The domain of the Game of Chaotic Ascension continued expanding like a living tide across the bottom-tier plane.
The translucent boundary crawled across mountains, deserts, forests, and ruined cities. Wherever it passed, the air thickened slightly, and faint sigils flickered before every being inside.
The game had already begun.
And it was turning the plane into a slaughter ground.
...
A ruined slave city burned beneath a blood-red sky.
Dozens of newly freed slaves stood in a broken plaza, eyes fixed on the screens hovering before them. Some trembled. Some grinned. Some had already drawn weapons.
One man moved first.
He lunged at the nearest person, a rusted spear punching through the target's throat. Blood sprayed across the cracked stone.
[You have gained 1 point]
The man froze.
Then smiled.
He spun and stabbed again. Another fell. Then another. Panic erupted. People ran. Others fought back. Blades flashed, bodies dropped, screams echoed.
