A different world game? A different world game!

Discussions regarding ocean-going vessels are becoming increasingly intense.

Faced with public condemnation.

The officer showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he crossed his arms, a smirk of undisguised contempt playing on his lips.

"Insult? I'm just stating the facts."

"Over the years, which of your families hasn't kept pirates at sea?"

This is something that is tacitly understood.

Which maritime trade doesn't need pirates to watch over it?

Of course, it's also a chance to take a hit at the opponent.

"Which pirate group would dare to touch the alchemical cargo ship under the Night Watch's 'Star Ring Logistics,' with its silver-gray sails and hull engraved with the 'Ring of Order' runes?"

His gaze swept over every representative present, and those whose eyes fell upon him, whether human generals, elf masters, or merfolk leaders, all unconsciously avoided his gaze.

That's something I really wouldn't dare to do.

"Because those who dared to reach out have had their bones sink to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish."

The officer's voice was icy: "Your proud warships can't even keep up with the wake of the Night Watchers' 'Hunter' class high-speed frigates."

"Under the alchemical main guns of the 'Barrier'-class heavy gunships, it wouldn't last more than three rounds."

"Not to mention we also have the 'Wavebreakers' who can walk on flat ground in the storm, and the 'Blinkers' who can teleport short distances to avoid attacks."

"Your proud designs and centuries-old 'secret techniques' are nothing but museum artifacts compared to the Night's Watch's alchemical technology. Utterly vulnerable."

That was a bit insulting, and everyone was immediately subjected to a barrage of abuse.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Although they were severely criticized, no one could refute them.

The terror of the Night Watch's naval power is a shadow hanging over all coastal forces, an iron law written in the blood of pirates.

The fact that their merchant fleet can navigate the most dangerous waters without hindrance is itself proof of their strength.

The Night's Watch's ships have always been technologically advanced.

This was already evident during the initial battle on the continent of Leviathan, and later in the pursuit of vampire pirates at sea and the crackdown on maritime trade.

Even in the end, it was for the expedition to the continent of Taril.

The iteration of various types of ships is extremely rapid.

To some extent, the Night Watch ships have achieved a complete dimensional reduction attack at sea.

However, these ships are indeed not cheap to build, and the Night Watch has cargo space because of that.

Therefore, although the logistics are extremely large and the transportation volume is extremely exaggerated, the number of fleets at sea is actually not that many.

However, this also meant that once a cargo ship was intercepted, the spoils could be enough to make an entire country envious.

The seas are never short of these crazy pirates.

Unfortunately, none of them succeeded; they all sank to the bottom of the sea.

If we can't afford to offend them, then so be it.

Seeing the stunned expressions on everyone's faces, the half-elf officer snorted coldly, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying an unquestionable commanding air.

“Sweep all your cherished ‘garbage designs’ into the dustbin of history.”

"What the alliance needs are standardized, mass-produced warships that can truly fight against the Void Beasts."

"The Night's Watch summoned you not to listen to you sell your antiques, but to take your shipyards, your skilled workers, and your supply chains for raw materials."

"The Night Watch will provide entirely new, groundbreaking design and construction standards."

He paused for a moment, then saw the greedy glint in the eyes of several representatives, especially the humans and halflings, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

“That’s right, it’s a real gift. And it’s the blueprints and core construction technology of the ‘Abyss Guardian’ class main destroyer, which is more advanced and powerful than the ‘Hunter’ and ‘Bulwark’ ships that you occasionally glimpse at sea.”

The latest ship technology and professional design are designed for future maritime strikes against void forces.

He tapped the control panel, and the holographic projection in the center of the conference table instantly switched.

A sleek, futuristic warship model emerged.

Its entire body is covered with matte dark gray alloy armor, and a dark blue energy circuit flows along its hull. Instead of traditional sails, it has a huge, complex propulsion array at the stern.

The bow features a menacing multi-barreled main gun, while the sides are densely packed with honeycomb-shaped vertical launch units for spells and close-in weapon rapid-fire energy cannons.

The entire warship exudes a cold, efficient, and deadly aura.

"hiss……"

"This...this is..."

What drives it?

"Those cannon muzzles... God..."

Even the arrogant elf master, who had just been so arrogant, couldn't help but lean forward, his golden eyes fixed on every detail in the projection, filled with shock and disbelief.

The dwarf representative stared at the heavy armor and the thick cannon barrel, unconsciously stroking his beard, seemingly assessing its craftsmanship.

The human generals and city-state representatives were breathing heavily, their eyes filled with naked desire.

"Really...really for us?"

General Vilanthia's voice trembled slightly, his previous arrogance completely gone.

