A different world game? A different world game!

The horn for boarding sounded, breaking the hustle and bustle of the harbor.

Today is a very important day.

Besides rows of enormous alchemy ships that looked like they were made from the same mold, there was also a super-giant ocean-going vessel that was clearly different from the other ships in the harbor.

This ship only recently docked here.

It is said to be the last ship of this first expedition, and also the most important one.

Compared to the already enormous alchemical ship, it was a whole size larger, with more metal structures on its body, and the magical power emanating from the ship could be felt even from a distance of more than ten meters.

And this enormous alchemical flagship.

Its hull still retains the base color of dark brown hardwood, but the proportion of metal is obviously far greater than that of its kind.

The massive iron-gray armor plates, like thick dragon scales, covered the key parts of the ship above the waterline and the towering bridge.

The bow is no longer the standard, hard wedge shape, but has been cast into a giant metal wolf head statue with its mouth wide open facing the ocean, as if it is roaring silently, its cold teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

The armored gun turrets extending from both sides of the hull are larger and more robust, with a closed design that only reveals the menacing black holes of the gun muzzles.

The ship also has more giant brass propellers on both sides of the hull, which are now arranged quietly, but one can imagine what a terrifying vortex they would create when they turn.

The mainmast was also taller and thicker, and the banner fluttering at the top, besides featuring the Night's Watch's silver star swords, was also embroidered with a border of flowing gold flames.

Layer upon layer of cabin structures are stacked on a solid keel, and each porthole is as deep as an observation hole in a steel fortress, letting out a faint light of internal operations.

The overall structure is more rugged, the lines are thicker, and the whole body exudes a silent pressure, as if it is not floating on the sea, but firmly standing on the sea.

Although the surrounding ships were enormous, they appeared somewhat docile next to this flagship.

This flagship needs no flag to explain itself; it is simply superior to its peers.

Its steel body, covered with rough cast steel ribs and large exhaust pipes, declares its position in the fleet in the most direct way—it is the core of this expeditionary fleet.

"That's outrageous! Why do the Night's Watch always like to build such big and exaggerated things? Why do they have such a strange fetish?"

In the distance of the harbor, a nobleman standing on the windowsill of a tower, observing the harbor with binoculars, couldn't help but ask a question.

The old mage beside him had a slight gleam in his eyes, which allowed him to clearly see every detail of the port.

"This is what the Night's Watch wants to show the world."

The old monk said this.

Everything about the Night's Watch, especially important things, gives off a sense of grandeur and power.

An exaggerated Tower of Trials.

Even now, everyone who sees the Tower of Trials cannot help but be awestruck and submit.

And there are all sorts of other wonders, too many to count. In any case, the Night's Watch has become avid wonder enthusiasts in the eyes of various factions.

Even shipbuilding has to be done in such a huge, incomprehensible way.

Why is it so big? Aren't you guys very good at spatial construction?

They give off an impression of being wealthy and powerful, able to do whatever they want.

Many nobles and races, known for their elegant and ancient traditions, secretly cursed the Night's Watch as nouveau riche.

The Night's Watch viewed this view positively, seeing it as a kind of envy stemming from wanting something one cannot have.

"Why do you say that?" the nobleman asked.

The old monk glanced at him.

He said, "Because their goal is to save the world, their enemies are never those inside, but those world-destroying monsters outside the world."

They firmly believed they were on the right path, and this unwavering confidence manifested in everything they did.

Like the Tower of Trials, how many people, witnessing such divine miracles, immediately submitted to the Night's Watch?

These words left the nobleman speechless.

That was pretty much his state when he first saw the Tower of Trials.

Because that thing was so big that it was unimaginable how it could have been made by human power.

On the port.

The massive magical gangway was lowered with a roar, resting steadily beside the huge, open hatches of those silent, mountain-like alchemical behemoths.

"Line up! Board the ship according to your number! Those who are not involved, please step back!"

The Night Watch warriors, dressed in neat gray uniforms and wearing armbands, maintained order with loud voices and expressionless faces.

The adventurers' party began to converge like streams into a great river, surging towards the steel-like entrance of the ship.

They were about to board the ship.

We've been preparing for this for so long.

It's time for the expedition to begin, and now is the final preparation before it starts—everyone on the expedition must board the ships and get going.

They will be the first of the expedition.

Amidst the crowds, interactions and sounds became even more mixed.

Two heavily armored human warriors carrying large shields carefully avoided an elven ranger who was elegantly adjusting her longbow string. One of the warriors muttered, "Walk carefully, lady in the tree, don't step on my foot."

