High Martial: I Inherited the Evil Organization from the Game

People don't have to pay for the sins they commit in games, right? At least, that's what I always believed. In real life, I was timid and law-abiding, a peaceful soul who wouldn't hurt a fly. But in the game? I was a different beast—leaving no grass standing, painting the streets red, and building a legacy of absolute terror as the founder of the most extreme evil organization the server had ever seen. It was all just virtual fun, with no real-world consequences. Until the day the game line and reality merged. Now, time has folded in on itself, and the atrocities I committed behind a screen have become flesh and blood. Worse still, I didn't just wake up to a nightmare—I inherited it. The organization, its fanatical followers, its hidden arsenals, and its global network of chaos are all mine to command. There's no log-out button, no reset, and no one coming to save the world. The villain I played in the game is now the role I must live—and the only way forward is to embrace the darkness I once thought was just for fun.