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Chapter 780 Make your choice!
The city surrounding the tower.

North City.

Representatives from various factions gathered in the conference hall.

The air was as taut as a fully drawn bowstring.

On either side of the long table, representatives from major world powers exchanged glances, their probing and suspicion almost palpable.

Before they came here, the conflicts between them had accumulated over thousands of years.

Therefore, it took the Night's Watch a lot of effort just to arrange suitable seats for them; otherwise, having two forces still fighting outside together would inevitably lead to a lot of dawdling.

Some races are inherently short-tempered, and sometimes, even in the most serious situations, they can become reckless and act without thinking.

The complex relationships between various races are a real headache.

But at this moment.

Even the most clueless person knows how to be quiet, how to maintain proper silence, and how to preserve one's dignity.

Because during this meeting.

The being they had to respect sat quietly in the very center.

in the hall.

At the very top of the center.

On the sacred and magnificent throne.

Kana's presence is like a silent abyss, causing all noise to subside on its own.

In fact, none of the people present expected that Kana would come in person, after all, Kana is a "god".

His status is no longer the same as when he was simply the leader of the Night's Watch.

But now this deity himself sits in the very center.

Regardless of what this meeting is about, they are at a disadvantage.

From the moment they entered and saw Kana, they knew they would have to pay a price this time.

I just hope that the Night's Watch's demands don't cross their bottom line, if they do.

...Then let's talk again.

Under divine power, sometimes even the thoughts in one's mind must be minimized, which is truly oppressive.

Just when they were feeling uncomfortable.

Kana's figure vanished faintly from the throne.

The watchmen present all bowed their heads slightly, as if to bid farewell to the other party.

In everyone's opinion, Kana didn't need to deceive in this way.

So they all felt that Cana must have really left, which put their minds at ease.

He won't interfere during the meeting or conversation.

Suddenly, the sound of panting filled the meeting room.

The pressure was still somewhat unbearable for them.

Once everyone quieted down and the atmosphere in the meeting room became more relaxed, the night watchman finally spoke.

"You have all seen it with your own eyes," Black, the Night's Watch's military commander, broke the oppressive silence with a voice as direct and powerful as a hammer striking an anvil.

"The 'Torch of Light' and the power of our Lord have made it possible for the heroic souls to return to the world. But this is not for showing off, much less for enslavement."

He surveyed the crowd, his gaze sharp. "The Night's Watch's demand has never changed: to stop this pointless infighting. The void beyond is closing in, and we are still shedding our last drop of blood for a few barren lands and a few ancient curses!"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, at this moment he was practically calling out the elf by name.

Because the Night's Watch's actions in recent years have cooled down wars in many regions.

The only one that didn't do anything was the elf.

The elven prince Orion Morningstar gracefully set down his crystal glass, the sound of the bottom of the glass hitting the silent stone tabletop crisp and jarring.

"Awe-inspiring power, General Black, Ms. Popper."

His voice was still melodious, yet it carried a sharp edge like ice. "However, power itself... is the reshaper of order. Possessing the power to bring the dead back to life, how will the Night's Watch... or rather, the savior Kana, wield this... 'mercy'?"
"Will it become a sword hanging over the heads of all disobedient people?"

"After all, who can resist the temptation of life? And who can bear the fear of being excluded from the 'resurrection' list?"

Especially at the time when the end of the world is approaching and war is raging.

His golden eyes stared directly at the Night's Watch representative, laying bare the deepest doubts in everyone's hearts.

At this point, everyone else had some respect for the elf prince.

Although this guy seems arrogant and annoying, the fact that he could say such things at this time and in this place is enough to prove that he at least has guts.

Now someone has started.

The others immediately followed suit.

"Your Highness's concerns...are exactly our concerns!"

Duke Herian, a human nobleman, immediately chimed in, a forced smile plastered on his fat face, his ornate collar soaked with sweat.

"Such a miracle... how do the Night's Watch intend to distribute it? Will it be limited to the Night's Watch itself? Or... will it benefit allies? Or what... price will be required?"
"Of course, we're not forcing anything, we're just seeking some psychological comfort." He nervously rubbed his fingers together, greed and fear intertwined in his eyes.

