A different world game? A different world game!

These are the names of heroes who charged into battle.

They were all prominent generals of the Allied Forces who later joined the Night's Watch, gaining its identity and power.

But the Night's Watch are not immortal.

These soldiers, always charging ahead and leading the troops, maintained the morale of the unit, yet their mortality rate remained very high.

Even if they reach level ten, they may even have the chance to become legendary.

In the war to reclaim their homeland and eliminate demons and evil, death is inevitable.

These famous heroes were placed in these specially made coffins after they died on the battlefield.

Surprisingly, the body has not yet been buried.

But there's really no need to worry about it.

Because the bodies of the Night's Watch have another characteristic: they will not decay or rot until the world reclaims its power.

Especially under Kana's arrangement.

The ritual of guiding the soul proceeded silently, with only the heavy footsteps and the rustling of robes.

The entire square was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; even breathing became a cautious affair.

Those legendary powerhouses, especially those legendary powerhouses of the magic system, silently held their breath on the various viewing platforms.

Even at their stage, they couldn't help but feel a little excited at this moment.

They had long sensed something was wrong with the city.

I already knew about some of the Night's Watch's unusual behaviors.

Many wise men had guessed what the Night's Watch might do, but they dared not draw any conclusions until that very moment.

A larger and purer spiritual power emanated from these obsidian coffins, resonating and merging with the spiritual mist of the city night.

Just then, the black and white dragon perched atop the crown of the Torch of Light moved.

She gracefully raised her enormous head, her vertical pupils, which held the meaning of birth, death, and reincarnation, calmly gazing down at the array of coffins below.

Instead of letting out a deafening roar, she opened her dragon mouth and let out a low, long, and deep dragon chant that seemed to resonate directly in the depths of one's soul.

As she chanted, a visible stream of energy, composed of pure black and white light, flowed down from her body like a soft veil, covering all the obsidian coffins below.

That light contained an indescribable power; it was a comfort, a blessing, and a connection.

The runes on the coffin were instantly illuminated, emitting a soft and sacred glow.

Everyone present, regardless of their strength, felt a profound peace emanating from the origin of life and the destination of death, as if their restless souls were being gently soothed.

"The dragon of life and death...she is blessing the souls of the heroes..." the snake-man priest hissed, his vertical pupils filled with awe.

"What a...powerful being..." For the first time, the elven prince Orion abandoned all his arrogance, his face filled with pure shock.

Although he knew from his time learning about the Night's Watch that the Night's Watch seemed to have a close relationship with mysterious dragons.

But knowing information and seeing it with your own eyes are two completely different things.

Since his arrival, the black and white dragons have been coiled on the "Torch of Light" like sculptures.

Now she's moving.

Among elves, dragons have always been respected and worshipped.

After all, the few astral dragons that were left behind initially chose elves as their preparation for saving the world; otherwise, elves would not have become the dominant species in the world.

If you study history, you will find that.

The dragons were the true key to the elves' rise to power.

As the blessed light enveloped the entire area, most of the spectators were immersed in remembrance of the victims and awe of the dragon's power.

Just when everyone thought the ceremony would reach its climax and slowly come to an end, the torch of light itself suddenly changed!

The crown, which had been steadily emitting a soft, milky-white light, suddenly seemed to have billions of stars ignited inside!
An unprecedented, pure, and seemingly piercing beam of white light shot up from the center of the crown without warning or sound, piercing straight into the sky!
The beam of light was so enormous and so dazzling that it instantly illuminated the entire North City, and even the cold north wall of the Tower of Despair, as if it were daytime! The night was completely torn apart!
The pillar of light was not empty.

A figure was slowly descending from the core of the crown of the Torch of Light, along the towering pillar of light.

The elegant figures of the black and white dragons lay prostrate beside them in respect.

The giant dragon that had been soaring through the sky quickly landed beside it and bowed its head slightly.

He wore a simple yet imposing silver, white, and gold robe, similar in style to the Night's Watch, but transcending the boundaries of the mortal realm.

