Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Putting yourself in Xu Hao's shoes, if he suddenly received such a strange message claiming that the continent was about to be destroyed and that the only way to survive was to go to a certain location, his first reaction would probably be extreme skepticism.

If you tell me to go, I'll go. But what if you've already set up an ambush and blown me up?

The old man from Shabak extended his hand, covered in age spots and with large knuckles, and accepted the teacup.

He brought the teacup to his lips, gently blew away a few tiny specks of dust floating on the surface, and then carefully took a sip. A complex emotion seemed to flash in his cloudy eyes; perhaps it was the first time in millions of years that he had tasted tea served by someone else, without any pre-programmed preparation.

Setting down his teacup, the old man looked up at Xu Hao. The deep wrinkles on his face smoothed out with a faint, gentle smile, a smile that blended the vicissitudes of life with a calm confidence.

"Ha ha……"

He let out a low chuckle, his voice clearer and more human than before. "Your concerns are perfectly normal. The human heart is indeed the most unpredictable thing, especially in times of life and death, when doubt and fear can be amplified infinitely."

He nodded slightly, seemingly understanding Xu Hao's concerns: "That 'Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission' is like throwing a small plank onto a stormy sea; not many people will be able to grasp it and believe in it."

It's unrealistic to expect everyone to rush to Shabak without hesitation.

The old man turned his gaze to the gray sky outside the hall, where strange snowflakes were falling, and his voice became steady and powerful: "But relying on just a mass message is naturally not enough."

He withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Xu Hao again, his eyes gleaming with intelligence and a hint of mystery:

"Don't worry, we... have a backup plan."

As soon as the old man Shabak finished speaking, as if to confirm his words, the entire continent of Fama underwent some indescribable and subversive change in that instant.

Beech City, Blacksmith Shop.

With a sharp clang, the blacksmith hurled the scorching iron ingot into the quenching water tank, splashing up a spray of hot water. Instead of continuing to hammer the next piece as usual, he abruptly turned to look at the soldiers waiting to have their weapons repaired.

Those eyes, usually dulled by the glow of the furnace, were now sharp as a hawk's. He grabbed the soldier's arm, his voice urgent and forceful: "Kid! Stop repairing! Listen to me, the mainland is doomed! Go to Shabak immediately! Hurry! Only there is a chance to survive!"

The warrior was stunned by this sudden turn of events, nearly dropping the Shura sword in his hand: "You... what did you say? Are you alright?"

Inside the pharmacy, the owner was slowly and meticulously wrapping a bundle of super mana for a mage, his movements precise and precise, as if he had done it a million times.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing, slammed the wrapped medicine bag onto the counter, leaned forward, and said to the monk across the counter in an unprecedentedly serious tone: "Kid, listen, you can take this medicine, you don't need to pay."

But you must go to Shabak City immediately! Something terrible is happening there, a matter of life and death for everyone! Don't hesitate, go now!

The monk stared blankly at the shopkeeper's eyes, which had suddenly become unusually bright, and for a moment forgot what he wanted to buy.

The shop owner put down his abacus, ignoring the customers complaining about prices, and walked to the door, shouting loudly at the bustling street: "Stop shopping! Listen to me! The continent of Fama is collapsing! Anyone who wants to live, go to Shabak now! Hurry!"

The most dramatic changes were seen at the various teleportation points.

The veteran from Bichon Province, the NPC who always asked about destinations with a blank expression and mechanical demeanor, now had anxious glints in his eyes. When a Taoist priest habitually stepped forward, intending to teleport to Mengzhong Province, the veteran abruptly shook his head, his tone resolute:

"No! All teleportation points are closed now. The only place we can go is Shabak! Do you want to go? If you do, hurry up!"

The Taoist priest was taken aback: "Why? I'm in a hurry to get to Mengzhong..."

"No reason why!" the veteran interrupted him, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority. "Either go to Shabak, or stay here and wait to die! The choice is yours!"

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously at the entrance to the Woma Forest, in Mengzhong Province, in Bai Ri Men, in Feng Mo Valley... in every corner of the Fama Continent, in every place where humans gathered.

The warehouse manager no longer mechanically stored and retrieved items, but anxiously persuaded every player who approached; the clothing store owner dropped his needle and thread and ran into the street to stop passersby; the jewelry store owner even shoved all the valuable jewelry in his display case into the dumbfounded players, just urging them to hurry to Shabak...

All the NPCs, whether functional or decorative, came to life at the same time. They were no longer background figures, no longer pre-programmed; their eyes became lively, filled with anxiety, anticipation, determination, and even... a hint of madness after liberation.

They used their own methods—persuasion, warning, or coercion—to convey the same message to every player around them: Go to Shabak!

Tucheng, the inn on the second floor of the safe zone.

The innkeeper, a middle-aged man who always had a smile on his face and seemed somewhat mercenary, was acting completely out of character at this moment. He slammed his hand on the counter with a loud "bang," startling several players who were resting nearby.

He looked up at the ceiling and let out a hearty, yet tinged, laugh: "Hahahaha! Good! Good! Finally... finally this day has come!"

He smiled, and tears even welled up in the corners of his eyes. He turned his head and looked intently at the young soldier closest to him, who was staring at him in astonishment. His gaze was indescribably complex, filled with relief, anticipation, and a sense of liberation.

"Not bad! Not bad at all! You kid... you bunch of chosen ones... you really made it this far! It wasn't for nothing! We old guys... we've guarded this place for so many years, and it wasn't all for nothing! Haha! It wasn't all for nothing!"

Back when Xu Hao was just starting out, it was the innkeeper who secretly helped him, enabling him to successfully smuggle gold bars between the real world and the Fama continent. From then on, Vice President Xu never had to worry about gold coins again. Xu Hao's rapid rise was also largely due to his abundance of money.

Now, the help we gave back then has finally paid off.

His laughter echoed through the inn, filled with indescribable emotions, causing all the players who heard it to feel a strange sense of unease and bewilderment.

Looking at the innkeeper who had suddenly become so vivid and so...human, and recalling the abrupt "long-distance transmission" from earlier, a chill and a premonition began to quietly spread in the hearts of more players.

Could that news be true?