The half-elf officer raised his chin smugly: "Of course, as part of the Alliance's standardization of naval power. However," he changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "getting the blueprints is only the first step."

"If you want to build it and mass-produce it, your existing shipyards need to be extensively renovated and upgraded, and your workers need to receive new training."

"The Night's Watch will send a technical guidance team and... the 'Engineering Blessing' team to assist you."

"Remember, this is for survival. Don't think about hiding anything or cutting corners. In the face of the vast ocean, any substandard warship could destroy the entire fleet."

He looked at the elf master who was still carefully examining the projection and trying to analyze the magic circuit.

"Master, what do you think of this design? How does it compare to your 'Starlight Cruiser'?"

The Elf Master slowly raised his head, his arrogant expression replaced by a complex, technological fervor.

That's how elves are.

The source of their arrogance lies in their constant time and long-term professional research, which makes them the pinnacle of their expertise once they reach a certain level.

But if an elf is at the very top in this field, it also means they are among the most passionate in that profession. He was silent for a few seconds, and finally, in an almost sighing voice, he uttered a word that shocked everyone familiar with the nature of elves.

"...Absolutely amazing."

Inside the meeting room, discussions on production capacity, resource allocation, and technology transfer details finally resumed with difficulty amidst a passionate atmosphere.

The allure of the golden age and the pressure of the apocalypse are gradually being transformed into the concrete force driving the entire world of Aigera to struggle for survival through countless intricate interplays.

……

Three months have quietly slipped by.

The world conference in the city of the ring that determined the fate of the world has long since ended, and the framework of the alliance, the division of authority, and the rules of action have all been settled.

Monarchs and leaders of various countries embarked on their journeys home and began to implement the decisions made after heated debates in the Hall of the Universe.

Meanwhile, the Night's Watch banners fluttered to every corner of the world, and teams with different missions were systematically moving into various countries and cities through teleportation nodes scattered across the continent.

In a bustling city of a kingdom on the continent of Anvien, the afternoon sun lazily spilled onto the cobblestone streets.

In the city center, on the second floor of a tavern with a sign that reads "Night Watch Emblem," two people sit by a window facing the street.

One is a highly influential councilor in the city, who rose from humble beginnings during the revolution and has been dedicated to this cause in recent years.

He was dressed in casual clothes that were sophisticated but made him look a little tired.

The other was dressed in the dark gray uniform of the Night's Watch, with patterns on his epaulets indicating his status as a coordinator.

The two men had two glasses of ale in front of them and were talking in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally glancing at the bustling night watchman's newsstand across the street from the window.

The newsstand was crowded with people of all kinds.

The latest issue of World Observer has just arrived, and the headline on the front page is prominently about "Countdown to the Void" and "World Alliance".

A young man holding a newspaper, his voice trembling with disbelief, pointed at the newspaper and asked the person next to him.

"Hey, is it true that those purple monsters mentioned here will invade on a large scale in a few years? It sounds like drunken ramblings from a tavern."

A middle-aged man in overalls with a weathered face chuckled, took a swig of cheap beer, and didn't bother to wipe the foam off his beard.

"Of course it's true. Do you think all those kings and big shots who traveled thousands of miles to the continent of Leviathan were going on vacation?"
"That's what it's about. I heard they've created a huge alliance that includes all the countries and major organizations in the world, called the 'World Alliance.' It's all over the newspapers."

The young man was still clearly skeptical: "So... so many kings gathered together for a meeting just to deal with these... void creatures? Are they really that powerful? More terrifying than the snow giants of the north?"

Before he could finish speaking, an old soldier leaning against the wall next to him, with a hideous scar on his face, suddenly snorted. A fierce light shot out from his turbid single eye, and his voice was hoarse but full of power.

"Kid! You don't know anything. Those things aren't wild beasts at all, they're monsters through and through."

"Just looking at them sends chills down your spine. They're covered in those damn, unbreakable purple crystals."

“The worst part is,” the veteran’s voice suddenly rose, filled with deep-seated hatred, “that as soon as you get close to fight them, that shit-like noise will be shoved into your brain like an enema.”

"Buzzing and squeaking. They can drive a sane person crazy. Fighting them for too long will make your head feel like it's been hit by a hammer, throbbing and painful. If you don't retreat and rest, you might accidentally swing your axe at your own people the next moment. Bah!"

"These void sprites are the most disgusting and troublesome monsters in the world, bar none."

His sudden excitement and crude yet vivid descriptions instantly attracted the attention of everyone around him.

Only then did people see clearly that the terrible scar ran diagonally down the veteran's forehead, deeply penetrating his empty left eye socket and extending all the way to his jawbone, like an ugly centipede coiled on his face.

