When the plot-skips players into the game world

Dream Realm, Crystal Mountain Range.

This was originally a transparent mountain range, with ice as rocks and snow as soil.

The glacier stretching for thousands of miles was the eternal prison where the Red Calamity was once confined. When the ice prison was shattered by fury, the entire mountain range was instantly stained with blood. The original snow turned into black-red soil, and the ice became rock.

The snow on the ground turned into accumulated blood, dark red, almost black—the color of dried blood on a battlefield.

The chilling aura spread, with scattered or broken weapons protruding on this Sword Hill.

Those were the weapons of his past self—along with the formidable foes slain by Voldemort who impersonated the name Arthur, and his subordinates. They were all engraved here to witness the brutality and glory of battles.

The grand library originally built atop the snowy mountain has changed its appearance.

——In fact, it was once a gift from the Great Sage to the Supreme Heaven. Perhaps it could be counted as a form of irony. The Supreme Heaven burned all the books within, reconstructing it into a temple with an altar, replacing the Great Sage's holy statue with its own towering holy statue.

After the Silver-Crowned Dragon defeated the Supreme Heaven, he gradually reconstructed this temple back into a real library. The Knights placed precious books they collected here, including some novels and idle books they enjoyed. After galloping through the lands, they would return here to read and learn—these Heroic Spirits on the Path of Authority always remembered how different they were from brutes.

But now, with the change of ownership of the Seventh Source River, its form has also altered.

The books in the library have not been entirely destroyed, but those idle books—novels, poetry, and those "unpractical" knowledge about literature and art have all turned to dust. Meanwhile, the "useful" knowledge, especially those related to combat and warfare, remained completely intact.

The previously pine-scented wooden shelves turned into black iron, inscribed with scarlet runes of protection, and the soft sofas became straight and hard brass chairs.

The delicate and ornate silver chandeliers turned into enormous skull chandeliers—those of dragons and giants. Aside from them, there were no skulls of such enormous size in this world.

The library, originally crafted from obsidian and appearing like a silent clock tower, covered in snow, has now transformed into a war fortress forged of molten black iron.

The outside of the library was adorned with layers upon layers of skull decorations—the icicles that once hung from the tower's peak became spine after spine.

Creak—

The sound of a door opening echoed.

A robust man with black hair slowly walked in from outside.

He wore black leather armor—not the fully covering plate armor but resembling ancient Roman leather armor, sleeveless and legless, akin to a vest with a short skirt. He bore seven silver medals on his chest, each engraved with a portrait.

Among them were humans, elves, lizardfolk, dragons, giants…

These were the seven most powerful foes he had defeated in his lifetime.

And amidst the seven silver medals was a larger, deep red heart protection mirror. Engraved on it was the head of the Silver-Crowned Dragon… and considering it was red, it could also be seen as his own head.

That was the new Pillar God, the Red Calamity.

Unlike Arthur as a "Dragon," the Red Calamity was a "human"-shaped Pillar God—he was not a dragon but a Dragon Slayer.

Draping behind the Red Calamity was a massive cloak. It seemed to be a cloak condensed from blood or perhaps the fur of a bear, or even a silently burning deep red flame.

This cloak dragged along the ground so that wherever he walked, it was like a giant brush drawing a horizontal line, leaving a bold, continuous, and clear trail of blood.

The Red Calamity's appearance was identical to Arthur's mortal form, except for his crimson pupils.

He wasn't like Arthur, who always appeared devoid of expression, revealing no emotion or intent, and was unfathomable. The Red Calamity's expressions were distinctly clearer. His brows were furrowed, eyes bright, lips tightly pressed, stern, and serious… looking as if he was contemplating at all times.

As he entered the library, its internal structure continued to transform.

The enormous dragon sculptures gradually collapsed, turning to dust. His own sculpture took their place—standing upright without a hint of a smile, hands resting on a black and red greatsword before him.

And behind that sculpture, the throne forged of silver and tin also underwent transformation—it was originally the throne of the Supreme Heaven.

After the Silver-Crowned Dragon defeated him, having seized the giants' authority, this throne also transformed accordingly. The Dream Realm would change in response to alterations in the Material Realm's concepts… the succession of a Pillar God was also among such changes.

But following that, the Silver-Crowned Dragon did not reside here; instead, he lay prostrate atop the Ice Mountain.

