A different world game? A different world game!

On the way to the tea shop, the busy crowds around us created a unique scene.

Soon, they arrived at a dessert shop with a rather peculiar decor.

The store is decorated in a black and red color scheme, with dark decorative elements everywhere, even the signboard is decorated with bat-shaped decorations.

The store even has bats as pets.

A beautiful woman stood behind the counter, dressed in layers of heavy clothing, creating a unique dark style.

She looked at the children who walked into the store, her gaze finally settling on the flying squirrel.

"Isn't that the evil flying squirrel? Did it bring its little friends to eat at my place?"

The flying squirrel merely grunted twice in response.

The female boss looked at the flying squirrel's appearance and seemed to find it quite amusing, so she covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Carlos, what brings your student here today? Don't you always criticize the strange decor of my shop?"

The teacher leading the team was Carlos.

Hearing this, he said expressionlessly, "You're the one who raised Feishu to be like this. Your mother-in-law has a problem with you."

After all, the concepts of bats, vampires, and evil were all instilled in flying squirrels by this female boss.

She was among the earliest members of the vampire clan and was once a noblewoman in the vampire kingdom.

However, she was among the best performers of that group of nobles and royalty, and thus received a pardon from the leader.

"What does it matter? He's still a lovely, good kid."

"Alright, kids, go sit over there. Your sister has prepared your favorite desserts."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the kitchen.

Before long, all sorts of blood-red foods were served on the table.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

That's right, this is the dessert shop that vampires love.

As for the others, didn't you see that Carlos also frequents this store?

Ultimately, it comes down to personal taste.

However, there is no doubt that the desserts here are perfect for vampires.

After the children had eaten and drunk their fill, Carlos led them back home.

"I've granted you a small wish today, so you'd better behave from now on."

As he spoke, Carlos remained calm, without the slightest change in expression.

However, these children are already used to it.

On the way back, Adam noticed something unusual.

Outside a doorway by the roadside, several soldiers dressed in Night's Watch uniforms were talking in the doorway, their expressions somewhat solemn.

The group spoke in hushed tones for a long time before one of them composed himself, took out a letter, and knocked on the door.

Many passersby witnessed this scene, but they simply sighed and went on with their own business.

Adam had seen a similar scene before, but that time it was in the aristocratic residential area.

He unconsciously slowed his pace, and eventually even stopped.

The others followed his gaze.

Soon, the door was opened, and an elderly couple appeared in the doorway.

When they saw the Night's Watchmen, their faces instantly showed panic, and then they broke down in tears.

The watchmen silently handed over the envelope, then sadly helped the two elderly people into the house and closed the door.

The teacher walking in front suddenly spoke up:
"That was a death warrant, with a skull-shaped dragon pattern on the black cover. It carried the last message of a valiant warrior."

The messenger, if all goes as expected, should be a teammate of the Night's Watchman who has already fallen.

This is an unwritten rule within the Night's Watch, since the Night's Watch usually operates in small squads.

“Even at a time like this, you don’t show any expression on your face,” Adam said, looking at the mage.

Because Carlos always had a blank expression, he earned the nickname "Faceless" at school. Carlos looked at Adam; he never treated Adam as an ordinary child.

In some countries, Adam is already considered an adult at his age.

The Night's Watch simply has a stricter definition of adulthood.

"Adam, with your talent, it won't be long before various departments are vying for you."

"I suggest you consider joining the [Great Library] or the [Alchemy Laboratory], and try to join a research group related to death."

"At that time, you will understand why our leader is so great, and this sorrow will eventually be reversed and cease to exist!"

At this point, his tone suddenly became impassioned, and a rare look of fervor appeared on his face, a stark contrast to his usual expressionless demeanor, which was truly surprising.

"What does this mean?" Adam asked, frowning.

He was well aware of his talent, but he hadn't yet decided which department he wanted to join or what he would specifically do after joining the Night's Watch.

Carlos quickly returned to his expressionless state and said nothing more.

Only Adam, filled with doubt, and Eva, bewildered, were left behind.

"What a lucky bunch of kids."

Carlos couldn't help but mutter to himself.

After the children returned to the eastern wilderness, they came into Kana's sights.

Kana had even determined their training direction, and the relevant information had already been sent to the teachers.

Otherwise, why would Carlos become a teacher? He doesn't even have enough time for research.

Kana had never met these children, yet he knew their talents and abilities inside and out.

"O leader, great prophet."

……

And at this time.

The leader he spoke of was in the Tower of Trials.

This is a secret space located in the middle of the Tower of Trials.

The undead dragon remained lying there silently.

This time, however, she wasn't simply resting; she could sense that the bodies around her were attracting something.

A faint ripple appeared on the white walls of the space.

A pale green mist emerged from it, flying straight toward the undead dragon before landing inside the giant crystal ball in front of her.

Indeed, at the center of where the undead dragon is currently coiled is a huge transparent crystal ball with a diameter of five meters.

As the wisps of mist seeped in, faint traces of green mist could be seen gradually appearing inside the transparent crystal ball.

More and more misty substances kept flying in.

Upon careful counting, the number is nearly one hundred.

After one hundred, the number of fog-like particles gradually decreased until they disappeared.

At this moment, the undead dragon slowly opened its eyes.

The soul fire within the skull flickered violently, indicating that the undead dragon was not as calm as it appeared, just as if its flesh and blood were breathing heavily.

Kana's gaze remained fixed on the crystal ball, not missing a single wisp of mist that merged into it.

"Did it succeed?" the Necromancer Dragon asked.

Cana did not respond, but stared intently at the crystal ball.

After a long while, a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.

"It seems to have been a success. Indeed, with the Tower of Trials as the core and your power as the catalyst, the souls of those dead Night Watchmen were able to return."

"Very good, excellent, this is exactly the result I expected."

Kana's smile grew even wider. (End of Chapter)