A different world game? A different world game!

As Bugret's dashing and powerful silver figure transformed into a streak of light that pierced the clouds and disappeared into the horizon.

The most terrifying threat on the sea has also been completely eliminated.

Although the remaining sea monsters are still fierce and violent, their threat level has been greatly reduced after losing their leader and the core target strengthened by chaos.

With the Night Watch's fierce firepower and relentless elimination efforts, the crisis of the sea monsters was quickly resolved.

The Night's Watch fleet displayed astonishing professionalism and efficiency.

"All clear! Repeat! All clear!"

"Prioritize rescue efforts! Medical team dispatched immediately!"

"Power crew to inspect hull damage! Damage control team to seal water intake!"

"Continue long-range surveillance! Main guns on standby!"

Clear and calm instructions were quickly issued.

No longer need for overwhelming firepower; small magic-powered rapid-fire cannons and precise bursts from the deck are enough to disperse or kill the remaining scattered sea monsters.

The massive brass paddlewheels began to powerfully churn the seawater again, pushing the last remnants and filth tangled at the bottom of the ship backward.

Small resource ships and exploration vessels have begun salvage operations in the area.

Ordinary sea beasts are one thing, but those powerful sea beasts whose strength has reached the legendary level cannot be simply allowed to fall into the sea; these are all treasures.

Meanwhile, another "battle" quickly unfolded on each ship.

Dressed in neat gray medical uniforms and wearing white armbands, the Night Watch medical team, like precise mechanical parts, began their highly efficient operation.

There weren't such teams before, and back then the Night's Watch didn't really need highly specialized medical teams.

But such teams have been established since the rat plague.

As wars increase, the Night's Watch will be more vulnerable to injury, naturally requiring specialized medical teams to provide data-driven treatment.

Those who had served as field medics on the battlefield joined this group.

This group also belongs to the [Guardians of Light] and is one of the legion's logistics units.

Other departments do not need this kind of field medic.

The Night Watchers appear in small teams, each with its own medical personnel, making them more professional and possessing standard combat capabilities.

The Soul Guardian is even less necessary.

These field medics don't carry complex and heavy equipment, but rather uniform, high-quality-looking square medical first-aid kits, divided into multiple functional areas, allowing them to quickly rush to various combat hotspots.

Because of Cana's philosophy, many of the Night's Watch's groups and organizations follow a formalized and large-scale structure.

"The wounded must gather in one place! The seriously wounded must be given priority!" The shouts were calm and efficient.

They skillfully examined the wounds, tore open the waterproof packaging, took out the brightly colored and clear medical supplies, and poured the whole or half bottle into the mouths of the wounded without hesitation.

"Drink it! It can stop the bleeding and speed up healing."

"Bear with it, the disinfectant spray is a bit irritating!"

A human mercenary whose arm had been ripped open by the sharp teeth of a sea monster, the wound so deep that the bone was visible.

Less than two minutes after administering the ruby-red "highly effective treatment," the blood flow from the wound was visibly slowed and constricted, and the muscle fibers were slightly twitching.

This is what happens when data and reality are integrated.

When you see a soldier with a deep, bone-exposing wound on one arm, yet still able to swing powerfully, you know that this is a warrior digitized.

But the pain won't go away.

The pain was quickly replaced by the cool and soothing sensation brought on by the medicine, and he opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

A dwarf whose leg armor had been corroded by acid sprayed a blue "detoxifying and neutralizing spray" with it. The hissing, foul-smelling black smoke quickly dissipated, leaving behind a cool and protected new skin.

The collision between data and reality can lead to interesting situations.

While it's unlikely that a single healing potion will cure everything in the game, there will be instances where a few potions can quickly resolve most injuries and illnesses.

The medical staff quickly cleaned the wound, then applied a gel with a refreshing minty and herbal scent—a wound-regenerating ointment to accelerate healing—before covering it with clean, breathable special gauze for bandaging.

In short, in gaming terms, it means speeding up health bar recovery and reducing the pain you feel.

It can also remove some debuffs.

These movements were practiced and swift, with an almost assembly-line-like calmness.

However, these potions, which they regarded as ordinary and used casually, caused a great uproar among many adventurers on the deck who were receiving treatment, especially those who were not from the younger generation.

