Chapter 119: The biggest fists made the rules

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Chapter 119 of "Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory" opens showing suspense: Chapter 119: The biggest fists made the rules"A lot!" Nathaniel nodded, letting out a bitter smile.... Continue the adventure!

Chapter 119: The biggest fists made the rules"A lot!" Nathaniel nodded, letting out a bitter smile. "Cases like this are becoming more and more common. And recently, there’s been a surge of Dungeon and Inferno faction units appearing on Earth! It’s giving governments everywhere a massive headache. If these units showed up in the wilderness, it wouldn’t be too bad—we could just take our time clearing them out. But the problem is, their appearances are completely random! There’s no way to predict them." "If they show up in a city like earlier, the damage and casualties could be catastrophic..." "Dungeon and Inferno faction units?" Ethan froze for a moment when he heard that, his eyes flickering with thought. "Mr. Ethan, is something wrong?" Nathaniel asked, puzzled. "It’s nothing..." Ethan shook his head but couldn’t help asking, "Are they showing up in large numbers?" "Yeah..." Nathaniel nodded, his expression also carrying a hint of confusion. "Over the past six months, at least seventy percent of the units appearing in reality have been from the Inferno and Dungeon factions! And their Tiers are ridiculously high. The strongest one we’ve seen so far was an 11-Tier Efreet..." "11-Tier?" Isabella gasped in shock. Ethan was also taken aback—he hadn’t expected that. An 11-Tier unit in the real world... That was a force capable of mass destruction. Even nuclear weapons might not be much more devastating. "Yeah, 11-Tier..." Nathaniel let out a bitter chuckle and shook his head. "Thankfully, it didn’t appear here—it was in South America. Even then, it took a massive joint effort to bring it down, and the casualties were... enormous. From what I’ve heard, South America lost at least several thousand elite fighters because of it." "Several thousand elite fighters?" Ethan frowned, not quite understanding. "I mean several thousand top-tier players—Common-tier heroes, but the best of the best!" Nathaniel explained, "There aren’t many people on Earth who have reached Rare-tier heroes, so right now, Common-tier heroes are the backbone of our forces. But don’t underestimate them—each one of them is as skilled as a top-tier special forces operative! You can imagine how valuable they are." "I see..." Ethan suddenly understood. Before Glory Lords X became a reality, the core military strength of every nation had been their elite special forces. But now, in this new era shaped by the game, those elite soldiers had been replaced by players who had evolved into Common-tier heroes. After all, in this world, the game was now the dominant force. At the same time, Ethan’s eyes flickered with thought. Dungeon, Inferno... Could it be that events from the game are starting to bleed into reality? Nathaniel’s expression changed slightly. "What do you mean, ’bleed into reality’?" "..." Ethan hesitated but ultimately shook his head, choosing not to answer. In the world of Glory Lords X, the faction wars were on a scale so massive that even Ethan had no right to interfere—let alone ordinary players. Sometimes, it was better to stay out of things. The more you knew, the more ambitious you became, and that kind of ambition could easily lead to disaster. Seeing Ethan’s reaction, Nathaniel was still full of questions, but he knew better than to press further. At the same time, Ethan spoke calmly. "When it comes to the Global Battlefield, General Grant, you can contact me directly. Or you can have Isabella reach out instead. Just so we’re clear—I’m skipping the preliminaries and qualifiers. I’ll only step in for the final match." He was willing to help, but he wasn’t about to waste time on unnecessary hassle. "I understand..." Nathaniel nodded, patting his chest in reassurance. "Don’t worry, Mr. Ethan. Every country has already considered this. There’ll be an initial elimination round, and we’ll have Caesar hold the line for us. Once we reach the final stage, that’s when we’ll call you in." "But I thought you couldn’t swap players mid-tournament? Will they even allow it?" Ethan asked, curious. Nathaniel smirked. "If we win in the end, who’s going to complain?" Ethan paused for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head. "Fair point." The Global Battlefield was all about strength—whoever had the biggest fists made the rules. Regulations? Rules? They were meaningless. Those things only applied to the weak. For the strong, they were nothing but empty words. No one would dare object. "Well then, I won’t take up any more of your time. Mr. Ethan, Miss Isabella, we’ll be taking our leave." With that, Nathaniel stood up, gave Ethan a slight bow, then turned and left. As soon as he was gone, Ethan turned to Isabella, his expression serious. "Isabella, you’re going to have to step up your game." "Huh?" Isabella blinked, confused. "What do you mean?" "I’ll find a way to get you a personal hero advancement quest as soon as possible. You need to level up fast." "Alright..." Isabella nodded, though she still looked puzzled. "But is it really necessary?" "It’s very necessary." Ethan nodded firmly, then explained the faction wars happening in the game. As he spoke, his eyes flickered with thought, and he murmured, "I have a feeling... At some point in the future, reality and the world of Glory Lords X might actually merge." "W-What...?" Isabella’s face went pale, completely shaken. Glory Lords X... merging with the real world? "Is that even possible?" A storm of emotions surged through her mind, making it impossible to stay calm. Even