A different world game? A different world game!

In the conference room.

Kana's fingertips pointed to the abyss again.

"At the same time, on this side of the abyss, we have a well-established rotation system."

"The Night's Watch veterans who returned to Ring Tower City to rest after the previous round of battles at Blood Pit Fortress have had their combat memories still fresh. They are the ones who are most familiar with this battlefield environment."

His hands clasped together in the air, signifying the merging of military forces.

"The elite troops rotated off the front lines of Tahrir were mixed and reorganized with the veterans who had just returned from the Abyss battlefield to rest."

"Form a brand-new 'Abyss Raid Task Force' that combines the will to overcome difficulties with experience in deep-sea operations."

"The number of people doesn't need to be too large; what matters is that they are elite, pure, and sufficiently familiar with the power of the abyss and chaos."

"They will be equipped with the finest alchemical weaponry and supplies, suited for sabotage and rapid mobility behind enemy lines—airships, highly mobile alchemical vehicles, powerful purification bombs, portable order beacons… I have faith in Popper's logistical capabilities."

We're using all sorts of gadgets; this time we're going all out.

Kana's gaze fell on Lelia as if it were a physical object, his tone filled with utmost trust.

"Lelia, you will be the soul of this team."

"No one knows better than you how to charge into a horde of demons, and no one knows better than you how to use chaos to create a killing storm."

"You are the first spark that ignited the abyss!"
"You are the sharp blade that tears open the demons' rear lines!"

"Tell me, our 'Combat Master,' will you accept this mission or not?"

The command room fell silent instantly, with only the steady hum of the alchemical crystal lamp remaining.

Leilia stared blankly at Kana, then looked down at the shadowy area on the map that represented the abyss, a place filled with unknowns and dangers.

The initial doubts and astonishment receded like the tide, and a familiar, burning fighting spirit, almost bursting out of my chest, surged up.

Her lips parted uncontrollably into a wild, excited, and even... slightly crazy smile.

"Haha..." A low laugh rolled out of her throat, gradually rising in pitch, "Hahahaha! Answer it! Why won't you answer it?!"

She slammed her hand on the table, the force of which made the cups and saucers on the table clatter.

She had long since grown tired of the feeling of being here every day giving orders.

What I can't stand even more is having to adopt a defensive posture every time a demon comes.

After all, she is no longer the combat master who only charged into battle; she is now the general of the entire Abyss.

She was in charge of overseeing all affairs of the Abyss. Decades had passed, and she had long since learned how to shoulder responsibility and how to suppress her bloodlust and fighting desires.

With Kana here this time, the initiative naturally lies with Kana, so she can finally abandon all constraints after a long time and start charging into battle.

And it was in this damned abyss that they took the initiative to attack.

You should know that in the last time she took the initiative, she had to be the commander and couldn't be on the front line, which bothered her for a long time.

This even somewhat fixed his strength at level fourteen, making it difficult for him to break through for the time being.

Kana clearly saw this as well; she needed to provide Lelia with a scenario where she could charge into battle without any distractions.

Without such an opportunity to charge forward without restraint, to fight and kill without restraint, Lelia would have had difficulty reaching level 15.

"Turn the demon's lair upside down? Set fire to its backyard right under the nose of the Abyss's will? Is there a better job than that?!"

Her long, reddish-brown braid seemed to tremble slightly with excitement, and the fire in her eyes burned as fiercely as lava.

"When are we leaving? My sword... and my legs, they've been itching to get going!"

"It's time to let those abyssal bastards know that the walls of Blood Pit Fortress are not a place they can come and go as they please! We will ignite the flames of war throughout the entire abyss!"

Seeing Lelia make a declaration as if she had been provoked, Kana felt awkward for a moment.

"Well, I'm still discussing it with you. There are still more details to discuss. We need to wait for more demons on the front lines to join the battle."

"So don't get excited yet, calm down."

Hearing Kana's words, Lelia rolled her eyes and calmed herself down a bit.

"Of course I know, I just... I just've been holding it in for too long, you know."

"Of course, of course I know. You've worked hard all these years."

Kana patted the other person on the shoulder in agreement.

“If you had known, you should have found someone to replace me. I should have done what Svirana did.”

For example, Svenna is currently having a blast on the front lines.

When she arrived at the front lines, she couldn't fight freely; she had to talk to the captains and commanders from all sides and oversee the overall war effort.

…………

The main world.