"The price?" The werewolf warlord Grom let out a rough sneer, his crimson eyes sweeping over Herian with utter contempt. "Is that all you humans care about? We only have one question!"

He slammed his hand on the table, the force so great that the Silent Stone vibrated. "Do the Night Watchers want to use this thing as a whip to lash all our tribes into submission?! To make us give up the hunting grounds, to abandon our blood feud? Dream on!" He bared his fangs, making no attempt to hide his hostility.

This is not impossible.

After all, orcs have only been freed from slavery for a few hundred years, which is why they hate elves so much.

They also had internal conflicts and had previously engaged in war, but things calmed down thanks to the mediation and suppression of the Night's Watch.

Of course, most of the supplies came from the Night's Watch's inexpensive goods, which greatly reduced the "anger" between the tribes.

Vera, the fox-woman representative, tapped the table lightly with her paw, her voice carrying a shrewd smoothness: "Lord Grom, please calm down. General Black mentioned the Void Apocalypse. We have all naturally felt that...unsettling sense of oppression."

"But empty talk about unity is meaningless. The Night's Watch has demonstrated power and made demands. So, what about the guarantees behind that power?"

“How can we ensure that this ‘resurrection’ won’t be abused? How can we ensure that it won’t become a tool for the Night Watch… or some other being… to manipulate the world? Trust is a foundation.” Her golden eyes gleamed, leading the question to a deeper level of suspicion—suspicion of the intentions of the newly born god, Kana.

There were no gods in this world, and there never have been any.

Their understanding and respect for the gods are ultimately limited.

The vast majority of life forms follow the principles of nature.

Before the Night's Watch, all factions essentially trusted only one faction.

That is the Church of Holy Light.

The Holy Light of the Church of Holy Light has been studied by various factions; it is a power similar to magic.

It's just related to each person's mental state.

The Church of Holy Light has always acted as an intermediary and liaison, never interfering in the internal affairs of other forces.

They have consistently done what they are supposed to do, and that's how they have gained the trust of so many forces over the years. Furthermore, the Holy Light Church has considerable influence among the people, enabling them to effectively balance social unrest.

But the Night's Watch.

Although the Night's Watch chants slogans and has the world's backing, their actions can sometimes be quite aggressive.

In particular, the purge of the ruling class was almost obvious.

The Night Watch is different from the Church of Holy Light.

The Night's Watch will indeed seize the benefits, increase their influence, and take control.

Stonehoof, the minotaur, let out a deep growl: "We minotaurs believe in our Night's Watch brothers! They fought to the death against those damned rats!"

"Lord Kana rescued General Martha and the others from the brink of death not to become slave owners! It was to fight an even bigger war! To fight that... Void Apocalypse!" He slammed his massive fist into his chest with a dull thud, supporting his allies while also highlighting the core purpose of the resurrection—to confront an even more terrifying threat.

That's what minotaurs are like.

After all, they were almost wiped out on the continent of Lebia. If it weren't for the actions of the Night's Watch, they wouldn't even have had a chance to catch their breath.

The main reason is that, like the dwarves, they worship things like nature and the earth, although they express this in the form of totems.

In some ways, the tauren have become part of the Night's Watch, just like the dwarves.

Popper, the librarian of the Night's Watch's Great Library, finally spoke.

The two watchmen in charge of today's meeting were both handpicked.

Blake, needless to say.

His military achievements gave him considerable influence, and he was also one of the first knights to follow Kana.

It also represents the human side belonging to the Night Watch.

Popper is a rat, a round-eared rat-man.

The round-eared ratmen are now mostly members of the Night's Watch.

It sounds a bit strange to say it like that.

The fact that the Night's Watch would allow a round-eared ratman to be one of its highest leaders already shows that the Night's Watch truly doesn't care about racial differences.

While internally, Popper is somewhat unreliable.

But having held a high position for so many years, she is no longer seen as a mere mouse in public.

Rather, it is a symbol of wisdom and tranquility.

Her pure white fur was adorned with fluorescent runes, highlighting her power.

