DEMON GROUPI ACCIDENTALLY ENTERED THE EVIL CHAT!

The doorbell was ringing in his ears, sharp and annoying.

In front of him was the cheap wooden door of his apartment, separating him from a hot pepperoni pizza that represented the pinnacle of his ambitions for the night.

And in his head, his mental interface was screaming in crimson red, with an alarm that carried the weight of cosmic disasters.

[!!! URGENT ALERT - FACTION SUMMONS !!!]

[Demon Monarch Wu Tian has initiated the "Blood Oath Summoning" ritual. He requires the Lord's immediate attention and guidance. The matter is of the utmost importance.]

Yuan Lin froze in place, stuck between two worlds.

A world that required him to find 1500 dinars in his wallet, and another world that demanded legendary wisdom to save an army of demons.

For a moment, his mind couldn't process the absurd contradiction.

Ding-dong! The bell rang again, accompanied by a muffled voice, "Pizza delivery!"

The sound pushed him into motion.

He forced his feet forward and opened the door mechanically. He saw the young, tired face of the delivery guy.

He took the two warm pizza boxes, paid with slightly trembling hands, and closed the door without uttering a word.

He didn't put the pizza in the kitchen.

Instead, he carried it to the coffee table in his living room and placed it there like a forgotten offering.

The smell of melted cheese and spicy pepperoni filled the air, but it seemed distant, from another world.

He no longer felt hungry. Everything had evaporated before the weight of that red notification.

"Blood Oath Summoning," he whispered to himself. He didn't know what it meant exactly, but he knew it wasn't just a chat message. It was an oath. A vow. A final cry for help.

He felt fear, that cold fear he hadn't felt since he was mugged. But this time, it was different. It wasn't fear for his physical safety, but fear of responsibility. The responsibility for the lives of real beings in a real world.

"You can't run," he told himself. "You are the 'Lord.' This is the price."

He made his decision.

He couldn't "receive" a summons like this while sitting on his shabby sofa. That would feel wrong, disrespectful.

He went to his computer desk and sat in his chair. He turned off the monitor, and pushed the keyboard and mouse aside. He arranged everything in front of him until his desk was empty and clean.

He had turned his humble office space into a makeshift "throne room." It was his small, desperate way of giving himself a sense of control and seriousness.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"System," he commanded in his mind. "Connect me."

There was no blue screen this time.

The moment he gave the command, he felt his consciousness being ripped from his body with immense force.

The world around him collapsed into a vortex of red and black light. It was a terrifying sensation of speed and falling, as if he were being pulled through a narrow cosmic tunnel.

Then, suddenly, everything stopped.

He found himself floating, an invisible entity of consciousness, above a scene of absolute devastation.

The sky of this world was a dark purple, lit by two moons. One was silver and full, casting a cold, ghostly light. The other was red and shattered, its fragments leaving a bloody trail across the stars.

He was floating over a vast, cracked plain, the ground black and covered in sticky patches of strange blood. Broken siege machines, resembling the skeletons of giant monsters, were scattered everywhere.

In the middle of this plain was an ancient fortress, its walls crumbling and under siege.

And there, he saw Wu Tian.

He wasn't just a name on a chat list. He was real.

He was a giant, at least eight feet tall, wearing spiked black armor covered in scratches and blood.

He was kneeling on one knee, panting with exhaustion, supporting himself on a massive sword plunged into the ground before him, its blade as wide as a tree trunk.

Around him, dozens of his elite soldiers, the "Gray Guard," stood in a defensive formation, wounded and exhausted, but their eyes burned with a stubborn fire.

And they were facing an army. An endless army.

It wasn't an army of demons or humans. It was a swarm.

Terrifying insectoid creatures, the size of humans, made of a pale material like ivory or chitin. They had multiple sharp limbs, and their heads were featureless except for two large, oval eyes that glowed with a cold, emotionless white light.

They moved together in complete silence, a silent, deadly wave of death.

Wu Tian's voice reached Yuan Lin's consciousness, not as an audible sound, but as a feeling, a thought filled with desperation and reverence.

[Demon Monarch Wu Tian]:" My Lord! I have broken my oath of meditation! Forgive me! The Silent Scourge has breached the western walls. They are a single hive mind, immune to fear and pain. Our weapons barely scratch their chitinous armor. And their numbers... their numbers are endless."]

Yuan Lin felt a wave of terror as he saw the "Silent Scourge" flowing over the fortress walls, cutting down Wu Tian's soldiers with insectoid indifference.

[Demon Monarch Wu Tian]:" They are targeting the Heartstone inside the fortress. It is our source of power, the lifeblood of our lands. If it falls, our lands will die and turn to dust. We cannot hold out much longer. I initiated the Blood Oath ritual as our last hope. Grant us your wisdom, your strategy! How do we defeat an enemy that does not feel, does not fear, and outnumbers us a thousand to one?"]

