With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Starting from Chapter 359, the division of competition zones begins.

Chen Yurou nodded vigorously, raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, but she forced a smile: "Yes, you too. Be careful. I... I'll keep healing you until the very last moment." The childish words of love carried immense weight at that moment.

A quiet alleyway shrouded in shadow.

Several figures briefly intersected like ghosts.

"The Shadow Beacon has been recalibrated. Once it enters the competition area, it will intermittently send encrypted pulses at the lowest power. The identification range is approximately a radius of five kilometers. Note that the signal may be interfered with by extreme environments or certain techniques."

"Toxins and single-use traps, allocated according to plan. Prioritize self-preservation; hunting 'high-value targets' is a secondary objective. Gather intelligence, especially regarding 'him'."

"clear."

"For the ultimate... qualification."

The whispers faded into the wind, and the figures disappeared into different directions, as if they had never existed.

Iron Curtain City, a heavily guarded private warehouse.

William was not there, but his deputy, a stern-faced former officer, was giving a final briefing.

"Arcane Beacon has been distributed to the team leaders. It offers better concealment, but its effective range is relatively short. Once inside, prioritize establishing contact with the 'seed' teams in this region to gain a local advantage."

"The strategic objective remains unchanged: to ensure the advancement of our forces to the greatest extent possible. Elimination operations should be limited to lone wolves or core members of hostile forces who pose an extremely high threat and for whom the opportunity is ripe. Do not waste resources on pointless skirmishes."

"Remember, this is just a preliminary round. Our real battleground is yet to come."

A unified, low voice responded: "Yes!"

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【00:05:00】

The countdown entered its final five minutes. An eerie, absolute silence descended upon the mainland. Even the wind seemed to have stopped. Everyone could hear the pounding of their own heart.

【00:01:00】

In the final sixty seconds, some began to tremble uncontrollably, some gripped their weapons tightly until their knuckles turned white, and some closed their eyes and took deep breaths.

【00:00:10】

Ten, nine, eight, seven... Some people counted silently in their hearts, while others read it out aloud.

【00:00:03】

three,

【00:00:02】

two,

【00:00:01】

one,

【00:00:00】

There was no earth-shattering noise, no dazzling light effects.

Time, at this moment, was cut off with a "click".

It's not an illusion.

The running player's footsteps froze in mid-air; the arm swinging the weapon was frozen in its trajectory; the open mouth could not utter another syllable; even the elemental light gathered at the tip of the magic wand seemed to be sealed in amber, losing its flowing vitality.

The sound was completely removed.

The sounds of wind, breathing, heartbeats, and the faint roars of monsters in the distance... all was silent.

The light did not disappear, but it lost its "dynamics." The flickering torchlight, the flowing magical spring water, and the ever-changing clouds on the horizon were all frozen into a huge, detailed, yet lifeless still life painting.

Across the entire continent, apart from the uncontrollable surge of terrified thoughts, all external, physical, and energetic activities were forcibly brought to a standstill by an indescribable and irresistible force.

Immediately afterwards, in the center of all players' vision, the string of scarlet countdown numbers that had reached zero silently exploded.

It's not destruction, but reorganization.

Countless tiny points of light burst forth, swirl, and converge, redrawing the cold and majestic system runes at a speed beyond visual perception:

[Battle for Supremacy Across Realms. Preliminary Rounds for New Players on the Continent. Phase One.]

[Officially launched.]

The text paused briefly, then receded like quicksand, and new characters emerged:

[Randomly assigning participants to the preliminary competition area...]

[Base number: 71,458, * (slight fluctuations in numbers)]

[Allocation algorithm loading...]

Allocation complete.

The last line, bold and highlighted, carries a weighty sense of destiny, etched deep within every pair of eyes:

Your region ID is:

A number appeared out of thin air, right after that.

It could be "07", "22", "58", or "13", "81", "94"... from 1 to 100, completely random and without any pattern.

"I... am 47..."

"District 3! I'm from District 3!"

"89...so far back..."

"Sector 1! Oh my god!"

"68......"

"..."

Thoughts roared, screamed, trembled with fear and relief, but no sound came from the throat. One could only watch helplessly as the number belonging to oneself seemed to come alive, "flowing" from the center of vision, radiating a soft yet undeniable platinum-gold light.

The light, like tangible flowing water, quickly covered the player's entire body from head to toe, forming a crystalline cocoon of light.

Then--

A sense of detachment.

It wasn't the smooth transition of a teleportation array; it was more like the entire being was gently but resolutely "pulled" out of their current "position" by an invisible hand.

My senses were thrown into a brief state of confusion. The frozen world around me—the astonished faces of my companions, the magnificent yet still outlines of the city, the grotesque yet motionless monsters in the wilderness—was like a faded oil painting, the colors rapidly peeling away and dissipating, followed by the forms, which peeled off piece by piece like a shattered mirror, stretching into blurry bands of light, and finally being swallowed by endless pure white.

Slight weightlessness.

It did not fall, but rather floated in some kind of void.

The sense of time becomes blurred; it could be a fleeting moment or a long second.

Pure white.

All around, it was pure, uniform, and without any impurities—a pure white.

There were no shadows, no distance, no sound.

Beneath their feet was a flat, boundless "ground" that also emitted a faint white light. Stepping on it had a very slight solid feel, but it left no trace.

This is a solitary, isolated, and subconsciously chilling preparation space.

Players "appeared" here one after another, still enveloped by that faint white gold cocoon. They could see some blurry and distorted light and shadow outlines nearby, roughly humanoid, but their faces were indistinguishable and they could not get close. If they were more than ten meters away from each other, they would encounter a soft but impenetrable invisible force field.

Panic spread silently. People tried to shout, but their open mouths produced no meaningful sound, only a faint whirring sound that seemed to be absorbed by the space.

When attempting to run, the force field restricts the range of movement.

Attempts to use skills, open inventory, summon pets... all system interaction interfaces related to the "original continent" have turned into a dull, unusable gray.