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Chapter 1260 - 1260: Dopey’s Fury · Nov 04, 2026

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1251 Chapter 1251 - 2026-11-04
1252 Chapter 1252 - 2026-11-04
1253 Chapter 1253 - 1253: Storms Are Coming 2026-11-04
1254 Chapter 1254 - 1254: Ten Minutes to War 2026-11-04
1255 Chapter 1255 - 1255: Ashes on the Shore 2026-11-04
1256 Chapter 1256 - 1256: The Man Who Went First 2026-11-04
1257 Chapter 1257 - 1257: When Cities Fall 2026-11-04
1258 Chapter 1258 - 1258: The Next Target: Fallen Star City 2026-11-04
1259 Chapter 1259 - 1259: Tier 18? This Just Got Real 2026-11-04
1260 Chapter 1260 - 1260: Dopey’s Fury 2026-11-04
1261 Chapter 1261 - 1261: The Monster That Fled 2026-11-04
1262 Chapter 1262 - 1262: Shattered Shields and Broken Skulls 2026-11-04
1263 Chapter 1263 - 1263: The Sky Is About to Change 2026-11-04
1264 Chapter 1264 - 1264: This Time… We’re in Trouble 2026-11-04
1265 Chapter 1265 - 1265: I Don’t Fight Battles I Can’t Win 2026-11-04
1266 Chapter 1266 - 1266: Who Gave You the Balls? 2026-11-04
1267 Chapter 1267 - 1267: You Should’ve Thought That Through 2026-11-04
1268 Chapter 1268 - 1268: Then We Take a Bigger One 2026-11-04
1269 Chapter 1269 - 1269: I Can Take It… and Give It Away 2026-11-04
1270 Chapter 1270 - 1270: Twenty Thousand Strong 2026-11-04
1271 Chapter 1271 - 1271: Then They Turned the Guns Around 2026-11-04
1272 Chapter 1272 - 1272: From Today On… This Is Fallen Star City 2026-11-04
1273 Chapter 1273 - 1273: A Million Followed… and He Didn’t Flinch 2026-11-04
1274 Chapter 1274 - 1274: They Knew Where to Go 2026-11-04
1275 Chapter 1275 - 1275: They Ran… the Moment He Arrived 2026-11-04
1276 Chapter 1276 - 1276: Everything Stopped… Except Him 2026-11-04
1277 Chapter 1277 - 1277: Don’t Provoke Them 2026-11-04
1278 Chapter 1278 - 1278: They Sent the Monsters… Now We Visit Them 2026-11-04
1279 Chapter 1279 - 1279: The Whole World Was Watching 2026-11-04
1280 Chapter 1280 - 1280: We Didn’t Come to Negotiate 2026-11-04
1281 Chapter 1281 - 1281: Now They’re Afraid of Us 2026-11-04
1282 Chapter 1282 - 1282: They Ran… Straight Into a Mass Grave 2026-11-04
1283 Chapter 1283 - 1283: Then the World Stopped 2026-11-04
1284 Chapter 1284 - 1284: Even Infernals Weren’t Enough 2026-11-04
1285 Chapter 1285 - 1285: That Debt Doesn’t Fade 2026-11-04
1286 Chapter 1286 - 1286: This Isn’t a Hunting Ground 2026-11-04
1287 Chapter 1287 - 1287: He Learned to Fly 2026-11-04
1288 Chapter 1288 - 1288: Until It All Went Wrong 2026-11-04
1289 Chapter 1289 - 1289: Now It’s Our Turn 2026-11-04
1290 Chapter 1290 - 1290: He Let It Go 2026-11-04
1291 Chapter 1291 - 1291: Second Try 2026-11-04
1292 Chapter 1292 - 1292: Now We Know What We Are 2026-11-04
1293 Chapter 1293 - 1293: There Is No Ceiling 2026-11-04
1294 Chapter 1294 - 1294: If We Can’t Win… We Split Them 2026-11-04
1295 Chapter 1295 - 1295: Next Tribe 2026-11-04
1296 Chapter 1296 - 1296: A Storm Is Coming 2026-11-04
1297 Chapter 1297 - 1297: They Thought We Were Dead 2026-11-04
1298 Chapter 1298 - 1298: Bark 2026-11-04
1299 Chapter 1299 - 1299: You Chose War 2026-11-04
1300 Chapter 1300 - 1300: A Sky Full of Fire 2026-11-04

When the blazing meteors failed to kill them, the red-skinned monsters kept chasing, racing after the squad like they’d decided the sky belonged to them.

Ethan’s eyes went cold. ”Holy shit. You really think we’re easy prey?”

He snapped, ”Dopey—go.”

The instant the words left his mouth, Dopey’s figure flickered into existence and dropped straight down.

They were still about a thousand feet up, but with Dopey’s ridiculous physical durability, that height might as well have been a step off a curb.

Boom!

Dopey hit the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust and rubble.

The red-skinned monsters hesitated, confused.

One of theirs had just… fallen from the sky?

Confused or not, it didn’t stop them from attacking. The one in front lunged first, clawing for Dopey.

Dopey’s expression didn’t change. He threw a casual punch.

Thump—

That red-skinned monster detonated into a mist of blood. A green crystal core dropped straight to the ground.

”…!”

Everything went silent.

The red-skinned monsters that had been charging forward froze mid-stride, like someone hit pause, eyes bulging as they stared at what was left of their ”comrade.”

Even the Fallen Star Squad swallowed hard.

This was the first time they’d seen Dopey actually fight.

And it was… absurd.

”A green crystal core?” Chris whispered. ”Ethan—that was Tier 18, right?”

Ethan nodded, voice tight. ”Yeah. Tier 18.”

Even Ethan’s chest felt hot with excitement.

