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

Chapter 627 The World Channel of the Deep-Fried Pot

"So, in the entire Battle of the Myriad Realms, only our newbie continent has made it to the third round?"

"Then what should we do? Can't we hold a third round?"

"My god, what kind of ridiculous setting is this?!"

"Wait a minute, let me understand—the third round of the Multiverse Conquest requires players from at least two continents to fight together, but none of the other continents have reached the third round yet, so we can only wait?"

"Are you waiting? How long?"

"It says 'Unknown' above."

"Unknown your mother!"

"I've already bought the medicine, and you're telling me I can't get the injection?"

"It's not that we can't fight, it's that we can't fight for the time being. We have to wait for other continents."

When will the other continents be able to reach the third round?

"Who knows? Maybe in a day, maybe in a month."

"A month??? What am I supposed to do for the next month? Keep grinding monsters?"

"Just keep grinding, you can level up by killing monsters anyway."

"But I want to fight! I've waited so long for the third round!"

The world channel completely crashed.

The messages flooded the screen at a speed so fast that they were invisible to the naked eye. The text that was at the top of the screen one second was submerged in a torrent of hundreds of new messages the next.

Some people are cursing the system, some are cursing the planners, some are starting to analyze the reasons, and some are already speculating about how long they will have to wait.

Some people even started betting platforms on the world channel—

「来来来，买定离手！我赌24小时之内能匹配上，赔率1:1.5！48小时之内赔率1:1！超过48小时赔率1:2！」

"I'll buy 24 hours! One hundred gold!"

"I'll buy for 48 hours or more, fifty gold!"

"You guys are really bold, gambling on something like this?"

"I've got nothing better to do anyway."

In Iron Curtain, Marcus DuPont had just led his team out of Twilight Fortress and was distributing loot in the plaza.

When the golden light of the teleportation system shone, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Then the golden light disappeared.

Marcus's brow furrowed into a deep frown.

After reading the system notification, he remained silent for three seconds before speaking in the guild channel.

"You saw everything?"

"I see it," Jack Carnegie's voice was muffled. "There are no other continents, so it can't be matched."

"Fuck." Marcus only said this one word.

But this one word was enough to express his feelings.

How much time, effort, and gold did he spend to bring the Imperial Barrier to where it is today?

From clearing Twilight Fortress to achieving the first kill on Nightmare difficulty, from leveling up members to upgrading equipment, he personally handled everything and was always at the forefront of every battle.

He thought he could finally make a big splash in the third round.

The system then told him, "Sorry, the other continents are too slow. You'll have to wait."

It feels like you're already standing on the starting line, the gun has fired, you've taken three steps, and then the referee says, "Wait a minute, the other runners haven't arrived yet."

"President, what should we do?" Isabella Ford asked, her tone still calm, but with a hint of impatience.

"Wait," Marcus said.

"How long will it take?"

"have no idea."

Another silence followed.

Catherine Morgan walked over from the side, still holding the blood-red whip in her hand.

"What I mean is—" Marcus paused for a moment, "Since we're going to wait, let's not waste this time. We don't know when the third round will start, but we can continue to improve before the third round."

He turned around and looked at the Imperial Barracks members who were still discussing the matter in the square.

"Listen up, everyone! The third round can't start for now; we have to wait for other continents. But that's no excuse for you to slack off!"

"From now on, run at least five dungeons every day. If your level isn't high enough, level up; if your gear isn't good enough, farm for gear; if you don't have enough potions, gather herbs and craft potions! When the third round starts, I want to see everyone a level stronger than they are now!"

"Yes!" the members of the Imperial Barrier responded in unison.

Catherine glanced at Marcus, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"That's more like it."

......

In Scarlet Moon City, Kenichi Sato had just finished showering and changed into clean clothes, and was sitting in the reception room of the Dark Raven Group's base.

Kobayashi Hikaru stood beside him, holding a teacup in his hand, with that gentle smile still on his face.

As the golden light of the teleportation shone, Kenichi Sato put down his teacup.

Then the golden light disappeared.

After reading the system notification, he didn't say anything, picked up his teacup and took another sip.

Kobayashi Hikaru adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke.

"President, it seems we'll have to wait a while."

"Um."

How long is the expected wait?

"have no idea."

Kenichi Sato put down his teacup and looked out the window at the castle tower of Hizuki Castle.

The top floor of the castle tower was lit up; it was the office of the Lord of Crimson Moon City, where NPCs usually came and went, but now it was as quiet as an empty building.

"President, the world channel is in an uproar." Kobayashi Hikaru opened his private messages and took a look.

Takeru Satoh nodded.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked in the direction of the castle tower.

"Xiao Lin."

"exist."

"Before matching, raise the average level of the Dark Raven group to 37."

Kobayashi Hikaru's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes behind his glasses narrowed slightly.

Average level: 37.

The average level of the Dark Raven group is just over 35, with more than 2,000 members. To raise the level from 35 to 37, each member would need to gain at least 200% of their current level's experience.

This is no small goal.

But Kobayashi Hikaru didn't say he couldn't do it.

"Okay," he said, "but everyone needs to cooperate; there can be no more laxity."

"You make the arrangements."

"Yes."

Kenichi Sato turned around and his gaze fell on the calligraphy hanging on the wall.

The characters were written with a brush, and there were only two characters: "不动" (bu dong, meaning "unmoved").

His fingers tapped lightly twice on the table.

Then he sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and continued drinking his tea.

The start time for the third round is still unknown.

Not urgent.

In Luoxia City, Zhang Tianya and Li Weiwei had just come out of Icewind Valley.

The joint dungeon raid by the guild and Blood Romance continued until the very last second before the golden light of the teleportation appeared.

Zhang Tianya was covered in sweat, and the ice crystals on his armor hadn't completely melted yet; he looked like he had just been pulled out of an ice cellar.

"It's finally going to open!" he shouted excitedly.

Then the golden light disappeared.

"……What?"

He widened his eyes and looked at the system notification again.

"No other continents? Can't match? Have to wait? What the hell?"

Li Weiwei stood beside him, the flames on her staff slowly dimming.

After reading the system notification, her expression didn't change much; she just frowned slightly.

"It looks like we'll have to wait a while," Li Weiwei said.

"How long?" Zhang Tianya asked.