Those around couldn't help but roll their eyes at the sight.

Elves and humans were jostling each other, what a strange sight! Why am I seeing this?

Am I dreaming?
The elf glanced at him coldly, flicked his wrist nimbly, and the bowstring made a crisp "hum," startling the warrior so much that he shrank back, earning him laughter from his companions.

"Fool! Elves have pointed ears!" His companion smacked him. "Never mind those long ears, let's go! Dwarf, it's your turn!"

They urged on a young dwarf in front of them who was touching the thick wooden planks of the ship's side and marveling at them.

The dwarf slapped the hard hull of the ship hard, making a "bang, bang" sound, and exclaimed, "This wood! It's even harder than mithril alloy! What kind of treasure tree did these Night's Watch guys dig up?" He didn't notice the person behind him urging him on until he was pushed and he started grumbling as he moved forward.

Among the young orcs was Hogg, the boar-tusked one, who curiously stomped his foot on the steel deck, which was as flat as a plaza.

"Hey! This is sturdy enough! Unlike the old boats back home, which rock so badly in the waves they could throw your breakfast back to the sea god!" a young werewolf exclaimed excitedly.

Hogg, carrying his battle axe, scoffed, "That's because your balance is as bad as a newly hatched chick!"

He saw a small, halfling named Kirk ahead of him, nimbly weaving through the crowd, his eyes darting around as if trying to squeeze through a gap to the front.

Hogg snorted, "Get out of the way, you little dwarf!"

Kirk wasn't intimidated at all. Instead, he looked up with a grin and said, "Hey big guy, you're blocking my way. There's plenty of space on the ship, don't rush. Want to see the treasure I brought? It'll be a hot commodity when we get to the New World."

Hogg rolled his eyes and strode past him.

Do you really think I, Hog, am stupid? I, Hog, may look rugged, but I'm incredibly smart. I can't believe it.

In the boarding corridor, adventurers from different countries, speaking different dialects and accents, huddled together.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, leather, food, and a strange sense of excitement.

The topic shifted from initial aspirations to more trivial conversations.

"What's your license plate number? I'm in the 'Claws' section, three decks below deck!"

"I'm in the 'Canopy' section! The name sounds like it's near the top, the view must be amazing!"

"Hey! That's my fellow countryman! Hey! Jerry! Over here!"

"Watch out! Someone's pointing a spear at my back!"

"See what those Night's Watch guys are wearing? What kind of leather armor is that? Why doesn't it reflect any metal at all?"

"Who cares! As long as it's hard!"

"Hey! You with the scales! Tuck your tail in, it's hitting my leg!"

Although the order was somewhat chaotic and noisy, the crowd continued to move and surge towards their respective areas under the sharp eyes and clear commands of the Night Watch warriors.

No one would dare to offend the Night's Watch.

The adventurers who have been staying at the port during this time are well aware of this. These night watchmen are no joke when they get into a fight.

These Night Watchers know perfectly well how, in a data-driven context, they can make these adventurers suffer the most pain with the least amount of health.

They thoroughly taught these chaotic and disorderly adventurers what the rules of the Night's Watch were.

Some people with special equipment, who looked like scholars or officials, were scattered among the crowd and along the gangway.

Holding unassuming round metal plates or small crystal balls, they silently recorded everything—the noisy voices, expectant faces, and waving arms were all imprinted by invisible magical power.

They were neither adventurers nor night watchmen, but joined the expedition under the guise of scholars, recorders, or research teams.

The Night's Watch did not object to this.

It was never said that only adventurers could join.

As the last adventurer of the first group stepped into the cabin, the heavy, magically constructed gangway slowly retracted with a tremendous mechanical sound.

The hatch, like the closed mouth of a giant beast, sealed all the noise and anticipation within the massive and sturdy hull.

On the riverbank, the scenes of farewell were equally rich.

The woman waved goodbye with tears in her eyes, desperately searching for the blurry figure that had disappeared behind the cabin window; the dwarf family gathered together, shouting encouragement and vulgar jokes at the young man who was about to embark on a long journey.

A group of men dressed as merchants gathered together, still quietly calculating potential profits or lamenting the loss of customers.

In a corner, there were also some people dressed in different clothes and with calm expressions, silently observing the giant ship leaving the port. They were eyes from different countries and different forces, silently recording the Night's Watch's first large-scale expedition.

On the enormous flagship.

