Transmigrated with 100 billion peoples in another world

The world was in chaos.

Cities burned. Factions crumbled. Players died by the millions as the Abyssal Tide consumed everything.

But at the center of it all, one man stood tall—Aric Valen.

The Abyssal Fortress - MC's First Base

Aric's Abyssal Army had slaughtered the assassins who came for him. Their corpses dissolved into dark mist, absorbed into his ever-growing strength.

Ding! You have absorbed high-level souls. Your Abyssal Army is evolving!

Black energy surged through his soldiers. Their bodies twisted, growing larger, stronger, deadlier.

Abyssal Knights → Abyssal Lords (Now capable of commanding their own small squads)

Shadow Assassins → Phantom Stalkers (Gained the ability to phase through space)

Behemoth Warlords → Abyss Titans (Grew to the size of small mountains)

At the same time, Aric found an abandoned city on the battlefield. With a wave of his hand, abyssal energy infected the ruins, reshaping it into something new—

The Abyssal Fortress.

Dark towers rose from the ground. Spires of obsidian twisted toward the sky. The once-ruined city pulsed with unnatural energy, a beacon of power.

Aric smirked. "Now I have a throne."

The Struggles of Other Players

Across the battlefield, billions of players fought to survive.

1. The Great Alliance – Some of the strongest players formed a temporary kingdom to resist the Abyssal Tide. They sought a way to end the event before it wiped them all out.

2. The Chaos Faction – Others embraced the madness, hunting weaker players to steal their strength. To them, the event was a game of survival of the fittest.

3. The Hidden Clans – Elite groups that had been waiting for a chance to rise. Some had ancient knowledge, rare abilities, or even divine blessings.

Rumors spread.

"There's a man who controls the Abyss itself…"

"A new fortress has appeared… is it a safe zone or a death trap?"

"The true kings will rise from this event."

The Mysterious Rulers Take Notice

Far beyond the battlefield, in a place where gods and higher beings watched, a conversation took place.

A golden-eyed being leaned forward. "Interesting… he is different from the rest."

Another, cloaked in shadows, chuckled. "He is breaking the balance. Should we interfere?"

The third voice, deep and ancient, rumbled like thunder. "Not yet. Let him grow. The true test is still to come."

Back to Aric – A New Challenge Appears

Inside his Abyssal Fortress, Aric opened his status window.

[Current Power: Legendary]

[Army Strength: Semi-Mythical]

[Territory Established: Abyssal Fortress]

Just as he was about to expand further, a new notification appeared.

[Warning! A new faction has declared war against you!]

[The Great Alliance is marching toward your fortress!]

Aric grinned.

"Come then. Let's see who the real ruler of this world is."