The veteran noticed everyone's gaze and pointed sharply at the scar with his rough fingers: "See that? It's this damn 'medal.' It made me a one-eyed man."

"But do you know what level I am? Level seven. I'm a genuine level seven warrior. Do you understand what level seven means?"

A suppressed gasp rippled through the crowd.

Although the Night's Watch's "blessing" has made the physical fitness of ordinary civilians generally improve to level two or three, and some talented or power-hungry young people can even reach level four, they must undergo real combat trials to improve further.

Especially when fighting dangerous creatures like Void beings to gain "experience," every step is accompanied by enormous risks.

The veteran before him possessed level seven strength and bore such horrifying scars, making his words undeniably convincing—he had indeed fought those monsters on the front lines with real weapons and had paid a heavy price.

"Two years ago, before I even had this scar on my face, I was already at level seven."

The veteran's voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness and regret, "It was that time... those shrill screams pierced my head like awls, making me dizzy and almost driving me insane."

"I fucking... I almost chopped the guy next to me in half with an axe."

He took a deep breath. "Fortunately, at the last moment, I bit my tongue, regained my senses for a moment, and managed to stop myself from wielding the axe."

"But in that moment of dizziness, a little beast that was only level four or five jumped onto my face like a flea and left me this 'souvenir' with its claws that were more disgusting than shit."

He touched the scar, then suddenly chuckled, a ruthless glint in his eyes, "Of course, I crushed it into a pile of mangled flesh with a flick of my wrist. Too bad..."

The laughter quickly turned into a sigh. "Since then, I can't stay on the front lines anymore. My head can't take their howling anymore."

A silence fell over the crowd in front of the tavern, a mixture of sighs and fear filling the air.

The veteran's experience was like a cold dagger, piercing through the barriers of words in the newspaper and starkly revealing the terror of the creatures of the void and the bloody cruelty of war to these civilians living in the relatively peaceful rear.

Standing by the window on the second floor of the tavern, the city councilor, who had overheard the conversation downstairs, frowned, took a large sip of his drink, and then slammed it down, the bottom of the glass making a dull thud on the wooden table.

He looked at the Night's Watch coordinator opposite him, his tone tinged with helplessness and pressure: "You Night's Watch... you're moving fast enough. You're already spreading information about void creatures and the apocalypse among the common people on a large scale?"

The Night's Watch Coordinator remained calm, picked up his glass and swirled it, the amber liquid reflecting a faint light in the sunlight.

"Of course, Your Excellency. If we don't do it now, are we waiting until disaster strikes?"

"Panic is inevitable, but rather than letting it erupt like a volcano at the last minute, causing uncontrollable chaos and stampedes, it's better to let it seep in little by little, subtly, like we are now."

He pointed to the crowd still discussing it downstairs, "Through newspapers, through stories in pubs, and even through 'living examples' like that veteran downstairs, let the word 'doomsday' slowly transform from a distant legend into a reality we need to face."

"Although the process may be somewhat bumpy and may cause local disturbances and unease, the situation is still under control and the alliance still has the strength to gradually guide, digest, and resolve these 'premature chaos'. This is called... being prepared for a rainy day."

The congressman rubbed his throbbing temples and said with a wry smile:
"You make it sound so easy. In the end, doesn't the burden of 'planning ahead' fall on us local councilors and administrators?"
"To appease the public, maintain order, and handle the various problems caused by panic..."

"No matter how capable you Night Watchmen are, you can't possibly station people in every town and every street, can you?"

Upon hearing this, the Night Watch Coordinator smiled knowingly and raised his glass to the councilor.

"Your Excellency, this is precisely the meaning of the alliance. The Night Watch provides information, technology, strategic frameworks, and key forces, while local governance and stability require people like you who are familiar with the local area and deeply rooted in the grassroots to carry it out. We each have our own roles and support each other."

His gaze swept over the crowd in front of the newsstand downstairs, then returned to the senator's face. His tone was sincere and firm: "Faced with the disaster that has swept across the entire world of Aegira, no one can stand aside, and no one can bear it alone."

“We share the burden and support each other; this is true ‘standing together through thick and thin.’ This toast is to our cooperation and to this city that is striving to stand firm before the storm.”

The senator looked at the Night Watchman's calm and resolute eyes, and then at the civilians downstairs who were beginning to truly contemplate the "future" amidst shock and worry. The helplessness on his face gradually melted away.

He remained silent for a moment, then finally picked up his glass.

The two wine glasses clinked lightly in the air, producing a crisp sound. (End of Chapter)