now, rumors like these had been circulating in the real world for quite some time. People said that one day, the monsters from Glory Lords X would invade reality. Others speculated that maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to enter the world of Glory Lords X themselves and live there instead... But rumors were just that—rumors. They lacked real weight, real fear. Until now. And especially when these words came from Ethan himself, Isabella couldn’t stay calm. She was shaken to her core. Because if what he was saying was true, then the world as they knew it was about to be turned completely upside down. What was even more terrifying was that, compared to the world of Glory Lords X, Earth was weak—pathetically weak. If the two worlds merged, there would be no fighting back. No resistance. They would have no choice but to bow their heads. To submit. "Honestly, you already know this," Ethan said, his voice steady. "For Earth, Glory Lords X is an unbelievably dangerous place. Just think about it—if even a couple of 13-Tier Legendary Units or, god forbid, a 14-Tier Mythic Unit showed up here, they could wipe out the entire planet without breaking a sweat." Isabella swallowed hard. She had never thought about it in such stark terms before. "But," Ethan continued, his eyes gleaming with determination, "what if we flipped the script? What if this isn’t just a threat—but an opportunity?" He exhaled slowly, his voice dropping to a murmur. "If we can grow strong enough before the two worlds connect... if we can reach a point where we can dominate Glory Lords X itself... then what does it matter who tries to invade? Let them come. I won’t budge. I won’t fear anyone." Isabella listened intently, captivated by the sheer confidence radiating from him. In that moment, Ethan looked... powerful. Charismatic. "But I can’t do this alone." Ethan turned to her, his gaze steady. "You and Emily—you’re the ones I trust. I need your help." Isabella’s heart skipped a beat. Being someone Ethan trusted—it made her genuinely happy. But then, doubt crept in. "Me? Can I really do this?" If it were about looks or figure, she might have had some confidence. But when it came to the game... she had none. If she were any good, she wouldn’t still be a nobody after all these years. She wasn’t even a Common-tier hero, let alone anything stronger. "You have to believe in yourself." Ethan’s voice was firm. "And honestly, Glory Lords X isn’t so different from the real world. Everyone has their own strengths. Maybe you just haven’t found yours yet." Isabella bit her lip, hesitated for a long moment, then finally nodded. "Alright, Ethan. I’ll do my best." Ethan smiled. "Do your best, but don’t put too much pressure on yourself. I’m here. I’ll make sure you have a place to stand." His words hit Isabella straight in the heart. And in that moment, her resolve solidified. With Ethan’s help, she was going to make something of herself. No matter what it took. At the same time, everything that had just gone down in downtown Boston’s commercial district was spreading like wildfire online, setting off a massive storm of speculation and panic. The internet was in complete chaos. "Hey, did you hear? A 9-Tier Inferno Pit Fiend from the Inferno faction just showed up in downtown Boston!" "What?! A 9-Tier Pit Fiend? That’s a disaster waiting to happen! If a 9-Tier unit appears in the wild, that’s bad enough—but in the middle of the city? God knows how many people are gonna die!" "Exactly! Remember what happened in Seattle last time? A 9-Tier Lich appeared out of nowhere, and because the Heroic Sentinel Corps couldn’t respond in time, the casualties were in the tens of thousands! And now this Pit Fiend showed up in the busiest part of Boston? That’s a nightmare!" "Under normal circumstances, yeah, a 9-Tier unit in a crowded city would be game over... but this time, something’s different. Apparently, that Pit Fiend only lasted a few seconds before someone one-shot it." "Wait... what? One-shot?!" "Are you out of your mind, or am I still half-asleep? That’s a 9-Tier Inferno Pit Fiend! Do you even understand what that means? And you’re telling me someone just one-shot it? What do you think this is, some Tier 3 Magic bullshit?!" "I’m telling you, it’s real! Someone already uploaded the surveillance footage from the commercial district! It was just one move—one burst of white fire—and the thing was gone." "No way... that’s impossible!" "I need to see this for myself..." "Same, sending the link now..." "...I just watched it. If this isn’t some kind of deepfake, then... holy shit, it actually happened." "This has to be fake, right? A 9-Tier Inferno Pit Fiend, taken out in one hit?!" "What the hell was that white fire? Tier 3 Magic?!" "Are you kidding me? Do you even know what Tier 3 Magic is? Even our country’s top Archmage, Theron Voss, doesn’t have Tier 3 Magic!" "Yeah? And before the Draconic Pact showed up, did you know that existed? No, right? So who’s to say this isn’t real?" "...Okay, fair point." "Jesus Christ, if that really was Tier 3 Magic, then whoever did it is basically unstoppable..." "No way! That’s impossible! Even Europe’s Supreme Mage doesn’t have Tier 3 Magic! You really think North America is ahead of them? Don’t forget, their base of operations is literally the Tower faction—the so-called ’Cradle of Mages’!" "Yeah, I don’t buy it either... Tier 3 Magic? That’s just too ridiculous." "Then how do you explain the Pit Fiend getting one-shot? If this was a fake video, some tech expert would’ve debunked it by now. And don’t forget, hundreds of people saw it happen in real time! How could it be fake?!" "I don’t care what anyone says—I refuse to believe it!" ...

Chapter 119: The biggest fists made the rules

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