With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 488 The Boundary Between Overlapping Periods

The moment the announcement was made, the entire border area erupted in excitement.

Some were excited, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons; some were terrified, their faces pale as they retreated; some were restless, their eyes fixed on the center; some quietly retreated, already planning to make a quick buck and run away in the chaos.

Those who were truly powerful all raised their heads and looked towards the center of the boundary...

There, a pillar of chaotic light shot into the sky and slowly spread outwards.

The sheer oppressive aura alone made it difficult for ordinary players within a radius of several kilometers to breathe, as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts tightly.

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Emily stood at the front of a procession of more than two thousand people, her robes fluttering in the night wind.

She looked at the chaotic pillar of light, her brows furrowing slightly.

It wasn't fear, but calculation—calculating distance, calculating time, calculating all possible variables.

"President!!!"

Carl ran over excitedly, his face beaming with barely suppressed joy.

His greatsword was slung over his back, and as he ran, the blade scraped the ground, sending sparks flying.

"Did you hear that? 30% of all attributes! If we get that, this round is practically ours! With over two thousand people attacking together, we can overwhelm it!"

Emily did not answer.

Helena walked over from the other side and said coldly, "More than two thousand people are too much of a target. If we really want to fight for that BOSS, we'll be sitting ducks."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the other guild flags faintly visible in the darkness, her voice growing colder:

"The other guilds in the East will be watching us, and the West will certainly not let this opportunity pass. As soon as we make a move, we'll be targeted and attacked."

Karl retorted, "We can't just watch others take it, can we? Those madmen from the Dark Ravens will definitely be the first to rush in, while those cowards from the Imperial Bastion will be hiding in the back picking up the scraps."

"They won't get it." Helena interrupted him, glancing at him. "When did the president ever say he wouldn't steal it?"

Both of them looked at Emily at the same time.

Emily was silent for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"Proceed steadily, clear out the fusion monsters on the periphery first, and observe the situation."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every guild member: "The BOSS isn't so easy to defeat; whoever charges in first will die first."

Karl and Helena nodded at the same time.

But Emily's gaze involuntarily rose and looked up at the sky.

The night sky was dark, and the clouds were thick.

It was completely empty.

But she always felt that someone was watching her.

It wasn't an illusion, but some deeper intuition—like a predator lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Is it just my imagination?" she murmured to herself.

No one answered her.

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On the other side of the border, the more than three hundred members of the Dark Raven Group stood silently in the darkness like a black cloud.

They didn't speak, didn't move, and even suppressed their breathing to a minimum.

The oppressive silence made other players instinctively keep their distance—like encountering a pack of wolves in the forest, you would instinctively go around them.

Kenichi Sato stood at the front of the group, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze calmly fixed on the pillar of light in the distance.

His sword was not yet drawn, but the blade was already trembling slightly—not from fear, but from excitement.

This knife thirsts for blood, but its owner is suppressing that thirst.

Chishima Rin jumped over from the side, looking excited.

Her katana rested on her shoulder, the blade still bearing the blood of the monsters she had killed during her warm-up, gleaming a dark red in the darkness.

"Guild Leader! Thirty seconds? Let's just charge in! We'll grab the BOSS, then wipe out everyone from the Eastern Territory!"

She licked her lips, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "That Emily... I've wanted to meet her for ages!"

Sato didn't say anything.

Hikaru Kobayashi pushed up his glasses, his tone as calm as if he were reporting the weather.

"The BOSS is level 60, 15 meters tall, and its sheer size is enough to crush a person. Moreover, according to the announcement, it has fused with the genes of 'multiple powerful creatures,' which means it has at least five different abilities."

He paused, his glasses reflecting the distant light. "If we charge in now, even if we can win, it will come at a considerable cost. Let the people from the Eastern Territory wear us down first, and then we'll look for an opportunity."

Chishima Rin pouted, "It's always about waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity. When will that happen?"

Kobayashi Hikaru ignored her.

Sato suddenly spoke up: "Where's Lin Tian?"

Chishima Rin was taken aback: "Huh? I didn't see him. I've been looking around, but I haven't spotted him. Could it be that he didn't come?"

Sato did not answer, his gaze remaining fixed on the sky.

After a moment, he said coldly, "He will come."

Chishima Rin scratched her head: "How can you be so sure, President?"

Sato offered no explanation.

He simply gripped the hilt of the knife tighter.

Because someone like Lin Tian would never miss out on such excitement.

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Further into the shadows, the Imperial stronghold's more than four hundred men were hidden among the rocks and bushes.

Marcus crouched behind a boulder, peering curiously at the distant battlefield.

He was not tall, and when he squatted, he almost blended into the stone, except for his eyes, which gleamed with a cunning light in the darkness.

"Boss,"

Catherine leaned closer and whispered, "There are so many people in the East. Emily brought over two thousand people, a huge, dark mass. I just counted, there are over three hundred warriors in the front row alone."

Jack replied in a muffled voice, "With so few of us, are we really going to fight over the BOSS?"

He scratched his bald head, looking puzzled: "Four hundred against two thousand, no matter how you look at it, it's a loss."

Marcus laughed.

"What's the rush?" He narrowed his eyes. "Let them fight. That kid Sato's trying to get away with this, we'll let him have his way."

He turned into the darkness: "Vincent?"

A dark figure emerged from the shadows—it was Vincent.

He was wearing black leather armor, and his whole body seemed to melt into the darkness. If he didn't deliberately reveal himself, you wouldn't be able to detect his presence at all.

"Boss, we haven't found Lin Tian."

Marcus frowned: "He didn't come? That's impossible. How could he miss something this exciting? Keep an eye on things."

Vincent nodded and re-entered the darkness.

Before Catherine could say anything more, Marcus had already turned back and continued to stare at the battlefield.

His fingers tapped lightly on the rocks, producing a rhythmic, soft sound.

Let's wait.

The real show hasn't even started yet.

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At the edge of the battlefield, Ye Yao stood quietly on a high slope.

She gripped the Shadow Fang, the blade of which was almost completely invisible in the darkness, with only the black gem embedded in the hilt occasionally flashing a faint light.

"President," Shen Yiyi's voice came from the side, "Are we really going to try and steal the BOSS? There are so few of us..."

There was a hint of unease in her voice.