As the tension of the battle subsided, the adventurers, bandaged or having taken medicine and waiting for it to take effect, leaned against the relatively clean edges of the deck or beside the stacks of cargo, catching their breath.

After the initial exhaustion and relief at surviving the ordeal, the conversation naturally turned to the miraculous rescue process.

Although they were adventurers from the Adventurers' House, they actually had relatively little interaction with the Night Watchmen.

It can be said that this naval battle and the addition of this expedition team allowed them to truly interact with and understand the legendary Night's Watch.

A middle-aged human warrior, dressed in decent chainmail and with a fresh scar on his cheek, carefully touched his tightly wrapped arm and couldn't help but sigh.

"The Night Watch's medicine... is really strong! It's ten times stronger than that little bottle of 'Golden Wound Medicine' that I bought from the Free City for ten gold coins last time! I've only drunk half a bottle, and I can already feel warmth in my bones."

A forest elf ranger next to him, his abdomen bandaged, nodded, his emerald eyes filled with a complex expression.

"What ignorant humans. Did you see that blue medicine sprayed on corroded wounds?"
"Twenty years ago, during a mission against a fallen tree spirit, I was entangled by acid vines. My wound festered for almost a week, and I only managed to save my leg by using half a drop of 'Moonwell Essence' treasured by the elders... As for the Night Watch's stuff, it looks... very ordinary, just spraying it casually?"

The arrival of the Night's Watch changed so much.

"Twenty years ago? I was still playing in the mud..." the mercenary muttered.

“It’s more than just spraying!” A burly gray dwarf, whose dislocated wrist had just been reset, rubbed his shoulder and interjected in a gruff voice, but his face showed a satisfied and contented expression.

"I almost got buried in a mine a few years ago and broke my leg. After I was carried out, the priest in the team trembled for a long time before he applied some expensive 'earth healing ointment' to me."

"That stuff is incredibly sticky, and it works incredibly slowly. As for the price... hey! It's enough for me to risk my life in the mine for three years."

"Unlike now, look at the medics' boxes of muscle-regenerating ointment, they just scoop out whole jars and apply it like it's free."

A craftsman passing by overheard this and glanced at the dwarf, his eyes filled with pity.

It's very simple. Before the Night's Watch, there was no such thing as "Earth Healing Ointment." This stuff was a medicine concocted by a dwarven apothecary among the Grey Mountain dwarves after he became a medicine maker.

Because of its special effects, it is extremely effective for the physical constitution of dwarves.

Therefore, it is extremely popular among dwarf groups.

Perhaps due to poor communication, someone would definitely take the extremely cheap medicine sold by the Night Watchmen and sell it at a high price in distant, poorly circulated areas.

This was a very common situation in previous years.

This situation only eased slightly after the Adventurers' Home and Night Watchers were quickly deployed to various regions.

At this moment, a young human mage dressed in an elegant dark blue mage robe with a silver family crest embroidered on the cuffs sighed, his tone carrying a faint sense of loss at the impact of the times.

"Ladies and gentlemen, did you know that in my grandfather's notes, the small vial of 'healing potion' that the Night's Watchman just casually used was once known as 'the gift of life'? During the Arcane Wars two hundred years ago, it was auctioned off for a staggering ten pounds of mithril?"

"And what the Night's Watch casually poured into your mouths... if converted to the prices of the time, would have been enough to buy a decent manor in the capital!"

His words caused everyone around him, including several plainly dressed warriors who were ordinary farmers, to gasp in shock.

They were all peasants before.

What right do they have to use this precious treasure? They wouldn't even deserve to be sold off as slaves.

A human heavy shield bearder with a white beard and a weathered face, who had once been an old fisherman, couldn't help but whisper.

“It’s not just medicine, lads.”

He pointed with his rough fingers to the logistics watchmen who were distributing clean bandages and new spare clothes.

"Look at the material used for this bandage. It's so fine and breathable, even better than the best linen I bought for my wife back in the day. And these clothes too."

He tugged at his grey spare coat, which the Night's Watch had just given him and which had a serial number printed on it.

"Thick and durable, the style is a bit lacking, but it's really comfortable to wear. This thing would probably cost several silver coins at the market outside, but they... just hand it out!"

