A different world game? A different world game!

In the conference room.

Discussions are still ongoing.

"Specific details regarding the deployment of each continent, each sea area, and each type of force, including inter-service coordination, logistics supply line planning, and contingency plans for evacuation from key points..."

“These extremely complex tasks,” Alyris announced, “are no longer suitable to be discussed one by one in a meeting of this size.”

"The meeting will be divided into several specialized groups: land defense strategy group, maritime defense strategy group, logistics support and resource allocation group, civilian evacuation and resettlement planning group, alliance charter and contribution assessment group, etc."

"Each special task force is led by the corresponding department of the Night Watch, with professional representatives from each country participating in their respective fields. They regularly summarize progress and provide periodic reports and confirm the general direction at the core leadership group meetings."

As Ariris announced this, multiple independent work area signs quickly appeared on the huge holographic projection in the Hall of the Universe.

The Night Watchers' guides also began to work efficiently, directing representatives from various countries to register at different virtual or physical sub-venues based on their own strengths and interests.

The grand world conference is not over yet; these past two days have only been a very basic meeting.

The goal is to get them to reach a basic consensus, but the real issues are just beginning.

Now we are officially entering the more arduous and complicated execution phase, which will determine the survival and future rise and fall of hundreds of millions of lives.

……

With the conclusion of the core meeting of the Hall of the Universe, a basic consensus was reached on abandoning homeland, building the Tahrir defense line, and making every effort to protect the Leviathan continent.

The southern part of the city surrounding the tower instantly transformed into an even larger and more sophisticated negotiation machine.

The awe and intimidation of grand narratives have faded, replaced by fierce competition and meticulous battles for every inch of ground in countless conference rooms.

The king and the supreme leaders stepped back from the forefront, while the ministers, generals, treasurers, shipbuilding masters, and logistics experts they brought with them stepped forward and were assigned to various special task forces.

The air was no longer filled with the suffocating feeling brought by divine power, but with a more mundane smell of gunpowder.

The exchange of interests, the division of responsibilities, and the struggle for resources—all these are fueling the slim hope of survival and the allure of a golden age.

Icefield Group 3 Meeting Room – Anvien Continental Coast Six-Nation Project.

A detailed map of the northeastern coastline of the continent of Anvien was projected onto the cold alloy wall. Representatives from six neighboring small countries sat around a long table, the atmosphere heavy and subtle.

The coordinator sent by the Night's Watch, a middle-aged human officer with a serious expression and wearing an insignia that reads "Data and Planning" on his chest, is calmly explaining the key points for advancing the pre-established defensive line.

"...In summary, based on the energy tidal model of the Void Rift and the predicted delay effect of the Tallir Continent, when the defensive line shrinks to the northeastern part of the Anvian Continent, the third large-scale defensive node will be anchored at..."

The officer pointed to a central city on a prominent peninsula on the map, “...within the Kingdom of ‘Sea Cliff Fortress,’ specifically in this open area between ‘Stone Harbor’ and ‘Raging Waves City’.”

The representative of the Sea Cliff Kingdom who was named, an old count with gray hair but still sharp eyes, was visibly tense.

This country has already undergone a revolution, and the old count only became a representative because of his high prestige.

They are members of parliament who are indeed elected by the common people of the territory.

He took a deep breath, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, his voice carrying a suppressed grief and indignation, and an undeniable calculation:

"Commander, colleagues. The simulations on the map are cold and precise, but we are facing a living reality."

"This means that when that day comes, the thousand-year foundation of Haiyabao, the land pioneered and protected by our ancestors, will become the center of a blood and flesh millstone, destined to be scorched earth under the ravages of the void!"

"Our people will be displaced and forced to leave their homes! And our soldiers, in the pain of abandoning their homes, will still shed their last drop of blood here to buy time for the rear!"

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping intently over the Night's Watch officer and the representatives of the other five nations present. His tone abruptly shifted, becoming incredibly direct.

"Since destruction is inevitable and contributions are unavoidable, Haiyabao demands clear compensation."

"We have had two geniuses in the last decade who have touched the threshold of legend, but they are stuck in a bottleneck. One of them is from a commoner background."