The supreme commander of this expedition, the captain of the flagship fleet, the dwarven sage—Lurek.

He is standing here.

He was surrounded by members of the Night's Watch and many dwarves, who excitedly gazed at the vast sea ahead.

And in a place unseen, that was their former home.

"Raise the sails and set sail!"

Woo——!
The deep, resonant whistle of the ship pierced the sea breeze, announcing the official start of the expedition.

One, two, three... dozens of identical gray-black alchemical giant ships pierced the azure sea with their bows, and huge brass paddlewheels began to turn slowly and powerfully, stirring up snow-white waves.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people on the shore, this massive fleet of steel jungles gradually left the bustling "Sea Breeze Harbor," forming a majestic procession as it sailed towards the distant horizon—that unknown continent shrouded in mist and legend, silent for millennia.

And in a corner of the port.

Inside the "Adventurer's Home" office, magical images are being rapidly organized and frozen.

Several skilled craftsmen quickly used printing slates to transcribe these precious moments—the adventurous faces tinged with excitement and confusion, the touching scenes of bidding farewell to loved ones, and the majestic sight of the Night Watch's steel behemoth sailing away from the dock—accompanied by concise text.

The "Pioneer Newspaper," freshly printed and exuding the scent of ink, is being printed at breakneck speed and will soon be sent to every corner of the continent via magic circles or airship messengers.

"Tell me, how exactly is Kana's head structured?"

On the port.

Among those watching the ship depart was Pope, who had come all the way there.

Besides her, Blake, Apis, and others also came here.

After all, this was a big deal, so of course they had to come here to see him off.

No matter how busy you are, you have to make time.

Hearing Popper's words, Alyris glanced at him.

"Because Your Highness is intelligent."

"Because Your Highness is so clever!"

Popper cheekily mimicked Alyris's words.

Then I saw Alyris's cold eyes.

He immediately stood at attention and bowed respectfully.

"sorry."

Clever mice can bend and stretch.

Alyris reached out and slapped her hard.

Popper was unconvinced and prepared to continue his sarcastic remarks.

"Tell me, all these years and you still haven't given Kana a little demigod. What are you two so lovey-dovey about all day long?"

Hearing Popper's outrageous words, Alyris's eyes widened.

Blake and Apis, standing nearby, silently looked up at the sky, their ears perked up.

"what are you talking about!"

"Oh dear, we're all family here, what are you pretending for? We're an old married couple, why are you being shy about these things?"

Popper waved his hand dismissively.

Because of her profession, Abis knew more about the gods and leaned closer, whispering, "Yes, why? Now that Kana is a god, you can no longer have offspring."

"Because His Highness said that I have a high probability of becoming a god, and that I can give birth to a god's child directly after I become a god."

"Oh, so it was premeditated."

The three women, from different races, were having a lively conversation.

Blake, standing next to him, was trying his best to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

Don't you treat me like a human being?
As the topic became increasingly outrageous, he couldn't help but cough.

All three women turned their attention to him.

Feeling the pressure of his gaze, Blake changed the subject.

"Can newspapers really achieve the effect that Cana claims?"

Newspapers are a concept previously proposed by Cana, a medium for transmitting information.

Since arriving here, due to the emergence of the channel, he had never considered newspapers.

But with the Adventurers' House project, this idea resurfaced in his mind and was put on the agenda.

"Of course, this is a subtle and effective tool that allows ordinary people at the bottom of society to quickly acquire information and broaden their horizons through adventurers."

Moreover, this allows the Night's Watch to easily control world opinion, and with the power to control public opinion, the Night's Watch can make the world act in accordance with our goals.

Popper, who better understood the potential and power of newspapers, praised them highly.

Apis nodded in agreement, able to contemplate the changes brought about by the advent of newspapers.

"Moreover, each adventurer's home is equipped with a dedicated newspaper reader, who can gradually teach the common people at the bottom of society to read."

Only by liberating these civilians will we have enough manpower and enough adventurers to become the force resisting the Void during the subsequent cataclysmic event.

It can be said that the Adventurers' Home project was the most important project afterward.

“I’m looking forward to seeing what the first issue of the newspaper will do,” Alyris said with a smile.

"Hopefully those guys know what's good for them and don't have any bad intentions."

Blake seemed to have thought of something and said.

There are plenty of smart people; surely some of them will recognize the changes brought about by newspapers.

They would not allow the Night's Watch to so brazenly seize their rights.

These are minor matters now.

He's more than capable of handling these guys who haven't even grasped the situation yet. (End of Chapter)