A Stage B (Tier 18) powerhouse—erased by a single punch.

That wasn’t just strong. That was horrifying.

Dopey didn’t waste a second.

He vanished, reappeared beside another Stage B red-skin, and punched again.

Boom—

Another one exploded into blood fog. No resistance. No struggle. Just gone.

”#%￥&!!”

Panic finally hit the red-skinned monsters. They scattered, then unleashed a storm of fire-type abilities, hurling flames and scorching blasts toward Dopey from every angle.

Dopey didn’t even bother looking.

He blinked away, reappeared next to a third Stage B, and drove in another punch—simple, brutal.

That one did react. It realized it couldn’t dodge at all, like the punch had locked onto its existence. Desperate, it threw up a flaming shield around its body.

The punch came down.

The shield might as well have been paper.

Blood mist. Green core. Done.

”Jesus…” Skinny Pete’s eyes were shining. ”That’s insane.”

”Damn,” Big Mike muttered, heat in his gaze. ”I can’t believe I’m impressed by a thrall.”

Nobody else was doing any better. They stared down at that lone figure with the same look people got when they watched a natural disaster choose someone else.

Dopey’s movements were simple as hell, almost lazy.

And somehow that made it even scarier.

Down below, the red-skinned monsters were fully rattled.

Wasn’t this world supposed to be full of weak natives they could crush whenever they felt like it?

So what the hell was that?

They were breaking.

Then one of the Stage B red-skins roared something—sharp and urgent.

”叽里呱啦!!”

Immediately, the entire group turned and ran.

No formation. No dignity. Just pure survival.

This wasn’t a fight.

It wasn’t even the same species of problem.

”I’m dead—are they seriously running?” Big Mike shouted, suddenly smug again. ”Where’d that attitude go?!”

He started dropping [Rain of Flames] after them, trying to cut off their escape routes.

But his meteors landed on their backs and shoulders like warm pebbles.

They didn’t even slow down.

They just kept sprinting.

Big Mike’s jaw dropped. ”What the—?! Captain, besides the Tier 18s… what Tier are the rest?”

”Tier 16 and Tier 17,” Ethan said. ”None of them are under Tier 16.”

”…Ah.”

Big Mike went stiff, then coughed awkwardly. ”Okay. Yeah. Never mind. My bad.”

With the red-skinned monsters scattering in all directions, Dopey stayed expressionless, those dull eyes sweeping around like he was searching for something only he could see.

Then he moved again.

His speed hit an absurd peak—he blurred across the ground, caught up to a fleeing Stage B red-skin in an instant, and ended it with a single punch.

Ethan’s order for him was simple: kill the Stage B red-skinned monsters.

They didn’t need spoken words to communicate. Ethan just had to ”send” the targets in his mind, and Dopey understood.

Dopey had no real thoughts. He didn’t judge whether an order was right or wrong. If it came from Ethan, he executed it—perfectly, ruthlessly, and with terrifying efficiency.

Just like back in the Void Realm on the Celestial Stairway. Ethan told him to throw him upward, and Dopey threw him—never once stopping to consider whether Ethan could handle the pressure of the 99th step.

And honestly? That was exactly what Ethan liked most about him.

He finally understood why the Hale family had chosen to turn subordinates into thralls.

Thralls were insanely useful.

And they would never betray you.

So now Dopey carried out Ethan’s command to the letter—killing only the marked Stage B targets, ignoring all the others like they didn’t even exist.

Before long, all eight Stage B red-skinned monsters had been smashed into blood mist.

But the rest of the red-skinned monsters got away.

That part couldn’t be helped. Hundreds of Tier 16 and Tier 17 monsters fleeing in every direction—there was no way to stop all of them.

Not with Ethan’s squad.

Not even with Dopey.

Dopey didn’t have any ranged abilities. His power was all raw stats—strength, speed, defense. Every opponent was just ”one punch, solved.” No fancy tricks.

His single-target damage was terrifying, but without any AOE, this kind of scatter-escape situation was exactly where he couldn’t do much.

Ethan didn’t mind.

He’d only wanted Dopey to erase the Stage B ones. As for the rest… that was for them.

Battle was always the fastest way to level up.

Especially after the Void Realm had boosted their strength so violently—they needed real pressure, real danger, to temper it. And these Tier 16 and Tier 17 red-skinned monsters were perfect.

Better yet, they’d split up. That made it easier to hunt them down one by one.

People only knew the Fallen Star Squad’s Tiers were high.

What they didn’t know was—even at the same Tier, nobody was beating any member of the Fallen Star Squad in a straight fight.

Sure, they had Body Refinement from the Body Refinement Technique…

But what made them truly scary was their combat sense—their real-world fighting ability, hammered out step by step, fight by fight.

”Alright,” Ethan said, excitement rising in his chest. ”Let’s go down and pick up the crystal cores.”

Those were Stage B crystal cores.

In the current world, every single one was priceless.

Their flying mounts dropped fast. Everyone jumped off Nugget and the others and sprinted straight to where Dopey had made the kills.

Ethan had told Dopey to kill—he’d forgotten to tell him to loot—so those precious crystal cores were still lying there on the ground like casual rocks.

”Hell yeah—jackpot, baby!” Big Mike whooped, grabbing one, his face glowing.

The others were just as thrilled as they gathered them up.

Soon, all the cores were placed into Ethan’s hands.

Ethan looked down at the eight green crystal cores and couldn’t stop his grin.

Another ridiculous windfall.

Eight cores—eight potential Stage B powerhouses.

Too bad they couldn’t use them yet. For now, they’d have to go into his storage ring.

Ethan closed his fist around them and looked up.

”Alright. Now it’s our turn to put on a show.”

”Say less,” Big Mike said, rubbing his hands. ”Let’s go.”

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