"The Night Watchers have the slots and resources for accelerated breakthroughs, and we request that two 'Legendary Catalyst' slots be opened!"
"Furthermore, His Highness the old prince, a pillar of our nation and a legendary warrior, has been struggling for years without a suitable weapon. To boost morale and ensure he can unleash his full potential on the battlefield of the apocalypse, we request the Night's Watch to provide him with a custom-made legendary weapon."

Before he could finish speaking, a representative from the "Hemlock Kingdom," a nation with slightly stronger national power and known for producing fierce warriors, immediately chimed in, his voice booming.

"The spirit of sacrifice at Seacliff Fortress is admirable. My Hemlock Kingdom is equally willing to do everything in its power for the Alliance. We can provide 100,000 elite warriors of levels five to seven, all veterans who have experienced the rotational battles at the edge of the Rift."

"They will be the backbone of the defense line. With such a large force deployment, we demand at least one corps-level command post in the Northeast Command of the Alliance."

“Of course,” he rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming. “To maximize the combat effectiveness of these warriors, could the Night Watchmen prioritize providing a batch of ‘Rock Solid’ heavy armor and ‘Demon Slayer’ enchanted weapons?”
"It would be even better if a few legendary catalyst slots could be allocated to our country's rising stars."

"One hundred and fifty thousand level seven warriors?" The representative of the Silver Sand Duchy, a lean finance minister, couldn't help but question in disbelief.

"Your country has a total population of only a few million and a regular military strength of only 150,000. Where did you get so many high-ranking soldiers?"
"As far as I know, the Night's Watch's 'blessing' is magical, but the experience gained depends on actual combat. Level three is the limit for ordinary people, and level four and above cannot be obtained without exceptional talent or through life-and-death battles!"
"Where does your country get so many rifts for soldiers to 'level up'?"

After all these years, no fool would refuse a blessing; the practice of bestowing blessings has long become commonplace and everyday knowledge.

The representative of the Hemlock Kingdom, a general with a hideous scar on his face, did not get angry upon hearing this. Instead, he let out a cold laugh that he had suppressed for many years, a laugh that carried a sense of triumph.

"Hehehe... Have you all forgotten? There are three stable void rifts within the territory of my Hemlock Kingdom!"

“Three whole lines! For the past ten years or so, we have been ridiculed as a ‘cursed land’ and a ‘poor wretches that need to rely on neighboring countries for aid’.”

"Our soldiers are either fighting on the front lines of the Rift or on their way to the front lines! Every bit of experience they gain is earned with their lives!"

"105,000 to level 7? That's a conservative estimate. If it weren't for the heavy casualties in recent years, that number could be doubled."

He glanced around at the representatives of the other five countries, who were speechless and had complex expressions, especially those countries that had secretly mocked or "gifted" hemlocks. His tone was filled with sorrow and pride.

"Now, do you all understand? Each of these 100,000 veterans survived by bathing in the blood of their compatriots and the Void Monsters."

"They know the horrors of the Void better than anyone, and they cherish their homeland more than anyone. To make them abandon this land watered with blood and protected with their lives is more painful than killing them." After all, the number of Night's Watch members is limited, while the Vanguard has opened quite a few rifts.

Therefore, the guards were basically led by the Night's Watch, with the assistance of a large number of local soldiers.

He turned to the Night's Watch Coordinator, his voice low and firm.

"Your Majesty the Night's Watch, the Hemlock Kingdom can accept strategic abandonment, but please understand that our warriors need time to process this enormous sacrifice and require more meticulous ideological work."

“A hardline approach will only backfire. We hope the Night Watch will provide professional evacuation teams and, during the evacuation and resettlement, try to group soldiers from the same region and their families together to maintain their cohesion and fighting spirit.”

"This is the premise for us to unleash our maximum combat power!"

The Night's Watch officer took careful notes and nodded: "The situation in the Hemlock Kingdom is unique, and their contributions and sacrifices are evident to all. Your concerns are already taken into account in the Night's Watch's contingency plan."

"We will dispatch a specialized 'Barrier of Will' team to assist your country in mobilization and reassurance. Regarding the resettlement of families, your country's needs will be given priority within the 'Civilian Evacuation and Resettlement Planning Group.' Please rest assured."

There are many such groups, each facing different problems depending on the region.

After all, this concerns the future of the world, and no one dares to relax.

For the representatives of those countries, they also have to fight for their own interests, their families' interests, and their country's interests.

