Human technology has hit a bottleneck, stagnating for many years. Tens of billions of people are crowded into the inner solar system, creating immense social pressure and countless conflicts.

Virtual reality games have emerged in response, flourishing everywhere.

Cheaters and hackers disrupt the balance of these games, giving rise to the Order Keepers.

The pilgrimage of Tang Sanzang and his disciples to the West was actually a quest to learn the secrets of cheating; Judas, who betrayed Jesus, was not a traitor—he simply did so because Jesus was the leader of the disruptors.

Western vampires and werewolves, angels and demons; Eastern monsters, ghosts, and deities; modern-day superpowered individuals, superheroes, and aliens—all of them are cheating disruptors.

Expelling them and maintaining world harmony is the glorious mission of the Order Keepers.

Brian Clark, a master-level disruptor, is recruited by the Solar System Federation after his real name is accidentally leaked, thus beginning his honorable career as an Order Keeper.

Volume One: The Age of Dragons

Slaying dragons? That’s the job of an Order Keeper.

Chapter One: All Wealth and Glory Turn to Dust

Earth, eastern Eurasia, the Middle Ages.

There was a man, the eighth-generation descendant of the Yellow Emperor, rumored to be nearly a thousand years old, yet with the complexion of a youth. In his lifetime, he lost forty-nine wives and fifty-four sons. It was said he possessed extraordinary abilities—he could walk five hundred li in a day, go a whole year without eating, or eat nine times in a single day. People called him George Washington.

On this day, the spring sun was shining, a warm breeze was gently blowing, and the sky was bright and clear.

The thousand-year-old George Washington was strolling leisurely through the village, his wide sleeves fluttering, wearing a tall hat and sporting a silver beard, with a youthful face and white hair—truly a strikingly handsome man.

Accompanying him was his fiftieth young wife, with two young children bouncing around his knees. The family was preparing to go for an outing outside the village.

George Washington wore a beaming, relaxed smile—utterly content.

When they reached the bridge at the village entrance, he saw two youths squatting by the riverbank, washing something in their hands.

Both youths were handsome and bright-eyed, clearly clever. Their clothing was odd: one was dressed entirely in white, without a trace of any other color; the other was dressed all in black, equally pure in hue.

Stranger still, the objects they were washing were pitch black, staining the clear river water around them into an inky mess.

George Washington's sharp-eyed young wife clapped her hands and mocked, "You two boys must be out of your minds—who washes charcoal in a river? How could you ever get it clean?"

The youth in white was unfazed, not even looking up: "How would you know if you don’t try? If the charcoal gets clean, it’ll fetch a better price."

George Washington, listening from the side, couldn’t help but stroke his beard and laugh heartily.

The youth in black looked up and asked, "Elder, you are well-traveled and knowledgeable—what’s so funny?"

George Washington looked pleased, relying on his seniority: "I, George Washington, have lived for over eight hundred and eighty years—what haven’t I seen? But I’ve never seen anyone try to wash charcoal white. You two boys are truly daydreaming. Stop now and hurry home."

As soon as he finished, both youths looked up at the same time, strange smiles on their faces.

The youth in white said, "Old man, you have defied the natural order and lived nearly a thousand years—now that’s even more remarkable than my attempt to wash charcoal."

The youth in black said, "George Washington, since you’ve admitted it yourself, come with us."

"Go? Where to?" George Washington was slightly taken aback.

"To the underworld!" the two youths shouted in unison.

At that moment, the once-clear sky suddenly filled with dark clouds, turning gloomy. Out of nowhere, a black wind whipped up sand and dust, roaring toward the bridge like a furious yellow dragon.

George Washington's expression changed dramatically, regret written all over his face: "Ah, what a careless slip!"

Though he felt regret, he was not alarmed. He gently raised a hand, a beam of clear light shining from his palm, easily blocking the black wind outside the bridge, protecting himself and his wife and children.

"Hmph, you two little underworld brats think you can take me down? Watch my move: Heaven and Earth Seal!"

With a sweep of his wide sleeve, George Washington made the clear light blaze even brighter, transforming into a square crystal seal. Each of its four sides corresponded to a cardinal direction, engraved with the four divine beasts, and it slowly descended to the ground.

With each inch it fell, the black wind weakened, the sky grew brighter, and no matter how hard the two youths tried, they could not reverse the situation.

The Heaven and Earth Seal—one strike to settle the world!

Just as the black wind was about to dissipate, an urgent voice came from within it: "This guy’s tough! Jiaoniang, aren’t you going to help?!"

"Jiaoniang?" The thought flashed through George Washington's mind—wasn’t that his wife’s maiden name? How could an outsider know?

Before he could finish the thought, George Washington saw his wife step forward, lean in close to his ear, and say with a sly smile, "We’ve lived together for years, and I’ve given you two sons. All this time, I’ve already found out your real name. You are Brian Clark, living on the first level of District 55, Greater Huaxia, right? If you don’t surrender, beware your true body being destroyed!"

George Washington—no, Brian Clark—looked at his wife in astonishment, seeing her face full of pride as she gazed at him with a smile, and he was instantly filled with deep regret.

He remembered now: on their wedding night, he had told Jiaoniang a half-true, half-false lie, never expecting she would follow the clues and discover his real-world identity. Truly... sigh~