The ruined city stretched to the horizon—collapsed towers, broken avenues, and endless ash-gray skies.
Xiao let out a low whistle.
"Now this," he muttered, "is a battlefield worthy of someone who commands four worlds."
An invisible barrier shimmered into place.
The two Xiaos stood face to face.
One wore a lavish black noble suit, a crimson-lined cape draped across his shoulders. A massive two-handed greatsword hung at his waist. His skin was unnaturally pale, his lips vivid red, and when he smiled, sharp fangs glinted beneath the light.
"A vampire," Xiao clicked his tongue. "Troublesome."
Vampires were everywhere—film, novels, games. Some were fodder. Some were near-immortal horrors.
The vampire Xiao's crimson eyes narrowed as he examined the God-Slaying Robe—sleek, metallic, elegant.
"A Celestial Dragon?" he said quietly.
His expression darkened.
He knew what that meant.
The One Piece world produced monsters. Even among Celestial Dragons, the elite stood at the very peak.
Still, he was no cheap cinematic bloodsucker.
He was ancient.
Mythic.
As long as he wasn't destroyed outright, the endless sea of flesh and blood in that world would become his nourishment.
His pupils glowed deeper red.
Greed stirred.
Xiao sighed.
"This compatibility's awful. Let's skip the theatrics."
He had felt resonance before—like with Wapol Shaw. But this one?
This was a creature long drowned in bloodlust.
"As you wish," the vampire replied with an elegant bow.
The game began.
Xiao returned to his side of the barrier.
Behind him, figures from countless worlds gathered—laughing, chatting, stretching their limbs.
Some of his descendants were participating for the first time, their bloodlines reacting violently to the Da Luo Arena's energy.
They looked thrilled.
Xiao yawned and dropped onto a sofa someone had prepared.
Homelander approached, hands on hips.
"So? What's the plan?"
Xiao smirked and patted him on the back.
"Go shoot them in the face."
Homelander blinked. "There are hundreds of thousands out there. You want me to charge first? What if I die?"
"John," Xiao drawled lazily, "when your power is absolute, strategy becomes optional. I taught you tactics so you'd understand them—not because you'd always need them."
Homelander narrowed his eyes.
"So, they're weak?"
"Foundation Establishment cultivators could wipe them out," Xiao replied. "There's no need to overthink it."
Homelander's excitement visibly deflated.
Xiao waved a hand dismissively.
"End it quickly."
He raised his voice.
"Those who are bored—go play."
He smiled faintly.
"The sacred F2 is following you. F2·A."
Behind him—
The ground trembled.
Three hundred and sixty million combat units surged forward.
An ocean of Cyber Aura users flooded toward the ruined city like a black tide.
They came from four worlds.
Different faces. Different histories.
One network.
Every single one connected to the Cyber Dimension.
And through it—
To Xiao.
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