Meeting room of the Joint Naval Fleet Construction Team.

The atmosphere here is completely different, filled with tension and racial division.

The conference room was enormous, accommodating representatives from different continents and nations with powerful shipbuilding capabilities.

Elves, dwarves, humans, merfolk, halflings, and even representatives of several city-state alliances known for their maritime trade.

The projection displayed various warship designs, ranging from the elegant magical sailing ships of elves to the sturdy steel ramming ships of dwarves, from the multi-tiered cannon battleships of humans to the unique semi-submersible biological ships of murlocs.

A human admiral from the "United Kingdom of Vilandia" pointed to the design blueprints of his nation's proud "Poseidon-class" battleship and emphasized in a loud voice.

"...In conclusion, Vilandia possesses the sixteen most complete large-scale royal shipyards on the west coast of the Anvian continent, with mature designs and efficient assembly line operations."

"We can provide the most powerful maritime firepower platforms and the most professional naval command system! In the integration of the Alliance's maritime forces, Vilandia should assume a core role and obtain corresponding fleet command authority."

As soon as he finished speaking, an elf master from the "Wave Chasing Court," a subordinate organization of the Elf Realm's Ring Council, elegantly set down the crystal glass in his hand, his tone carrying the unique arrogance of elves, ingrained in their very bones.

"Velodia's 'Poseidon-class'? Forgive my bluntness, Admiral. Your 'wooden boxes' that rely on sails and primitive cannons would probably not even be able to scratch the surface of these void creations."

"Their claws and energy breath can easily tear your proud warships to shreds."

"The elves' 'Starlight Cruisers' are powered by magic, with enchanted hulls and equipped with arcane focusing cannons that can accurately strike energy cores. This is the effective force against the threat of the void."

"Unfortunately, the production volume..." The Elf Master shrugged regretfully, the subtext of which was self-evident—you humans can make things quickly, but they're all garbage; we elves can make things well, but you can't afford to wait.

However, they also have inventory.

"Puff puff puff..."

A deep-diving fishman, sitting in a special tank, let out a bubbly laugh and tapped the tank wall with its webbed claws, producing a dull sound.

"War on the seas is not confined to the surface. Without the brave warriors of the fishmen diving into the deep sea to pierce the lairs of those monsters that emerge from the seabed fissures and remove the filth clinging to the bottom of the ship, even the sturdiest ship cannot escape the fate of sinking."

"You 'tin cans' and 'wooden boxes' floating on the water, can you protect your own ships? Without the protection of the murlocs, no matter how many warships you have, they're just snacks for the void!"

His words elicited nods of agreement from representatives of several other races that also possessed powerful underwater abilities.

The scene instantly erupted in chaos.

"Your elf ships are great! How many can you launch a year? Probably not a single one, right? Enough to fill a tooth gap?"

"The dwarves' iron lumps are tough, but they run slower than tortoises! How can they catch up with those agile void hounds?"

"Fishmen? Hmph, in the last naval battle, your 'warriors' couldn't even scrape off the hull paint of our merchant ships! What a load of bull!"

"Our merchant ships? You call that cannon? Its range isn't even as far as our sailors spit!"

"..."

Arguments, jeers, and table-pounding filled the room, with various languages ​​and expressions of anger echoing throughout the conference room.

Historical grievances between races, differences in technological approaches, and struggles for maritime dominance were all laid bare at this moment.

The Night's Watch's coordinator, a half-elf in a dark blue technical officer's uniform with a stern expression, looked at the pot of porridge in front of him and rubbed his temples helplessly.

"enough!"

The half-elf officer slammed his hand on the table. The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating force that instantly suppressed all other noise.

He surveyed the group of representatives, whose faces were flushed or whose cheeks were bulging, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Look at what you're arguing about! The elves' elegant junk, the humans' mass-produced trash, the dwarves' iron turtles, the murlocs' primitive tactics... and you," he pointed to several city-state representatives, "those third-rate modified goods used for smuggling and robbing merchant ships, in the eyes of the Night's Watch, every single one of them is rubbish!"

"What did you say?!"

"Insanity!"

"Does being a night watchman give you the right to insult people?!"

The delegates were instantly enraged, and their anger was unanimously directed at the half-elf officer. (End of Chapter)