"You gutter rat! How dare you stand against me? I was born above the clouds. Filth like you should be crawling under my feet! Who the hell do you think you are to kill me? You even know who I am?!" The moment Bryan realized Aiden intended to finish this fight, he lost whatever sanity he had left. His skin drained white, his eyes reddened like cracked glass, and his voice tore out of him in ragged shrieks. His pride disintegrated, and his arrogance evaporated. Nothing remained except raw terror. I'm not dying here. I'm not! I'm the one with the future, the power, the bloodline. I'm meant to rise, not fall next to these worms. Why is this happening to me? Bryan trembled so violently that he could barely breathe. He hammered the logout command again and again, desperate to escape. Combat locked him in, and even outside of combat, the timer crawled like molasses. Boom! His desperation changed nothing. His lineage, his status, or his pride—none of it mattered when faced with the simplest skill in the whole game. A fireball slammed into him, wiping out far more than his Health bar. Ding! 'The system has registered your fifth death.' Bryan was forced offline permanently. This time, the respawn point would never greet him again. ... Elsewhere. Inside a serene, meticulously designed courtyard, footsteps echoed loudly across the stone pathway. Felton—white-haired, stern, usually steady—moved with panic etched into every line of his face. Moments earlier, a player had uploaded the clip of Aiden confronting Bryan. The video spread like wildfire across the forum. On one side, viewers felt awe. The Leaderboard's number one was even scarier than rumors claimed. On the other side, people whispered nervously about Bryan. His boldness toward Nighthale suggested something monstrous lurking behind him. The event sent ripples through the highest social tiers. Even the Hammond family wasn't spared from the fallout. Felton hurried here with one goal: to wait for Bryan to log out, then quickly bring him to the elders and stop this reckless stunt. He pushed open the door, expecting to wait. His expression stiffened instantly as disbelief climbed across his face. Bryan lay motionless on the bed, eyes closed, skin so pale it was translucent. The posture—the stillness—perfectly matched those players who died too many times in-game and died in the real world as well."Mr. Bryan! Mr. Bryan!" Felton stumbled forward and pressed a trembling hand under Bryan's nose. No breath met his fingers. "God... It's over." Felton collapsed onto the floor, legs useless beneath him. A man who had weathered storms for decades felt his world crumble in an instant. He lurched outside, barely steady on his feet. Time blurred. A wrenching scream tore through the courtyard. "Bryan! My Bryan! How can you be gone?! "My son! "Whoever killed you, I, Philip Hammond, will wipe out his entire bloodline!" ... Inside the game. The respawn point overflowed with players. "He actually did it. Camped him here and killed him five straight times." "No mercy at all. Completely brutal.""Insane. Even the respawn point isn't safe. You cross Nighthale, you die. Does that mean anyone he points at is basically dead?" "Looks that way." Latecomers who followed Aiden to watch the fallout stood frozen. They didn't see the whole event, yet one fact chilled them to the bone: the handsome heir never returned. Five deaths indicated his actual body had also perished. Even as spectators, cold dread crawled up their spines. Everyone believed the same thing: you could offend anyone—except Nighthale. In Doomsday, he wasn't just powerful; he was the ultimate limit. "Looks like the message landed." Aiden scanned the stunned faces and nodded. This was exactly why he acted so decisively. People needed a reminder not to test, stall, or provoke him. After today, no one with a functioning brain would try to pick a fight. "Nighthale! As a first-class citizen of the Dominion, why did you violate Leafport's laws and trigger combat here?"The crowd parted. A high-ranking NPC dressed in black robes entered, his expression icy enough to freeze the air. He was a law enforcement officer for Leafport and among the few authorized to judge someone of Aiden's stature. Otherwise, the response would have arrived much earlier. The ordinary guards posted here lacked the authority to act. All they could do was report the disturbance. The law enforcer's voice struck like metal. "Your victim was a drifter, and this is your first recorded offense. Execution will be waived, though a penalty is still required. "By decree, you are permanently expelled from the Eastguard. You shall not cross its borders again."