Yuan Lin watched the horrifying battle before him, feeling completely helpless. Him? A strategist? The best strategy he'd had in his life was pretending to be sick to avoid a meeting at work. How could he lead an army?

Panic seized him. He wanted to cut the connection, to escape back to his apartment and the safe smell of pizza. But he couldn't. He saw the tired, determined faces of Wu Tian's soldiers. They were dying, believing in him.

He forced himself to be calm. He forced himself to think. Not as a soldier, not as a general. But as... an IT support technician.

"What's the problem?" he asked himself. "What's the fundamental error?"

He looked at the insectoid swarm. They moved without thought, rushing toward a single target: the "Heartstone." There was no strategy, no tactics. Just a flood of attacks.

"This isn't an army," he suddenly realized. "It's a DDoS Attack. A flood of malicious packets meant to overwhelm and crash a server. You don't fight every packet individually. You cut the connection at its source. You attack the command-and-control server."

He found it. He found the solution in his own world, in the logic he understood.

With a confidence he didn't feel, he sent his orders to Wu Tian.

[Lord of Eternal Chaos]: Your sword is useless here, Wu Tian. You are trying to empty the ocean with a teacup. This is not a battle of strength, but a battle of logic.]

He sensed the surprise in Wu Tian's consciousness, but it was a surprise filled with respect.

[Lord of Eternal Chaos]: This swarm is mindless. It follows a single will. It has a nexus, a "Queen," a "master server." It will be different from the rest. Bigger, better protected, perhaps stationary. It controls the others. Ignore the drones. Find the Queen. Cut off the head, and the body will die.]

Using his elevated view, Yuan Lin scanned the battlefield. In the rear, far from the main fight, he saw a creature much larger than the rest. It was bloated, pulsating, and connected by thousands of thin energy threads to the rest of the swarm. That was the target.

He sent the image of the creature directly to Wu Tian's mind.

On the ground, Wu Tian's eyes suddenly shot up, filled with certainty and faith. He raised his massive sword, which began to glow with black chaos energy. "With me!" he roared to his elite guard. "The Lord has guided us! The target is there!"

They formed a spearhead and broke through the ranks of the insectoid swarm. They took hits, armor shattered, but they were no longer fighting randomly. They had a goal. They ignored the thousands of insects attacking them and focused only on advancing.

Yuan Lin watched from above, his heart about to leap out of his chest.

Wu Tian and his men finally reached the "Queen." It was protected by a wall of the largest insectoid warriors. They fought a desperate, bloody battle, and many of the "Gray Guard" fell. But Wu Tian, with incredible strength, broke through their defenses.

He leaped into the air, raised his sword with both hands, and brought down a single, devastating blow into the heart of the bloated creature.

There was no sound of an explosion. Instead, there was a psychic scream, a wave of pure mental anguish that echoed across the entire battlefield, so powerful that Yuan Lin felt it as he floated in the sky.

And suddenly, every single creature of the "Silent Scourge" stopped.

They froze in place for a single second, then, like puppets with their strings cut, they all collapsed at the same moment, turning into a fine, ivory-colored dust.

Silence reigned.

Wu Tian and his surviving men stood in the middle of a field of dust, panting, shocked, but victorious.

Wu Tian knelt once again on one knee, his head bowed.

[Demon Monarch Wu Tian]: Your wisdom has saved all our lives, my Lord. The Blood Oath has been fulfilled. Our debt to you is immeasurable.]

The vision began to fade. Yuan Lin felt that force pulling him back through the cosmic tunnel.

He slammed back into his consciousness violently, falling out of his chair and onto the floor, gasping for air, his whole body trembling. The smell of the now-cold pizza filled the room, but it smelled like it was from a distant, other life.

He was terrified and completely drained. He had seen death. He had commanded a battle. This was no longer a "game."

A series of notifications appeared before him, one after another, but he could barely see them.

[You have successfully guided your subordinate through a "Blood Oath" crisis.]

[You have successfully defended a core territory of the Chaos Lineage.]

[Your strategic command has averted a faction-level catastrophe.]

[Lord Authority Level +5. Current Level: 7.]

[You have been rewarded with +2000 Chaos Points for exceptional performance.]

He stared at the massive numbers, but he felt no joy. He felt sick.

He looked at the untouched pizza boxes, the symbol of his simple, human life. The gap between that life and the one he had just witnessed had become an uncrossable, gaping chasm.

He looked at his own trembling hands and realized that his "tricks" and his "tech metaphors" had real, bloody consequences in another world.

He was no longer playing a role.

He was a leader. A general. A Lord.

And only now was he beginning to feel the true weight of his invisible crown.