He crashed again—ribs first into twisted metal. The impact cracked something deep. His vision swam. Blood ran down his chin. His lungs couldn't catch air.
『THE UNIVERSE FAVOURS YOU』
『TIER 20 TEMPORARILY UNLOCKED』
Han blinked. *What?*
His brain, half-delirious, reeled at the glowing text in his vision. Another hallucination? Some final joke from a dying mind?
*World Command System? The fuck is that supposed to mean?*
He coughed again, a wet, rattling sound.
The ogres were still coming. More of them now. Closing in like vultures. Their laughter echoed. The lead one raised a jagged piece of rebar.
Han spat blood, bitter and hot.
*Fine,* he thought, *if I really could command the world—*
*Then I wish every ogre in this damn city would just drop dead.*
The air changed.
A soundless ripple spread out from him like a shockwave no one could see.
The ogres froze mid-charge.
Their faces contorted—confusion, then pain. Then nothing.
One by one, their bodies collapsed. No screams. No resistance. Just lifeless thuds on the pavement.
『COMMAND ACCEPTED』
『Death』
『Command Executed』
Han didn't have time to process anything.
His vision darkened.
And then—silence.