Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory-Chapter 150: The entire world fell silent

Nathaniel and the others still needed a few more days to gather the money. That meant Ethan had to stick around a little longer and wait to get paid.

Not that it really mattered—he could just treat it as a break.

But while Ethan was "taking a break" for those few days...

The shockwaves from the Global Battlefield Intercontinental Tournament’s Asia-North America finals finally erupted in full force!

For most regular players, Global Battlefield was something they weren’t even qualified to know about.

The impact was just too massive. Winning was one thing, but losing? That was even worse.

So, naturally, every country tried to keep things under wraps, avoiding any public announcements.

But come on—since when has a secret ever stayed a secret?

Especially when it came to those with status, power, or top-tier gaming skills.

Because in the Global Battlefield Intercontinental Tournament’s Asia-North America finals...

A 12-Tier Royal Unit had appeared!

And Demon King Faker, Skylon, Amaterasu, and Vishnu—four of the strongest players—got absolutely obliterated on the spot!

The news that they had been forcefully PK’d and lost levels spread like wildfire.

The entire upper echelon of the gaming world—and even beyond—was thrown into chaos.

And not just any chaos. This was a magnitude-20 earthquake kind of chaos!

Because seriously—Demon King Faker, Skylon, Amaterasu, Vishnu?

What kind of monsters were they?

And they got crushed? Destroyed?

Forcefully PK’d and dropped levels?

And then there was the 12-Tier Royal Unit—what the hell even was that?!

Everyone who heard the news was stunned speechless.

No one could believe it.

But the more unbelievable it seemed, the harder it was to keep under wraps.

The rumors spread like wildfire, growing bigger and bigger.

Until finally, someone put together a well-researched, evidence-backed post and dropped it online for the whole world to see.

BOOM!

It was like someone had just detonated a hydrogen bomb on the internet.

The entire gaming community exploded.

Forums, social media, chat groups—everywhere was in an uproar.

...

"Holy shit, bro, have you been reading too many fantasy novels? Global Battlefield? A 12-Tier Royal Unit? And you’re telling me Demon King Faker, Skylon, Amaterasu, and Vishnu got completely wrecked and forcefully PK’d down a level?! No way in hell..."

"Exactly! Demon King Faker, Skylon, Amaterasu, Vishnu—we’re talking about the #1, #2, #4, and #6 ranked players in Asia! Do you even realize what that means? No exaggeration, these guys are on the same level as Overlord Caesar and Xavian Serpentis—maybe even stronger! And now you’re telling me they got 4v1’d and insta-killed?! The world’s gone insane..."

"OP, you got brain damage or something? Case closed."

"Yeah, and the funniest part? A 12-Tier Royal Unit actually showed up?"

"I seriously doubt OP even understands what a 12-Tier Royal Unit means! Even the top elites from Europe, the Middle East, and Russiania are nowhere near that level. And us? Not a damn chance!"

"Screw it, I can’t hold back anymore... I’m just gonna say it—OP is actually telling the truth."

"Here we go again, another troll trying to stir shit up!"

"Shh! Shut up! The guy who posted this... it looks like he’s Damien Drake from Lich’s Covenant!"

"Wait, Damien from Lich’s Covenant? You mean one of Caesar’s top three lieutenants? The guy ranked top 20 on the Monarch Leaderboard?! No way... that can’t be real!"

"It really looks like him. Check his ID tag—it’s officially verified on the site!"

"...Holy shit."

"No freaking way."

"Wait, so this is real?!"

"Impossible! You’re telling me OP wasn’t bullshitting?! But—but how the hell is this even possible?!"

"I’m losing my mind!"

"Am I dreaming? Someone slap me!"

"This is some straight-up existential crisis shit..."

...

The internet exploded.

People were reposting, commenting, and freaking out at an insane rate.

And right in the middle of all this chaos, Damien from Lich’s Covenant was sitting there, wanting nothing more than to slap himself across the face.

He’d run his mouth too fast.

And now?

Now he was screwed.

Was this really gonna go public?

The problem was—he couldn’t let that happen. He really couldn’t.

If that Ethan from Draconic Pact decided to come after him for this...

He’d be dead.

Like, crying-in-a-corner, no-place-to-hide, completely-fucked dead.

"Boss, help me!"

Panicking, Damien immediately reached out to Caesar.

"?"

"..."

The moment Caesar saw what was happening, his face darkened.

He nearly choked on air.

You absolute dumbass.

Do you have any idea what kind of shitstorm you just started?!

"Boss, please! I’m begging you!"

Seeing Caesar stay silent, Damien freaked out even more. He was on the verge of tears.

After a long pause, Caesar finally let out a sigh.

"...I’ll go ask Mr. Ethan."

Then he hung up.

...

With a deep sense of unease, Caesar pulled up his friend list and sent a direct call to Ethan.

The line connected.

"Guild Leader Caesar? Something wrong?"

"Uh... Mr. Ethan, have you seen what’s been happening online these past couple of days?"

"What about it?"

"Well... someone leaked what happened in Global Battlefield—about how you completely dominated and wiped the floor with everyone. Now the entire internet is going crazy! So, uh... I don’t really know what to do. Should we try to suppress the news? Track down the person who leaked it?"

