Volk, still in his massive radioactive Ogre-like form, stood in the center of the chaotic Draconic Graveyard domain, pounding his chest with primal fury.

His deep, guttural roar echoed through the barren wasteland.

“VOLK IS THE STRONGEST!” he bellowed, his voice shaking the very earth beneath his feet.

His eyes were wild, his massive fists clenched tightly as he surveyed the destruction he had caused.

Suddenly, his system chimed.

Ding!

| Mission Completed. |

For a brief moment, Volk’s rampage halted. He squinted at the notification hovering before him, his mind struggling to comprehend the meaning of the words.

Not all the horde members would perish.

Volk frowned, his sharp teeth grinding against one another as his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Horde… safe?” he growled under his breath, feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and bewilderment. But then, another line appeared.

| Please keep yourself alive. |

Volk’s glowing eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Survive?” he muttered, his deep, monstrous voice vibrating through the air.

“Does that mean… Volk in danger?” The idea that anything could pose a threat to him, the mightiest of all, was laughable. .

He threw his head back and roared with laughter, his booming voice resonating like a thunderstorm.

“VOLK NOT IN DANGER! VOLK STRONGEST!”

But something gnawed at the back of his mind. His instincts, honed through countless battles and conquests, whispered that the system’s warning wasn’t meaningless.

The Draconic Graveyard domain, though twisted and barren, still stood.

The ground beneath him hadn’t crumbled completely, and the skies above were still veiled in the eerie, deathly energy.

The Bone Dragons, after so many fierce battles, had finally stopped reforming.

Their bones lay scattered across the battlefield, no longer assembling into monstrous forms. But despite that, the domain wasn’t collapsing.

Volk’s massive, hulking form remained trapped within it.

“Why?” he growled, his massive hands gripping the air as though he could strangle the answer from the very atmosphere. “Why is Draconic Graveyard still here?”

Then, it clicked. His system had told him to survive.

Could this domain… explode?

Volk’s eyes widened, glowing brighter with the sudden realization.

The graveyard hadn’t been fully destroyed yet, and if it was meant to detonate, he could be trapped inside when it did.

“NO!” Volk roared, his rage boiling over again. “VOLK WON’T DIE HERE! VOLK SMASH ALL!”

Without wasting a second, his massive legs coiled like springs, and with a mighty grunt, he leapt into the air, soaring high above the ground.

His enormous body shot upward like a missile, his muscles straining as he climbed higher and higher into the darkened sky.

The wind howled around him as his radioactive aura flared brighter than ever before, illuminating the dead, barren landscape below. Chapter Continue:

“IF IT’S GONNA EXPLODE, THEN VOLK WILL EXPLODE IT FIRST!” he screamed, his voice reverberating through the heavens.

With every ounce of his strength, Volk twisted in mid-air and slammed his fist down toward the ground.

The moment his fist made contact, the world shook.

BOOOOM!

The force of his impact sent shockwaves rippling through the domain, splitting the ground open like a fractured mirror.

The earth groaned beneath his power as massive chunks of land were thrown into the air, crumbling into dust.

CRACK! BOOM!

Volk’s assault tore at the heart of the Draconic Graveyard, sending shockwaves through the entire dimension. But he wasn’t finished.

As he slammed into the ground, he roared again, driving his fists deeper and deeper into the earth, each blow reverberating like the hammering of the gods.

The very air seemed to buckle under his raw, destructive power.

The cracks that ran through the ground widened, spreading like a spider’s web, and the atmosphere around him grew hotter and more oppressive.

Outside the Death Dragon Dome, the chaos continued.

In a random corner of the city, the human rankers and Orc horde that had turned into Ogres were locked in a brutal battle.

The Ogres, far larger and stronger than before, rampaged across the battlefield, their massive fists crushing anything in their path.

They were loud, their roars deafening as they tore through the human forces like wild animals.

Blood splattered across the battlefield as the Ogres swung their clubs and fists, smashing human rankers into the ground with terrifying force.

“AAAARRRGH!!” a human ranker screamed as he was thrown through the air, his body crashing against a crumbling building.

Another ranker, wielding a flaming sword, charged at an Ogre, only to be grabbed mid-swing and crushed in the beast’s hand like a ragdoll.

The Ogres roared, their deep, guttural voices echoing across the battlefield as they rampaged through the ranks of the human forces.

“SMASH! KILL! DESTROY!” they chanted, their voices shaking the very air.

The human rankers fought back with everything they had, unleashing powerful magic and advanced weaponry.

Explosions of fire, lightning, and ice lit up the battlefield as the rankers tried to hold their ground. But for every Ogre they managed to take down, two more seemed to take its place.

The Ogres were relentless, their monstrous strength overwhelming the human forces.

Amidst this chaos, a strange phenomenon began to occur.

Above the city, a massive circular object suddenly appeared in the sky.

It hovered there, high above the battlefield, casting a shadow over the entire city.

At first, it seemed harmless—like a marble suspended in mid-air. But then, the ground began to tremble.

The human rankers and the Orc horde alike stopped in their tracks, their gazes lifting toward the sky in horror.

The marble-like object trembled, and with each tremor, the air around it grew heavier, more oppressive.

The ground beneath their feet shook violently, the tremors growing stronger with each passing second.

BOOOM!

The sound was deafening.

The circular object in the sky began to crack, faint lines of light spreading across its surface like lightning.

Each crack was accompanied by a terrifying rumble, like the world itself was splitting apart.

The rankers and Ogres watched in horror as the cracks grew larger and more pronounced, the marble-like object threatening to shatter at any moment.

CRACK!

Another tremor rocked the city, sending buildings toppling and the ground splitting open.

The sound of cracking stone and the groaning of metal filled the air as the city itself seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The massive object above them trembled again, and this time, the cracks spread even faster, racing across its surface like wildfire.

The Ogres, once so full of rage and power, stopped their rampage, staring up at the sky in confusion and fear.

Even their primal instincts told them something was wrong.

The human rankers, battered and bruised, looked up with wide eyes, their faces pale with terror.

“What… what is that?” one of the rankers whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rumbling earth.

“I don’t know,” another ranker replied, her voice trembling with fear. “But whatever it is… it’s not good.”

BOOOOM!

The marble-like object trembled again, this time with even more force.

The cracks widened, and with each tremor, the sound grew louder, more horrifying.

It was as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart.

Everyone on the battlefield—human rankers, Ogres, and even the monsters—stood frozen, their eyes glued to the sky as the object continued to crack and tremble.

The tension in the air was palpable, and the fear in their hearts was overwhelming.

And then, with a deafening CRACK, the object finally shattered.

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