He then pointed to the logistics personnel who were wiping down and distributing weapons damaged in the recent battle.

"And look at those knives! Although they are all standard-issue and not flashy, the quality... In our town's blacksmith shop, a knife like these would cost at least an ounce of gold."

"Here with the Night's Watch..."

"Too common!"

A hooded halfling merchant suddenly emerged from the corner. He had been listening in the background and now interrupted, speaking with the shrewdness and a hint of helplessness typical of merchants.

He's a businessman, and the unethical things the Night Watchmen do are commonplace in the business world.

No businessman is immune to contempt.

"It's more than just commonplace! Ever since the 'Adventurers' Home' was established and the Night Watch's logistics factories opened, the price of basic supplies... how should I put it?"

He exaggeratedly spread his arms wide and then slammed them shut, "Thud! It fell as fast as a stone falling into water. Ordinary iron weapons and armor?"
"There's been no profit for a long time!"

"Only enchanting and special materials can earn you a little money through hard work, while potions are even more profitable."

"Now even the bandages that my mercenary group always keeps on hand are wholesaled directly from the 'Savior's' apothecary shop run by the Night Watch. They're plentiful and cheap, you'll cry if you don't!"

Why does the Mage Alliance hate the Night Watch so much?

It wasn't the Night's Watch that cut off their source of income.

Enchanted equipment, potions, scrolls, and other items strongly related to magic were once an important source of income for mages.

Now everything has been cut off, leaving the Night's Watch to have a monopoly.

As the saying goes, cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents.

If they weren't truly unable to provoke the Night's Watch, the Mage Council would have already wiped them out.

Now, the neutral faction and the Saviors have already infiltrated the Night's Watch through the channels that were established beforehand.

The remaining diehards are destined only for decay and destruction.

"Haha! The businessman is feeling sorry for you~" The people around him burst into laughter.

These people are happy when they see unscrupulous merchants getting a headache.

There's nothing more satisfying than seeing a dishonest merchant lose money.

The halfling merchant shrugged: "I'm not heartbroken, there's always money to be made elsewhere. It's just that the world... has really changed."

He watched as the Night Watch logistics team distributed food and water, and even began setting up small purification devices in safe areas so that adventurers could have clean, warm water to drink.

“In the past, power was a plaything for nobles, potions were rare treasures, and a good sword or a set of armor would be passed down through generations.”

"Now? As long as you're willing, you can pass the basic test at the 'Adventurer's Home,' accumulate enough points to exchange for a 'Craftsman's Blessing,' and spend a negligible amount of money to buy a set of equipment and potions..."

"As long as you're not afraid to die and dare to fight, ordinary people can stand here like us, discussing how to cleave through the mists of the ancient continent, build a manor, or even create a territory!"

His words were simple, yet they struck a chord with all the adventurers from humble backgrounds.

Although he was a shrewd businessman, he joined the expedition team and performed admirably in the recent battle, unlike a cowardly and timid fellow.

These were once the most ordinary farmers, craftsmen, apprentices, and fishermen on earth... It was the Night Watch that brought about an unprecedented wave of popularizing, democratizing, and standardizing power and resources.

This gave them the opportunity to change their destiny, board this steel behemoth, and pursue their dreams, whether grand or simple.

The noisy sea breeze still carried the salty smell and lingering gunpowder odor, but on the deck of this giant ship that cut through the waves and sailed into the unknown.

A deeper, warm current, concerning the changing times and their own destinies, flowed quietly among the adventurers who had survived the ordeal, after experiencing life-or-death battles and witnessing firsthand the astonishing changes brought about by the Night's Watch.

Their exhausted bodies recovered quickly under the nourishment of the highly effective medicine, and their gazes toward those busy gray figures held an indescribable complexity.

It was gratitude, it was awe, it was a genuine understanding of this new era that had been completely transformed, yet offered unprecedented opportunities.

Who are these people at the bottom of society most grateful to?
Without a doubt, the Night's Watch have always enjoyed a strong reputation in their class.

The Church of Holy Light once held this prestige.

The Church of Holy Light and the Night Watch are now almost completely integrated forces.

These two factors had already silently bound together the power of the lower classes many years ago.

It bound the vast majority of people. (End of Chapter)