veryone in the area had come for the same reason: the falling star.
Wang Xian, however, was the only one who knew the true treasure it held—the class transfer item for the hidden class, Lord of the Stars.
The others? They simply saw the spectacle for what it was: a celestial phenomenon, powerful and rare. Whatever was inside that radiant object, they knew it had to be extraordinary.
In an age of rising powers and digital gods, no one could afford to fall behind. The future was uncertain, but one truth remained absolute—only the strong would survive.
The star drew closer, inch by inch, blazing brighter than any other in the heavens. As it descended, the air grew tense. Conversation stopped. Fingers gripped weapons. Eyes tracked the sky.
Then, a cold, deliberate voice broke the silence.
"Everyone," said a hoarse whisper from the shadows. "We don't know what that thing is, but maybe... it's time we dealt with the most unstable factor here first."
All heads turned.
To Wang Xian.
He sighed loudly, already knowing who spoke. "You're toxic, you know that?"
It was You Ying, the assassin, his words cloaked in malice. He had pointed the gun without even raising a weapon.
"You think I'm the most unstable factor? Really? Out of everyone here?"
"You don't belong," You Ying said flatly. "Your panel doesn't add up. Your stats don't match your presence. I don't like unknowns, and I definitely don't like you."
Wang Xian tapped his forehead. Right. He'd faked his identity using [Disguise]—presented himself as a lowly level-30 mage with barely passable attributes. For a place crawling with high-level threats, that was a red flag in itself.
Still. He couldn't help but grin.
"Let me guess," he said. "You want everyone else here to help you 'deal' with me first, yeah?"
You Ying didn't respond.
Wang Xian turned instead to the other two leaders.
"What about you two? You in on this too?"
Qin Zheng was the first to speak. Tall, composed, and calm-eyed, the man had an aura of quiet dominance. His hidden class, Emperor, remained shrouded in mystery. No one had seen his true power—even in the most chaotic battles, it was always his Dragon Guards who struck first.
"I think he has a point," Qin Zheng said. "You don't quite fit the mold."
Wang Xian narrowed his eyes. "So you want to fight?"
Qin Zheng smiled. "No. I said you're unusual. That doesn't mean I want to kill you. I like unusual people."
"...You want to be friends?"
"Exactly."
There was something honest in Qin Zheng's voice. Wang Xian believed him.
"You sure about that? Just like that—we're friends?"
"As long as you're willing to shake my hand," Qin Zheng said, stepping forward.
Wang Xian smirked and reached out. They clasped hands.
"The name's… Strong Power Works Miracles."
Yes, that was the name he'd faked with [Disguise]. Shameless? Sure. But it still made Qin Zheng chuckle.
"That's quite the name," he said diplomatically.
Wang Xian laughed. "You're a good man, Brother Zheng."
He didn't stop there. Without missing a beat, Wang Xian threw his arm around Qin Zheng's shoulder, grinning.
"And now that we're friends... I actually need your help."
Qin Zheng's brow twitched.
"See, I've got my eye on that star. How about you and your Dragon Guards give me a hand securing it?"
Qin Zheng: …
Zhenlongwei: …
The entire crowd: …
The air turned dead quiet.
Wang Xian grinned wider. "Come on, you agreed to help your friends. I mean, that's what friends do, right?"
Silence.
Qin Zheng sighed. "You're shameless."
"But charming," Wang Xian countered, flashing a dazzling smile.
Then, a voice slithered back into the conversation like a viper in the grass.
"Do you see now, Qin Zheng?" You Ying said. "This is why we should take him out before it's too late."
Wang Xian threw a finger toward You Ying, his expression one of righteous outrage.
"Brother Zheng! You see this guy? He's trying to drive a wedge between us—between true friends! We should take him out together, as a show of our powerful new alliance!"
Qin Zheng rubbed his temple. He looked like he was reconsidering his entire existence.
Even the Dragon Guards weren't sure if they should laugh or pull out their swords.
One thing was clear.
This star, blazing ever closer, wasn't just a prize.
It was a spark.
And the fire was about to start.