In a banquet hall.

A group of people walked in, when a chandelier suddenly fell, its sharp parts piercing several people's heads.

At this moment, many people around the world died at the same time.

Mei, in the darkness, gently plucked the fatelines, as if playing a song of contempt for life.

She orchestrated death for all the Ancient Artifact holders under the cover of darkness.

Anyone possessing an Ancient Artifact, be it monster or human, was being watched by Death.

Through the Treasure Map, Mei retrieved most of the Ancient Artifacts outside.

If those who fought for the Ancient Artifacts knew that the price of obtaining an Ancient Artifact was being targeted by Death, no one would fight for these so-called Ancient Artifacts.

Because these aren’t Ancient Artifacts. They are tickets to hell!

Now, the remaining Ancient Artifacts were all at Kitsune headquarters.

However, the Kitsune didn’t take the Ancient Artifacts but placed them in various containment cells.

Because of this, the Kitsune were spared from Death’s hand.

Mei silently infiltrated the Kitsune base.

Any secure facility, any high-security room, was like an open door to her.

Like a four-dimensional being entering a three-dimensional world, there’s nowhere she can’t go, nothing she can’t get.

Retrieving all the remaining Ancient Artifacts using the Treasure Map, Mei saw some interesting things in several rooms along the way.

First was 008.

The True Ancestor was imprisoned in a room made entirely of Mithril. He was in his young form, his limbs restrained.

But these restraints posed no challenge to 008. He could easily break his limbs and escape.

But after escaping, he couldn’t touch anything in the room.

Because everything was Mithril.

008 blinked as he saw Death pass by.

Not long after, Death floated back.

“Lord Aurora?”

“Why are you here?”

Mei looked at 008. “Just picking up a few things.”

008 looked at Mei. “My lord, why don’t you take me too?”

Mei ignored his request.

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Simply put, a monster that’s been defeated is just that, defeated. Since 022 could capture him, it means that 008 still has flaws.

Or perhaps, he’s not strong enough.

Mei was trying to establish a system, a system that prioritized evolution.

During the clashes between monsters, individuals who demonstrated extraordinary strength and potential would receive higher evolutionary priority.

For example, 011 Celestial Beast.

And 022 Demon.

Some might say that 022 Demon relied on other objects to defeat the True Ancestor and the angel.

But Mei never said that cooperation between monsters wasn’t allowed.

This was a battle with no rules. Any method was acceptable. As long as you could win, no matter how despicable the method, Mei didn't care.

022’s ability to command other monsters was also a part of his power.

After all, no one restricted them from seeking help from other monsters.

It’s just that some monsters, relying on their own strength, were arrogant and disdained cooperation.

This is a personal choice.

Mei doesn’t impose any restrictions. The only things that could restrict them are themselves.

Whether it’s many against one, big against small, or a battle lasting 10 or even 100 years, victory is victory.

008 was defeated. This was an undeniable fact.

022 Demon didn't kill him. If 008 is capable, he can escape and return after becoming stronger. Mei would also acknowledge him.

Because as long as there’s life, it’s not over.

“A failure is worthless to me. I don’t see any more value in you. Your only use to me was creating 009.”

Mei’s eyes flashed under the black robe. “Anyone can talk.”

“First, try to get out of here. Then talk about your worth.”

Then, Mei transformed into black smoke and vanished before 008’s eyes.

...

Meanwhile, in the Kitsune meeting room.

Eleven figures stood before Zero. They were of varying ages, and some weren’t even human.

They were the original twelve seats of the Chaos Insurgency.

Because Computer’s physical body wasn’t suitable for appearing, he appeared on the screen in data form.

020, the Computer, played a crucial role in Zero being able to bring back the rest of the Chaos Insurgency members.

For those who still used electronic devices, 020 directly invaded their lives, preventing them from using phones or computers, driving them insane.

Even the electronic billboards on the streets were invaded by 020, transforming into a smiling face.

Especially for some people, in the middle of the night, watching their phones, a terrifying old man’s face suddenly appeared on their screen.

Needless to say how exciting this was.

As for those who didn’t use phones or computers…

Oh, I’m sorry, there’s none.

And there’s no escape. No matter where you are, he can find you.

020 even infiltrated multinational satellites and military databases.

Then, he gathered these people from all over the world.

“Computer, that bastard. I went to the bathroom to watch a video, a clip of magic tricks. But the subtitles were all ‘hurry back.’ I’ve been constipated for three days.”

A blue-haired man with a large sword on his back said, his face showing an expression of suffering.

“Don’t give up. You have to push. If you can’t get it out, at least fart.” Arthur Morgan said from the side.

White Walker gave Arthur a terrifying look. “You think you’re very funny?”

Seeing this, Arthur turned his head and started whistling.

White Walker turned his head, his face grim. “When I obtained this sword, I thought I could become famous.”

“You’re talking about the news after you got beat up?” Arthur said.

White Walker instantly drew the ice-cold, flesh-and-blood greatsword from his back. “Can you shut your damn mouth!”

At this moment, a bald man in a Christian robe walked over. “Amitabha, everyone, peace is precious, peace is precious.”

Seeing the bald man, a centaur-like creature next to him looked confused. “So you believe in Christianity or Buddhism?”

The bald man turned his head. “Of course, a little bit of both.”

“Many gods won’t hurt, right?”

Listening to their conversation, a black-haired man sitting in the corner yawned in boredom.

A centipede-like creature crawled out of his sleeve and onto his palm, playfully shaking its head.

The man flicked his wrist, and the centipede hurriedly crawled back up his arm.

“I say, that’s enough small talk. We should get to the point. I have a pair of new pets waiting for me at home.”