Candlelight City.

Holy Light Monastery Strategic Conference Hall
Beneath the massive white stone vaulted ceiling, the conference table, inlaid with holy light gems, emitted a stable and soft halo, illuminating the figures seated around it.

Alicia sat in the main seat, the sacred flame burning quietly deep within her golden eyes, the gold trim on her white robes resembling flowing liquid sunlight.

Anita Bolenberg, clad in plate armor, stood behind her like a silent steel bulwark.

Several Night Watch combat masters sat around the table, their expressions solemn.

A military commander with a weathered look between his brows, an intelligence officer with eyes as sharp as an eagle, and a logistics manager in charge of coordinating supplies.

The atmosphere in the conference hall was heavy, but not pessimistic; rather, it conveyed a sense of calm as if the situation was already settled.

A faint incense scent filled the air, mixed with the cool, metallic smell of parchment and steel.

“Your Holiness, everyone,” the intelligence chief, a lean man named Keto, spoke first.

His fingertips touched a huge map of the continent of Anveen, which was spread out and projected by a magic crystal.

On the map, a light blue area symbolizing a "new parliamentary system" or "substantive reforms" is rapidly spreading, like a burning wildfire devouring the deep red representing the old aristocratic monarchy.

"Latest update. Five months and seventeen days have passed since Ktyr's 'Day of Judgment.' The flames, as we predicted, have swept across the entire continent."

Military commander Darian, whose face was marked by a scar that made him appear particularly rugged, replied in a hoarse voice characteristic of frontline generals.

"The clearing out of the stubborn elements is progressing smoothly. According to accurate statistics sent back by adventurers' homes from various places, the number of nobles sent to the guillotine in the past three months has reached... 2,473."

"This number exceeds the total number of nobles executed for 'rebellion' or 'blasphemy' in the recorded history of the Anvian continent."

"This doesn't even include those who were exiled, stripped of their privileges, and severely punished," added Ella, the logistics manager, a middle-aged woman with a warm face but shrewd eyes. "Conservatively speaking, more than 80% of the noble families have lost their titles and main territories. The bubble of 'past glory' has been completely burst."

Victor pointed to several stubborn, deep red areas on the map.

"The rest are either small, isolated border states that are slow to react, or behemoths like Lor'themar and Harren, which are tough but are beginning to become unstable internally."

He paused, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"Interestingly, the most important lesson that nobles teach the world seems to be that 'nobles are not descendants of gods and are also afraid of death.'"

"When the guillotine was hanging over their heads, the vast majority of people chose wealth and life, readily handing over their ancestral scepters and heraldic rings."

"The trend is inevitable, and those who try to stop it will surely be crushed to pieces."

Alicia's voice was calm yet carried an invisible majesty, and the sacred flame flickered in her eyes.

"How well is the differentiation going? Who are the 'role models' who proactively embrace change?"

Viktor quickly switched the map projection, and subtle color differences emerged within the light blue area.

"Nearly half of the countries have completely abolished the privileges of hereditary nobility and followed the example of the Cathir to establish a pure national assembly, and the nobility has become a historical term."

"The other twenty-one countries are dominated by a 'co-governance' model led by figures like Prince Philip, who are 'pragmatic' – the nobles retain some of their wealth, influence, and even parliamentary seats, but must share power with newly emerging commoner representatives and are clearly bound by the new legal code."

"This part of the reform is relatively mild, but it is also the most deceptive, temporarily stabilizing the situation."

He looked at Alicia.

“The monasteries of the Holy Light Church cooperated excellently, actively endorsing the new council and the ‘enlightened nobles’, granting them legitimacy as ‘following the Holy Light and caring for the people’s livelihood.

Darian snorted coldly:
"Deceptive? I think it's just a desperate attempt to survive!"
"But it's also good; it reduced unnecessary bloodshed and accelerated the change of order. With both material and spiritual measures in place, the anchor at the grassroots level has been firmly planted."

“Data-driven ‘blessings’ allow even farmers to pierce a knight’s plate armor with a pitchfork, and the popularization of the doctrine of Holy Light tells them that ‘equality under the law’ is God’s will.”

"With these two things in hand, do the nobles think they can continue to ride roughshod over the commoners by relying on bloodlines and lies? Dream on!"

Ella nodded: "Logistical support also confirms this. Affordable food, basic potions, and improved farming tools distributed through the Adventurers' Home and the Merchant Guild network are continuously flowing into the new regime's controlled areas."