Her voice was calm and even, yet it possessed a penetrating power that seemed to understand the laws of nature. Her slender fingertips unconsciously traced lines in the air, leaving faint, fleeting rune trails.

"The rules revealed by the Stone of Creation are no joke. None of you here are fools; you know that even with the world's help, even with the power of the Stone of Creation, even with the savior Kana..."

"Resurrection is not without cost, nor is it a power to be abused."

"We are able to wield this power because of the will of the world, which desires that we use this power to protect Him and to protect ourselves."

She raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over Orion, Herian, Grom, and Vera. "Every time life and death are reversed, the threads of life and death are disturbed. What is consumed is the power of the world's origin, the divine might of our Lord, and the 'anchor' of the resurrected's own existence."

"It's not about creating an immortal army, but about preserving those indispensable sparks of light and making up for those irreplaceable sacrifices in the final battle." She paused, her tone carrying an undeniable coldness. "As for control? If the Night's Watch truly wanted to rule, with the power of the Torch of Light and our mighty Night's Watch army, why wait until today? Why invite you all here?"

Blake watched silently, seemingly unmoved.

Whether dealing with internal or external matters, Popper has a terrible temper, and that's no joke.

Her words silenced the room.

That's a bit disrespectful and arrogant.

Do you think you Night's Watchmen can stand against the world?
Popper's fingertips flickered again, and a small sphere of light composed of pure law runes appeared in her palm, slowly rotating, its interior seemingly containing a microcosm of the birth and death of the universe.

"The Stone of Creation gives us insight and responsibility. We see the reflection of the end times, not the threat of any one power, but the end of the entire world."

"The prophecy of the end times was born in this world thousands of years ago. How long has it been since the evil god left? Have you already forgotten?"
"Internal strife is only accelerating the destruction of that void."

Her gaze sharpened as she looked directly at each representative. "The Night's Watch's demands are simple: a ceasefire. The establishment of temporary neutral zones. The sharing of intelligence regarding the signs of impending doom."

"Concentrate resources to prepare for the final battle. The power of resurrection will be prioritized for the heroes who protect the world in the final battle—regardless of whether they are elves, humans, orcs, or any other race."

At this point, the Night's Watch's purpose was quite clear.

Just as many people guessed.

The most basic requirement is to make them stop fighting. All conflicts and confrontations must stop, no matter how divisive things have become.

There is no room for negotiation.

She put away the orb of light, her voice regaining its calmness, yet carrying immense power: "The choice is in your hands. Will you continue fighting for a place on the deck of the sunken ship until you all drown? Or will you put aside your prejudices, even if only temporarily, to survive... for your people, your descendants, and for any chance of life?"

The vanguard of the void has arrived.

Based on this timeline, there aren't many years left.

Then the light converged.

Kana's figure reappeared on the throne.

Seeing this, everyone knew that there was no need to continue the discussion; the Night's Watch wanted an answer.

Clearly, whether or not one agrees is no longer a question of whether or not one can obtain the qualification for resurrection.

The real question is whether they will be targeted or eliminated.

On the high throne, the silent Kana finally made a move.

His gaze fell upon you with a tangible force, not with intimidation, but with a compassionate understanding that pierced your soul.

A gentle yet undeniable voice resounded deep within everyone's hearts, like a final verdict:

"The Void is the only enemy."

"Internal strife is the best sacrifice for the end times."

"Choose."

A long, deathly silence enveloped the council chamber.

The elven prince pursed his lips, while the human nobles exchanged pale glances.

Grom, the werewolf, heaved with chest pain; Mura, the lion-man, had eyes as deep as an abyss; and Vera, the fox-man, tapped her fingers unconsciously on the table, calculating the invisible scales.

More and more representatives began exchanging glances and even started talking in detail.

The Night's Watch did not stop them, and Karna withdrew all his imposing presence.

The Night Watchman was not offering a temptation, but rather a weighty choice about survival.

Cana's final words, like the cold tolling of a bell, struck every soul that tried to escape.

The ticking of the Doomsday Clock seemed to be clearly audible in the Silent Stone Hall.

how to choose?

(End of this chapter)