"No need."

Ethan shook his head, his voice calm and indifferent.

"It’s already out there—whatever. It’s not like they know who I really am. Besides..."

A faint smirk crossed his lips.

"Might as well ride the wave. It’s about time North American players got some recognition and showed the world what we’re made of."

"Really?!" Caesar let out a breath of relief, his face lighting up with excitement.

To be honest, he had been leaning toward making this public anyway.

Forget about just venting their frustration—this was a massive morale boost for North American players!

And for the other countries, especially their enemies? This would be a devastating blow to their confidence.

If they played their cards right, this could even push the development of North American players forward, significantly strengthening their overall power.

Given their current situation, this was nothing short of a godsend.

But since Ethan hadn’t given the green light, Caesar hadn’t dared to act on his own.

Luckily, things had worked out in their favor...

Ethan must have been thinking the same thing!

"Thank you, Mr. Ethan! Really, thank you for understanding. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this personally... Oh, by the way, we’ve almost gathered the rental fee. We should be able to pay you by tomorrow night. Does that work for you, Mr. Ethan?"

"Tomorrow night?" Ethan paused for a second, then nodded, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Alright, tomorrow night it is. I’ll meet you guys in Dunmire then."

"Yes, Mr. Ethan!"

...

Meanwhile, the internet was in absolute chaos—

And instead of dying down, the storm was only getting worse!

More and more people were getting dragged into the mess,

And now, even foreign players were flooding North American forums!

The arguments were getting out of control—

A total madhouse!

"Yeah? So why did the guy who leaked the info suddenly disappear? What, too scared to talk now?!"

"Probably not scared—just some random dude talking out of his ass. Now that things have blown up, he doesn’t wanna get caught in the fire."

"Baka! North Americans do nothing but brag. A Tier 12 Royal Unit? Taking down four top players in seconds? Keep dreaming! There’s no way our strongest warrior, Amaterasu, would lose to some North American! What a joke!"

"Exactly! We Koreans are the strongest! Our Demon King Faker is the number one player in all of Asia! You think some North American can beat Faker? What a joke! Keep dreaming, losers!"

"Our Vishnu from India is a top-tier powerhouse too! No way he’d lose!"

"FUCK!!!..."

"Where the hell did all these barking dogs come from?"

"..."

As the internet war raged on, armies of keyboard warriors and trolls from every country jumped into the fray!

They armed themselves with words, clashing head-on—

The battle was so intense it felt like the sky was collapsing, the sun and moon were fading, mountains were crumbling, and oceans were evaporating...

The sheer scale of it was terrifying.

It was as if people were about to reach through their screens, grab their opponents by the throat, and start an all-out virtual massacre...

At that moment, a post appeared under the verified ID of Caesar from the Lich’s Covenant guild.

And just like that, the already chaotic North American forums fell into complete silence.

Dead. Silent.

No one dared to speak.

The post contained no text—just a single video.

In the footage, it started with Demon King Faker and the others, arrogant and full of themselves, acting like they were untouchable.

Then came the fight—four against one. They thought they had the upper hand.

Until the 12-Tier Royal Units appeared.

What happened next was pure devastation.

The Royal Units tore through them like they were nothing, obliterating them on the spot.

They were crushed. Humiliated. Sent straight back to the respawn point.

The sheer brutality of it made countless viewers’ hands tremble, their mice and keyboards slipping from their grasp and clattering onto their desks.

And they? They just sat there, staring at their screens, completely dumbfounded.

The entire world shook—

And then...

The entire world froze.

Korea. Japan. India. China.

Demon King Faker, Amaterasu, Skylon, Vishnu—each of them saw the post.

Their bodies trembled with rage, their faces twisting in fury, turning pale, then dark, then pale again.

But not a single one of them dared to call it fake.

Even the people standing next to them could see it clearly—

Beyond the anger, beyond the humiliation, beyond the sheer frustration—

There was fear.

Pure, unfiltered fear.

Ethan had broken them.

And it wasn’t just them.

Europe. The Middle East. Russiania. The entire world saw the video—

And the entire world went silent.

It was as if sound itself had ceased to exist.

A 12-Tier Royal Unit.

Do people even understand what that means?

To them, it was practically a god.

Because no one—no one—could stand against a 12-Tier Royal Unit.

Not even the top ten players in the world.

To them—

To every player on Earth—

A 12-Tier Royal Unit was invincible.

A forbidden existence.

And now?

No one had expected this.

No one had even considered the possibility.

But North America—Greater America—had produced a player who owned a 12-Tier Royal Unit.

And not just one.

Two.

Two.

Japan fell silent.

India fell silent.

China fell silent.

Korea fell silent.

Russiania. Europe. The Middle East.

The entire world fell silent.

Because of one post.

Because of one video.

And just like that, the entire world found itself under the looming shadow of North America.

Countless top players. Countless powerful factions.

All of them turned their eyes toward Greater America, their voices shaking as they whispered—

"North America."

"Draconic Pact."

"Mr. Ethan."

That name—

On this day—

Shook the world.

...