"The people's hearts are no longer with the old rulers. Those countries that are still resisting."

She pointed to several crumbling, deep red patches on the map.

"Internal discontent was like boiling magma; reports came from the Adventurers' Home's contact points, secret societies, and sporadic riots."

"Their noble council is probably not discussing how to suppress them now, but rather debating which direction to 'reform' in order to preserve their family bloodline from being completely wiped out."

"very good."

Alicia's lips curled into a cold smile, and the sacred flame seemed to burn even brighter.

"Let the fire burn even brighter. Increase the 'information dissemination' to those areas that are most resistant. Let their civilians see how their neighbors breathe the air of freedom."

"Let their nobles hear how crisp the sound of the guillotine blade falling is. The time has come; this pot of porridge should be brought to a complete boil."

This is God's will.

Any attempt to resist with guilt is pointless.

the other side.

Council Hall of the Emerald Palace, Heron Empire.

In contrast to the somber atmosphere of the council hall in the Candlelight City Monastery, the council hall of the Emerald Palace, the heart of the Heron Empire, was filled with a suffocating heaviness and despair.

The enormous obsidian table was cold and smooth, reflecting the pale light emitted by the magical ice crystal chandelier on the dome.

At the end of the long table, Emperor Augustus VII of the Empire was deeply enthroned on his magnificent but seemingly shackled throne, his once majestic face now showing only weariness and dejection.

Unconsciously, his fingers caressed the "Dragon Heart Gem," a symbol of supreme imperial power, embedded in the armrest of the throne, making the gem appear dull and lifeless.

Seated around the long table were the empire's most important ministers.

Minister of War, Minister of Finance, Minister of the Interior, Grand Master of the Palace, Chief Intelligence Officer...

Everyone's face was solemn, their eyes darting around, and the air was thick with an aura of defeat and an indescribable fear.

Just days ago, the air was filled with the passionate roars of the pro-war faction and their scathing denunciation of the Night's Watch's "despicable tricks," but now, only deathly silence remains.

"His Majesty!"

The Minister of Military Affairs, an old general with white hair and beard, slammed his fist on the table, his hoarse voice breaking the silence.

“We can’t sit idly by any longer! Those peasants… those lowly people bewitched by the Night’s Watch, wielding those evil ‘blessed’ powers, have begun storming manors and tax offices everywhere!”

"The city garrison reports that their well-trained soldiers were repelled by a mob wielding hoes! This...this is an utter disgrace! We must assemble the Imperial Guard and crush them with overwhelming force! Let those lowly people know..."

"Know what? Know that the iron hooves of our Heron are still invincible?"

The finance minister, a shrewd and cunning fat man, interrupted him sharply, his face bearing undisguised mockery and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"Marshal Borg, wake up! Look out the window! Do you really think that with the strength of our nation of Heron alone, we can withstand the raging tide sweeping across the entire continent, and withstand the power bestowed by those... great beings?"

He deliberately avoided the word, but everyone knew what he meant.

"Suppress? You try suppressing a farmer who has been strengthened by power countless times, is impervious to pain, and can still unleash an amazing attack before he dies?"

"Do you know how many gold coins it takes to support a heavily armored knight? The Night's Watch can have countless 'farmers' just by swearing an oath!"

The intelligence chief, a middle-aged man with a sinister face, added in a dry voice.

"Breaking news... Lorthemar's 'Iron Wall Marquis,' known as the best-defended castle on the continent, was breached three days ago."

"It wasn't a large army besieging the city; it was the blacksmith's apprentices in the city who, together with miners who had their wages withheld, led by a former adventurer who had received a 'blessing' early on... that led to the marquis and his last loyal followers being hanged on the tower of his own castle."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

“There are traces of Holy Light purification left at the scene. The Church of Holy Light… tacitly approved it.”

"Shameless! The Night Watch! The Church of Holy Light! They are all in cahoots! They are the scourge of the world! They..."

The Minister of the Interior, a conservative old nobleman loyal to the royal family, couldn't help but slam his fist on the table and curse angrily.

However, his cursing stopped abruptly.

The entire council chamber fell into absolute silence.

All eyes, including the weary eyes of Emperor Augustus VII, were focused on the Minister of the Interior.

There was no agreement, no angry resonance in that gaze, only a cold, detached fear, as if looking at a dead man or a madman. (End of Chapter)