"Congratulations! Samsara Player ’Shura’ performed exceptionally in the dungeon world World War Z!
Within 10 hours, he killed 117,843 zombies, vastly exceeding mission requirements. Evaluation: SSS — Super God."
The system broadcast rolled like thunder through every corner of the Samsara Space—the Central Square, the Dungeon Hall, even active Tower instances. Every Samsara player heard it.
SSS. Again.
And again, the name attached was Shura.
Silence lasted a heartbeat.
Then it exploded.
"F*ck—another Super God!? It’s the Shura boss again!?"
"Too fierce! Who is this guy!?"
"SSS like it’s nothing!? I haven’t even cracked a B!"
"Didn’t he just clear a dungeon last night? Where’s the 1‑month cooldown!? Bug!? Cheat!?"
"Rookie, ever heard of a Dungeon Cooldown Refresh Card? Rare as phoenix feathers—I’ve only seen them in screenshots."
"My best is B. Compared to Shura I should uninstall life."
"Twice! Two SSS! And this time in the Samsara Tower, not the Safe Zone!? That’s god‑tier!"
"Kill count near 120K!? Is he even a human!?"
"Kneeling—please adopt me, Shura boss!"
"I’ve run World War Z. Half the squad dies every time. How did he massacre that many? Even if zombies lined up to be chopped—10 hours isn’t enough!"
"Internet’s gonna melt tomorrow. Guaranteed."
"Not just the net. Governments. No way the agencies ignore this."
"Right—Tower dungeons don’t use ’first clear’ halving like Safe Zone instances. Even repeats still award full points (item drops aside). If Shura shares the strat, nations could mass‑produce strong Samsara players!"
"Do the math: one SSS Tower payout could push a baseline up toward D‑class!"
"D‑class isn’t top tier—but no spec‑ops team of regular soldiers beats a squad of D‑class Samsaras!"
"Scale that into a corps? That’s strategic power! Damn."
"..."
The discussion spiraled from awe to analysis to geopolitics in seconds. Even ordinary Samsaras were making the leap:
If Shura sold exclusive access—or worse, partnered with one government—entire national power balances could shift.
If random players could see it, so could the agencies.
Across the Samsara Space, avatars blinked out as people hard‑quit to log back to reality and report up the chain. Secure lines lit. Midnight officials got dragged from bed. Intelligence flags hit priority queues. Foreign services took notice.
The name Shura became a keyword.
—--
Arke was still in the Samsara Space, idling—unable to enter a dungeon anyway—just about to log off and sleep.
Until the broadcast hit.
She froze in shock.
"Shura..." she whispered.
Last night he’d pulled an SSS in a Safe Zone copy. Tonight? SSS in the Samsara Tower’s brutal opening world.
"What the hell are you?" she breathed.
After a moment’s hesitation, she opened her interface and tried to contact Shura.