Chapter Four: Ten Million in Counterfeit Applause

Four hundred nineteen ghosts crowded inside one body. Lin Jin fell to one health. The Crown offered to copy them all. He refused. “Han Xiao,” he said over the public channel, “why does Seven-Star Reversal have seven steps?” Han Xiao's sword paused. “Because the eighth damages the right wrist,” he answered hoarsely. “You deleted it.” That memory existed in no system archive. Lin Jin smiled. He ran into the final strike—not to attack Han Xiao, but to smash the referee crystal beneath his own feet. The arena collapsed. [THIRD-PARTY AUTHORITY HAS CONTAMINATED ARENA RULES.] [FAIR DUEL CONDITIONS INVALID. INHERITANCE SUSPENDED.]