It was all to personally suppress the Calamity Demon Dragon, unwilling to leave any chance of allowing his escape.

"But in the end, you still lost, Voldemort."

At last, Arthur slowly spoke, "After all these years… I still won in the end."

This was the first sentence he uttered since becoming the Pillar God.

Under his gaze, the silver and tin throne underwent further change—

It was no longer silver and tin but now brass and black iron. Its design was no longer grand and elegant but fierce and rugged. The two enormous gem armrests became skulls. This was a preference of Arthur before he became the Crowned Celestial Marshal… back then, he was known as the Skull Hunter.

Arthur always enjoyed preserving the skulls of the foes he defeated. He believed he could gain a portion of their strength from such a ritual… perhaps he truly could.

The Red Calamity slowly seated himself upon the throne.

His left hand rested on the armrest, fingers curled supporting his chin. Meanwhile, his right hand lay on the skull armrest.

In the next moment, a scarlet new star spread out around him—

The territory that was originally expanding slowly has now multiplied hundreds of times in an instant.

The Emerald Prairie that was forever sunny turned into a barren battlefield filled with fire, smoke, and trenches.

The lake surface that was like sapphire also dried up, becoming a huge void.

Inside it piled countless billions of skulls—

This was not the enemy he killed.

But all those who died in "war" from ancient times to the present.

These skulls are proof that they existed in the world and died in war. Their existence can become a verification on this Path of Authority at the Source River of power, thereby becoming the source of strength for the Red Calamity.

The knights exiled to the end of the Emerald Prairie by the Silver-Crowned Dragon, forbidden to fight under the name of "command," were instantly transformed under the washing of such power—

Their shiny new crystal silver armor, as if artworks, turned into black matte armor in an instant, marked by injuries, bullet holes, scratches, and dried blood.

And the next moment, they were all teleported in front of Arthur.

Half of the knights kneeled without hesitation—the principle of the Path of Authority is submission to strength, not to mention this was the "true Arthur."

But there were still half unwilling to kneel.

Because aside from order and strength worship, loyalty is also an embodiment of the Path of Authority. When the change in the path conflicts with loyalty, they chose to adhere to their true selves—they believed that this, whatever the case may be, was not Arthur.

They were even ready to face death!

Just like how the Silver-Crowned Dragon once drove out and killed nearly all the Giant Apostles—except for those saved by other Pillar Gods, the rest were wiped out cleanly. Those wild Phantom Demons who refused to submit to him were also killed clean.

Authority is absolute.

It cannot allow too many "exceptions," or else it will make itself weak.

But the Red Calamity unexpectedly did not act against them.

"Alas..."

Arthur merely waved his hand and sighed.

He waved his hand, regretfully taking back the power he bestowed upon them.

...He slightly regretted having devoured the Silver-Crowned Dragon.

Just by looking at these knights, the memories of past adventures with them have etched into his heart, impossible to forget.

The Silver-Crowned Dragon once suppressed these emotions to fulfill the path's ideology. But that did not mean he was emotionless, nor did it mean these feelings did not exist.

And now, these emotions have become the "comradeship" in Arthur's heart that cannot be forgotten.

The black matte armor instantly shed its rust, turning back into silver-white armor. However, it was no longer as dazzling as before, but had become dim.

Arthur looked at his former close friends who now nearly drew swords against him, eyes filled with vigilance and remorse, bringing him sadness.

"You can go."

The Red Calamity said calmly, "I won't kill you... but don't come back again."

After speaking, he waved his hand.

These knights were then expelled into deep red whirlpools—randomly scattered into corners of the Material Realm and Dream Realm.

After mourning for some time, he lifted his head.

As though reaching out to turn a key, he extended his right hand into the void, slowly turning it.

Constellations in the Material Realm will change, the original Crown Lord Constellation transforming into the Red Dragon Constellation amid rumbling tremors. The original brilliant silvery first star also turned into deep red.

"...What a pity, the power of the 'warrior' is scattered."

The Red Calamity furrowed his brows, "What is a war without warriors...?"

For a moment, he did not know what vocation to assign.

Because he felt his Path no longer had much power left...

He could only send a message to this generation's Eternal Pope, establishing his prayer—

In the Eternal Church State, Pure White abruptly opened its eyes, involuntarily uttering a prayer:

"—I beseech the Red Calamity, God of the Holy Number Seven.

"The unmatched God, the armored and sharp God—"