In the virtual battlefield *All Beings*, jointly built by hundreds of races, the top-ranked player Mo Lindan fell. The day the name at the summit of the rankings turned gray, mournful elegies echoed throughout *All Beings*, the sun sank westward, and the seas roared. Yet, when Mo Lindan reopened his eyes within the virtual battlefield, he realized... something seemed off. ***** Demon Saint: **"None but him is worthy of my gaze!"** Elf Priest: **"Though humans are cowardly and deceitful, among them emerged a Mo Lindan—heroic, righteous, and unwavering."** Dragon Prince: **"If you humans forsake him, then I shall welcome him with open arms!"** Celestial Lord: **"He is my only friend."** Abyss Lord: **"Return him... to me."** Mo Lindan watched as his former rivals—once enemies yet comrades—acted like madmen, avenging him and clearing his name. His expression turned inexplicable. *Since when were you all my crazy fans?! Back when we were fighting over monsters, none of you bastards ever held back!*