Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 101 Are you... a player? ( words updated!)

Twenty warships, which were already the main fleet level in the old world, quietly left the port under the control of the Negative Star. The elves also docked at the shore and began to disembark in a queue, waiting to be summoned by the lord here.

As a wizard of the White Tower, the elf thought he was well-informed and had seen a lot. Ordinary things could not scare him at all. Until he saw Tartarus, which was almost dragged out of the warp, and the Stonehenge that had been suspended in the sky and engraved with the oldest hatred in the world.

There is no doubt that this is a wonder that exceeds the limits of the imagination of all intelligent creatures.

Once you miss the opportunity, you will never be able to build a Stonehenge again. He was one of the first races on this planet, with the first hatred. After the birth of the first demon of destruction, he had the first instinctive anger, so he could forge such a stone, imprison the demon, and use the power of the formation to tear the space to destroy it.

The Wound of the World is literally a wound on the world. It is the most primitive of life species, a completely impossible creation that can only be born out of the intense anger and hatred towards all living things.

The Psychic Lighthouse was even more bizarre. No matter how hard Tartarus tried, he couldn't build it.

The psychic torch, after all, is to build a beacon recognized by all the creatures in the subspace, so that a torch can be lit in this imaginary world. Before, I was far away and thought it was just a simple psychic power, but after a closer look, it was really a conceptual torch, lighting up the surrounding space.

From which subspace creature's homeland did this blueprint come from? From which weird subspace concept did this never-extinguished psychic torch get forged?
But these are just small things. What makes the elves even more angry is that they eat very well.

Each chef cooked in person in the cafeteria, with all kinds of ingredients and props flying up and down in the fire workshop. All the chefs worked as one, making beautiful dishes. Even the elves had to admit that the dishes were better than theirs after eating them.

What should we do? If we can’t eat these things anymore, what should we do to maintain our sense of superiority? Are these humans too omnipotent?

While drinking the delicious drink, the elves began to feel a subtle sense of tension in their hearts.

But soon, the tension disappeared.

Because they felt that an unprecedented will descended into the dining hall after they all finished eating. Looking at the hundreds of elves, an illusory figure waved to them in a friendly manner.

'Elves who have come from afar, I hope my hospitality will suit your taste. In the next period of time, you can always make your own requests and ask the chefs to make the dishes you want. As long as it appears in this world, it can be made.'

"Ahem, let's talk business, Mr. Wizard."

Very polite, but you can't tell that he is polite like an elf.

The wizard elf from the White Tower didn't seem to have any change in his expression. He just looked at Leon in front of him and bowed slightly, expressing his attitude of wanting to get down to business.

The rumor that the elves are arrogant and full of discrimination against short-lived races is probably a very regrettable prejudice. At least for now, all the elves at the table expressed respect for Leon and the Negative Stars. They just held their heads high, like a proud peacock, showing their attitude.

"We are not here to eat and drink, but to work for world peace. Your methods and attitude towards chaos are not correct. We hope to teach you the correct magic and precautions to take against chaos."

'Yes, of course.'

In everyone's consciousness, a gentle voice said this.

'You're the leader, right? But I advise you to cover your mouth, otherwise you might get a little nauseous. And don't resist. I don't want to clean my house.'

"What—" Before the words fell, a strong sense of tearing came from all directions.

The wizard in the White Tower was very familiar with this feeling and instinctively relaxed his resistance, allowing the tearing feeling to take him away.

Perhaps dozens of hours had passed, or perhaps only a moment had passed. In an incomprehensible space, time and space were meaningless. So when the White Tower Mage regained consciousness, he suddenly found himself in a steel room.

And in front of me, there is a figure flipping through a book.

"Welcome, elf."

With a soft snap, the book was closed. The figure floating in the air turned around as he looked at the armored elf.

The moment the spiral eyes met the elf's gaze, the elf, who had experienced countless battlefields, suddenly felt as if his brain had been hit by a sledgehammer. He subconsciously staggered two steps and looked away.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to."

The voice said so.

"And I know you don't actually mean any harm, but I still don't understand why you personally brought soldiers here?"

"…Because we are afraid that you will touch some taboos of Chaos, so we come to guide you."

"Oh, that's great. I'm just in need of that. Come in."

Looking at the elves who had no expression on their faces for some reason, the short figure raised his eyebrows and enthusiastically invited these elves who mastered magic spells into the observatory.

While feeling the zero-gravity area inside the observatory, and looking at the complicated observatory that made one dizzy at a glance, the elf focused on the Evil Moon, one of the Twin Moons of Hengtian, and carefully magnified it countless times to observe the patterns on it. The elf knew that he was probably not facing a young man at all.

However, what really frightened the White Tower Mage, and even made him afraid to say more, was that he felt something.

It's just like a Warp Demon, but a little different, with an aura that's unique to World Travelers.

"You...are a player. You're not a god, are you?"

"Of course I'm not a god."

The wizard in white shrugged and smiled at the elf.

"It's just to fool those fools out there. I've never been a god, not now, and not in the future. I'm just a lucky player, nothing more. But this doesn't hinder our communication, right?"

Although it’s a bit late, it’s still an update of 10,000 words!

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(End of this chapter)