His face was calm, young yet bearing an ancient vicissitude, his black eyes as deep as the universe, as if reflecting the long river of life and death.

His very existence exudes a vast aura that is impossible to look directly at, incomprehensible, yet instinctively makes one want to worship him.

The aura was gentle yet supreme, like the primordial light at the beginning of creation, and like the final resting place of all things.

All sounds in the square disappeared.

All movements froze.

All thoughts came to a standstill.

Whether it was the proud elves, the foolish nobles, the shrewd orcs, the strong tauren, the wise serpent people, the battle-hardened Night's Watch warriors, or even the black and white dragons coiled on the crown, they all looked up at that figure, their souls completely filled, shocked, and subdued by a divinity that transcended comprehension.

He—the leader of the Night's Watch, the world's chosen savior, the newborn god—Karna.

Surrounded by the towering pillar of light, it hovered above the torch of light, looking down upon the masses below who were plunged into absolute silence.

This is the first time that Kana has truly descended in the form of a god.

This is also the first time he has appeared to the public as a deity.

When Kana no longer hides, when Kana no longer restrains himself.

All living beings will know the boundary between the mortal world and the divine, and the gap between the two.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet like the first sound of heaven and earth, clearly imprinted in the deepest part of the soul of every living being:

"Death is not the end."

"Forgetting is the only way."

"It is hereby declared..."

"All the heroic souls who slumber to protect the light..."

"All those who are willing to bear the darkness for the sake of all living beings..."

"Life and death..."

"Neither of them revolve nor have they reached an end."

"This torch is the door."

"This city is the witness."

In the name of the savior

"Here, all beings are restored!"

The moment the words fell, the towering pillar of light abruptly contracted inward, transforming into countless tiny specks of light. Like a flowing river of stars, it gently showered down upon the obsidian coffins below that carried the souls of heroes, and upon every living being in the plaza who was awestruck by this miraculous arrival.

Those points of light, formed from the collapse of the towering pillar of light, resembled a galaxy pouring down.

The gentle moisture permeated every obsidian coffin and soothed every soul in the square who was awestruck by the miracle.

Where the light touched, the heroic deeds inscribed on the obsidian coffin seemed to come alive, flowing with a warm glow, while the coffin itself became even more profound, like a fragment of the starry sky.

Bathed in this sacred rain of light, the people in the square felt their weariness, fear, and even sorrow deep within their souls gently washed away, leaving only an indescribable tranquility and sense of belonging.

Life is basically divided into three stages.

The Night's Watch is divided into two levels: mortal (levels 1-10) and legendary (levels 11-15).

And those above 15 have completely transcended the mortal life stage.

Facing Kana, who descended in the form of a god.

All mortal beings were deeply moved, whether they were outsiders or members of the Night's Watch.

While the legendary figures still maintained their respect, they were no longer so suppressed by the power of the gods that they were unable to think.

So, is that all there is to it?
In their view, Kana's personal appearance as a deity and the grand spectacle made it seem like a simple ceremony following the war.

It was simply a reward for the victims and heroes of that war.

But it seems that's not all.

Because both the city itself and its sheer size indicate that things are far more complex than they appear.

As expected, this was merely the afterglow of the prologue.

Hovering above the torch of light, Kana's deep eyes, reflecting the long river of life and death, calmly swept over the silent masses below before finally returning to the enormous torch he called the "door."

He slowly raised his right hand, the movement natural and fluid, as if lifting a feather, or as if supporting the weight of the entire world.

All the legendary experts' attention was drawn to it.

With Kana deliberately concealing his divine power, even mortal beings were able to raise their heads.

All eyes were on them.

Without any warning, the space itself began to collapse and condense in his palm.

An indescribable "existence" emerged.

That was not light, but the “origin” itself.

It is not matter, but the concrete form of "possibility".

It is not energy, but the "law" that weaves all things.

A dazzling gem.

