with one goal in mind—to Conquer.

Named “Raebacan” in the southern continent, and “Azureman” in the northern continent, the invasion of these creatures was catastrophic.

For the first time in <Circuit>’s history, a huge raid quest had occurred.

The average level of a Raebacan was near three digits, and the most concerning problem was in their numbers.

Certainly, there are millions of users who play <Circuit>. Many of their levels also exceed those of the Raebacan.

But! In the world of <Circuit>, rather than blood-splattering action, most users enjoyed the fantasy-like world of the game, with occasional battle-class users who enjoyed the adventure.

Given the situation against the Raebacan army, which was well-organized and moved under tactical command, average parties and guilds stood no chance.

“Tell me when we’re ready!”

“Okay!”

With big and small battles occurring in the battlefield of Olu, a user, covered in sweat, laid flat on the ground while ordering the other users nearby.

“Tanks, to the front. Other attackers, apply the Bearskin potions and join them.

“Healers, are the buffs ready? Cast them as we engage!

“When they start firing arrows, a tank and attacker will form a group of two and dodge the attacks.

“Tanks! They have homing arrows, so prioritize protecting the attackers!”

Garuza, the 11th-ranked user, quickly commanded them.

Most users in the group receiving the orders were also high-ranking players, famous amongst the playerbase.

The <Forge> guild, commanded by Garuza, were well on their way to raiding deep within the territories of the Raebacans.

The tremble in Garuza’s pupil informed them that it was time for them to begin.

Like that,

“Attack! Go straight to the command center!”

Deferring to Garuza’s orders, the users moved.

‘It will be us, the <Forge> guild, who will reign victorious by clearing the <Giant Conquest> quest, and erase the dreary shadow that has engulfed the Olu continent!’

But that dream was shattered within minutes.

Despite effortlessly charging through the Raebacans, there was something that stood in their way.

Tremble… Tremble…!

It was a huge, moving wall. The occasional blood splatter tells of the countless battles it dominated.

It was the <Wailing Wall> that caused many discussions between the users in the community for the past five days.

The wall specialized in causing simplistic and primitive destruction. It acted as a defensive structure for the Raebacans inside, but also served as a tool of destruction against normal battalions by smashing down on them.

Forget about new users, even the elite group of players that averaged three digits in levels had trouble determining the possibilities of succeeding in the raid. In front of this wall, the guild members of <Forge> froze.

The analysis was off.

This is impossible.

As the wall approached, the formation of the Forge guild fell apart.

Not only that, many guild members were starting to fall one by one, due to the downpour of magic and arrows.

During that instance of despair, the guild master Garuza closed his eyes.

“Shit!”

As he cursed them, he grabbed his axe and slowly walked towards them.

“Die! All of you!”

As he went on to swing his axe,

Screech!

Garuza quickly let go of his axe and covered his ears, due to the intense noise from afar.

Boom! Boom! Kaboom—!

Three blades—which felt as if the air froze around them—appeared above Garuza’s head and pierced the head of the Wailing Wall.

It all happened too suddenly.

Garuza could only stare in awe at the magnificence of the sight.

The same was true for all the other users on the battlefield. It was due to the change in the quest window that popped up in front of everyone.

After the swords penetrated the Wailing Wall, the tides were turned.

Users focused on the pop-up screen, only available to the ones that entered the battlefield.

< Mose has joined the battle. >

After the notification, all users were left astonished.

It was their moment to finally witness the strongest player in all of <Circuit>.

Even the guild members of the Forge guild, who were in the heat of battle, focused their attention on the hole in the Wailing Wall.

Garuza, who couldn’t do anything but watch the situation unfold, noticed a man floating above his head.

Grey-tinted armor.

Wearing a shoulder guard that resembles a lion’s mane as its most impressive feature, the man flew past with a breeze—towards the hole left in the Wailing Wall.

After that, the screams heard from the other side of the wall could resemble that of the “Wailing Wall.”

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Swoosh!

“Keuaaak!”

Garuza could hear the sounds of the blades cutting down its foe.

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The corpses of Raebacan flew over the Wailing Wall.

< User Mose has defeated the Boss of the White “Legond.” >

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Swoosh-!

From across the wall, a fire erupted like a volcano.

< User Mose has defeated the Boss of the Blue “Lubenas.” >

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The users were dumbfounded after the continuous notifications on their pop-up screens.

They knew better than anyone of the true meaning behind the unbelievable speed of annihilation.

As they were the users who put in their utmost efforts into taking down one Raebacan.

Mose.

It was only after the screams stopped within the wall, that he came out drenched in blood.

Then he asked Garuza, who could barely stand in disbelief.

“Where are the others?”