Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

As the old man Shabak was about to continue speaking, before he could utter a word, the earth beneath his feet suddenly emitted a muffled roar, like a dying beast!

Rumble——!

A violent tremor, without warning, instantly swept through the entire city of Shabak!

Xu Hao felt his legs go weak and he almost lost his balance. Miao Yu, who was beside him, exclaimed in surprise and instinctively grabbed his arm.

The hard bluestone plaza floor was like paper being crumpled by an invisible giant hand, with jagged cracks spreading wildly at a visible speed, reaching unfathomable depths, spewing out murky smoke and dust carrying the smell of sulfur and decay.

The distant city walls groaned under the weight of the storm, and several dilapidated towers collapsed with a crash, stirring up clouds of gray smoke.

This is no ordinary earthquake!

Xu Hao looked up in horror and saw that the already deathly gray sky above him was now like shattered glass, covered with spiderweb-like cracks!

Behind the cracks, there was no longer nothingness and darkness, but a dazzling array of colors that flickered chaotically, like a data stream crashing. Various bizarre color blocks churned and collided wildly, and occasionally one could even see a fleeting glimpse of twisted runes that resembled some kind of low-level code, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction.

Immediately afterwards, a strange "rain" began to fall from the sky. It was not water droplets, but rather grayish-white snowflakes, like ashes of burnt paper, which landed on the skin, bringing a bone-chilling cold and a sense of emptiness as if one's existence had been stripped away.

Meanwhile, even more chilling changes were occurring among the monsters lurking in every corner of the continent of Fama.

Although the place was deserted, Xu Hao's senses picked up the unnatural, agonizing roars coming from afar. He seemed to "see"—deep in the forest, the bodies of once ferocious orc warriors suddenly swelled and twisted uncontrollably, their skin sprouting irregular bone spurs and tumors, eventually exploding into a blurry mass of flesh and blood; in the dark mines, the bodies of zombies began to decompose and recombine like pixels, sometimes stretching and deforming, sometimes shattering into countless points of light, emitting meaningless electronic noise; even the giant multi-horned worms in the desert were frantically burrowing out of the ground, their carapaces dripping like melting candles, revealing the constantly writhing and mutating tissue beneath… This was not evolution, nor berserk mode, but more like a program error causing garbled code, a chaotic manifestation of a system crash on the eve of being forcibly "formatted"!

This terrifying anomaly lasted for about ten breaths, as if the universe had shuddered violently. Then, the tremors subsided slightly, and the cracks in the sky were still shocking, but the wildly flashing color blocks and runes temporarily disappeared, leaving only the constantly falling gray-white "snowflakes".

An even stronger sense of despair and death filled the air, as if the whole world, after this brief, violent convulsion, had become more fragile and was on the verge of complete collapse.

The old man from Shabak stood still, leaning on his wooden cane, his hunched body motionless amidst the violent tremors. Only in the depths of his eyes, which had regained their clarity, did a trace of sorrow flash.

He looked at the still-shaken Xu Hao and Miao Yu, his parched lips moving, his voice filled with unprecedented gravity and urgency: "Xu Hao, look, 'formatting' has already begun to affect the foundation of the entire continent. We don't have much time left; every breath is bought with their lives."

Let's begin!

After saying this, the old man Shabak did not act immediately. Instead, he took a deep look at the sky above him, which was full of cracks and constantly falling gray-white "snowflakes," as if he wanted to etch this apocalyptic scene into the depths of his soul.

Then, his hunched body straightened slightly, a stiff yet determined posture of regaining control of his body after breaking free from invisible shackles.

He took a step forward, his hand, covered in age spots and deep wrinkles, tremblingly reaching into the tattered robe, fumbling for a moment. The movement was slow. Finally,

He took out an item.

It was a small horn, not much larger than a child's palm. Its material was neither wood nor bone, and it had a deep, dark brown color. Its surface was worn smooth, clearly having been rubbed for countless years.

The horn is engraved with intricate and ancient magical runes. These runes are not simple markings, but rather, like living things, they shimmer with a faint, dim silver light. Its shape is somewhat similar to the Woma Horn, but it is much smaller and its craftsmanship is many times more exquisite, exuding an indescribable sense of antiquity and power.

Xu Hao's pupils contracted slightly, and a name flashed through his mind in an instant—Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission.

This item is used for server-wide announcements in the game. It's expensive and has a single function, costing five gold coins. It's definitely a toy for the rich.

This thing has only one function—server-wide broadcast.

This is the continent of Fama. Although it shares many similarities with the world of Legend of Mir, it lacks unscrupulous merchants and the exploitative in-game store. Therefore, no player has ever seen this item before.

The old man Shabak held the small horn in his palm as if it were a fragile treasure. He lowered his head, his cloudy but now clear eyes staring at the runes on the horn, his dry lips moving silently, as if chanting some ancient incantation or activation code.

He raised his other hand, and a faint, almost transparent light shone from the tip of his aged index finger. Then, with that finger, he touched the most complex rune node in the center of the horn with extreme slowness and solemnity.

"Om-"

A deep, resonant hum, not carried by the air but echoing directly into the depths of the soul, suddenly spread out. The small horn seemed to come alive; the runes on its surface instantly lit up, bursting forth with a soft yet undeniable platinum-gold light, illuminating the old man's weathered face with a solemn aura.

Centered on the horn, visible ripples of energy spread through the air, like pebbles thrown into calm water, silently spreading in all directions, piercing through the shattered space, and ignoring the rampant chaotic energy.

Xu Hao and Miao Yu could even feel a peculiar fluctuation sweep across their consciousness, like an invisible messenger traversing the entire continent in an instant. This was not the physical propagation of sound, but a deeper, rule-based transmission of information.

The light lasted for a few breaths before slowly dimming, and the runes returned to their previous silence.

The old man's arm, which had been holding the horn, drooped slightly, as if even this simple action had taken a toll on his strength. He raised his head and looked at Xu Hao, his voice still hoarse, but carrying a resolute air of having completed his mission: "I have... spread the final message to every corner of this continent."

Whether you believe it or not is up to each person's own choice!

At this moment, no matter where the players were struggling to survive, their companion systems all received that concise yet shocking message—

The continent of Fama is about to collapse. If anyone wants to survive, please get to Shabak City as soon as possible.