Camie to K158

The legendary hunter Camie had spent the better part of a week recovering from the intense chaos of the Glorious Battles. For days, her armies had marched from battlefield to battlefield, securing victory after victory until both her soldiers and commanders desperately needed a breather. But while her troops rested, Camie’s mind never truly slowed down. She was a hunter by nature, and peace always felt like a temporary distraction. The quiet settling over the realm only sharpened her appetite for another worthy target.

As was her habit, she opened her personal directory of bookmarked kingdoms gathered across countless campaigns. Every location had its own advantages: familiar terrain, strategic landmarks, and memories of past triumphs. Among them, Kingdom 158 stood out. It had long been one of her favorite hunting grounds. Thanks to her relatively light power footprint, migrating there was incredibly cheap, whereas larger players faced exorbitant costs that kept them away. It was a realm where powerful players often grew comfortable, convinced that the expensive migration barrier shielded them from dangerous rivals.

Comfort, as always, bred deep complacency.

Camie dispatched her scouts across Kingdom 158, searching for anyone foolish enough to leave their guard down. Hours later, the scout reports began pouring in, but one specific entry instantly caught her attention.

An unshielded lord. His name was Smily.

On paper, the raw numbers were enough to intimidate almost anyone. Smily commanded a staggering 1.8 billion power, towering overCamie by more than five times. His city was defended by a massive garrison of roughly twenty-three million soldiers, a figure large enough to scare off virtually any hunter who stumbled upon him. To the average observer, he appeared completely untouchable.

Camie, however, was not one to care about first impressions.

She thoroughly analyzed every piece of data her scouts had compiled. The city walls were woefully under-leveled. The defensive fortifications showed little investment. His commander setup lacked basic synergy, and his war gear was surprisingly weak for someone holding such immense power. The longer she examined the report, the clearer the situation became: Smily possessed a massive mountain of troops, but almost none of the underlying preparation that made an army truly lethal.

Raw power without proper preparation was simply a massive target waiting to be exploited.

A faint smile touched Camie's lips. "This one won't last long."

Her confidence wasn't rooted in arrogance, but in hard-earned experience. Her signature infantry bleed formation had earned a terrifying reputation across multiple servers. Rather than relying solely on raw statistical power, the setup was designed to inflict heavy, continuous damage right from the start, crippling defensive lines before they had any chance to stabilise. With an endless stream of attacks and an ongoing bleed effect that would continue to shred through surviving ranks as the battle progressed, turning even massive garrisons into a meat grinder.

Without a second thought, Camie initiated the migration. Seconds later, her city materialized within the borders of Kingdom 158.

There were no warnings, no diplomatic messages, and no hesitation. There was only the hunt.

Her armies assembled with practiced precision before advancing toward Smily's city. Every commander understood their exact task, every unit moved into formation as rehearsed, and there was zero wasted effort.

The first strike hit with brutal speed.

Camie’s infantry crashed into Smily’s outer defenses, and before the defending forces could organize a response, the bleed formation began its work. Elite Tier 4 soldiers vanished by the hundreds of thousands, until whole ranks simply ceased to exist. The battlefield quickly devolved into a total collapse of Smily's front lines.

When the dust settled, over eleven million soldiers had been wiped out. Almost all of the casualties came directly from Smily’s high-tier forces units that had required months of training and vast amounts of resources to build. Camie’s own losses were virtually nonexistent by comparison. Even better was the massive flood of merit pouring into her battle log: almost twenty-one million merit from a single march.

Inside the battered city, panic spread fast. An army that had felt invincible moments ago had been carved apart with terrifying efficiency. Smily’s remaining officers scrambled to plug the gaps, throwing lower-tier reserves into positions previously held by veterans. From a distance, the wall defenses appeared fully manned again, but the actual defensive strength was completely gone.

Camie saw right through the illusion and immediately ordered the second wave.

The follow-up attack hit before Smily had any chance to recover. Camie’s infantry surged forward with relentless force, smashing straight through the makeshift second line. The remaining Tier 4 troops were far too depleted to hold, and the lower-tier replacements melted almost instantly. The bleed effect swept through the ranks once again, turning any lingering resistance into an inevitable defeat.

When the dust cleared, another fifteen million soldiers had fallen, adding fourteen million merit to her total. Smily’s original twenty-three-million-strong garrison was reduced to a fraction of its former self.

Realizing there was no hope for a comeback, Smily pulled his lord into the safety of the shelter, leaving nearly eight million abandoned soldiers outside to face the final assault alone. Without their commander, the remaining troops were swiftly eliminated, yielding an additional three million merit.

Though the lord himself managed to hide, the outcome was absolute. Camie looked toward the ruined city one last time before giving a quiet, clear command: "Burn it."

Her armies set the city ablaze, plundering whatever loots remained and leaving nothing behind but smoke and burning rubble. When Smily eventually emerged from his shelter, he would find no kingdom left to rule over, only ashes, silence, and an expensive lesson about relying on numbers alone.

In just a few minutes, Camie had dismantled a 23 million troop garrison, sustained virtually zero losses, and walked away with 38 million merit. For Camie, it was just another successful day on the hunt.