It presents a constantly changing "nothingness" color that cannot be defined by any known color.

It is not a physical entity, but rather a singularity formed by billions of extremely fine lines of law, shimmering with various colors of light, tightly intertwined.

It hovered silently above Kana's palm, yet instantly captured the attention of the entire world.

The moment it appeared, the soft light at the top of the torch of light suddenly dimmed, as if it had absorbed all its brilliance; the soul power permeating the air surged towards it like rivers flowing into the sea; even the black and white dragon coiled on the crown lowered its noble head slightly, its eyes filled with unprecedented awe.

"The Stone of Creation?!"

The snake-man priest hissed, his voice trembling with disbelief, almost losing its audibility.

The color drained from the face of the Elf Prince Orion Morningstar instantly, his golden pupils dilating to their limit in extreme shock. His proud ancient bloodline screamed wildly, warning him of the supreme status of the thing before him!

The lion elder's mane stood on end, as if he were facing the majesty of the pride's progenitor.

The werewolf warlord instinctively took a half step back, letting out a low whimper, a mixture of fear and awe.

Even the well-informed fox-man merchants forgot to scheme, and were left only in a state of utter blankness.

However, there were others present who had actually seen the complete Creation Stone.

Most of the legendary experts have seen him.

But this time it's completely different.

They were also surprised as to why there was such a big difference this time.

This is undoubtedly a complete Creation Stone.

But it gives people a completely different feeling.

The reason for the difference lies in the fact that it was used by a deity.

They are creatures that never existed in this world before.

Kana's gaze remained calm and unwavering, as if he were holding not a singularity that could reshape the world, but an ordinary pebble.

When Kana became a god, he knew that the power of the Creation Stone could be amplified and utilized through his abilities at this stage.

Or rather, this thing can only be used to its fullest potential by deities.

Only the divine would know this.

His gaze fell upon the array of obsidian coffins surrounding the base of the Torch of Light below.

"All those who have contributed to the world"

His voice rang out again, no longer a proclamation, but a divine decree, a judgment of the law.

"Those who sacrifice themselves in darkness, their deeds are immortal, their sacrifices are eternal. Death is not our end, nor is oblivion our destiny."

He gently pressed down with the hand that held the Creation Stone.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no devastating energy shock.

Only that singularity, flowing with the law of "nothingness," like a dewdrop merging into the water's surface, silently yet with an irresistible inevitability, sank into the center of the Torch of Light's enormous crown, constructed of star gold, mithril, and energy crystals.

Om-!
A deep, resonant hum, exceeding the limits of hearing and directly affecting the very essence of the soul, instantly spread out!
The entire North City, no, the entire area around the Tower City, seemed to tremble!
The enormous crown of the Torch of Light, as if it had been thrown into a furnace of billions of stars, suddenly became so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it!

On the mysterious materials that make it up, countless complex and unprecedented runes of laws that are beyond mortal comprehension are instantly illuminated, activated, and recombined!
The torch was no longer an inanimate object; it came to life! It became a colossal hub, centered around the Stone of Creation, connecting life and death!
A beam of light, far more magnificent and condensed than before, containing boundless vitality and the power to reverse the laws, was no longer blazing white, but instead presented a primordial chaotic color that encompassed all things and nurtured all things, and once again soared into the sky from the center of the crown!

However, this beam of light did not pierce the sky. Instead, after reaching a certain height, it poured down like a giant canopy, forming a huge dome of light that covered the entire square and precisely covered everyone!
Within the luminous dome, time and laws seemed to be rewritten.

A black and white dragon soared into the sky.

His entire body became ethereal, like a dreamlike bubble, and his illusory figure drifted about.

The dragon claws swung.

The power shifted and moved with the pull of her claws.

Faint, ethereal points of light emanated from the torch, like the glow of a soul, converging into spheres of light.

It flew out gently under everyone's watchful eyes.

They fell into those obsidian-built resting places for heroic spirits.

"Look...look at that coffin!" someone screamed. (End of Chapter)