A different world game? A different world game!

A month later.

Hope Harbour's hustle and bustle has been replaced by a grander, more breathtaking spectacle.

At dawn, before the morning mist had completely dissipated, three giant transport ships with extremely unique designs entered the deep-water anchorage outside the port.

They are far larger than the ordinary "Solid-class" ships, with narrower and longer hulls, and their hull structures are covered with thick, energy-shimmering reinforced keels and supports.

Most striking of all was the enormous object being towed by the three ships—a thing covered by a thick alchemical veil bearing the Night's Watch torch emblem, yet still unable to completely conceal its astonishingly massive size.

This product has attracted much attention since it went to sea.

All parties are closely observing what this thing is, because it is too huge and is being transported in pieces.

It should be noted that when the Night's Watch builds things, they generally adhere to the principle of building on the spot and starting from the ground.

With their abundant and inexpensive resources, large workforce, and various alchemical auxiliary equipment, they were able to achieve their goals.

Any wonder can rise from the ground in their hands, and they build it faster, more steadily, and with greater impact than other forces.

Therefore, this kind of transportation situation will not occur.

And this kind of transportation.

It could be a new weapon for the Night's Watch.

No one can deny that the magically powered weapons created by the Night's Watch are revolutionizing weaponry across the world.

Even the most foolish nobleman would know the changes the new weapons brought by the Night's Watch would bring to the wars of the entire world.

All countries are imitating, following up, or introducing it.

But the Night's Watch has been far ahead, and their lead is only getting bigger.

Fortunately, the Night's Watch are men who have sworn an oath to fight for the world.

As long as they don't suddenly decide to side with evil gods or the abyss, or do anything harmful to the world, the Night's Watch won't do anything to them.

The Night's Watch's subjective need is simply to preserve as much of the population as possible, especially the common people.

This is something that most forces agree on and are doing.

Whether you admit it or not, everyone knows that the world's will is currently based on the will of the Night's Watch.

But understanding doesn't mean not being afraid.

So if something this huge is a weapon...

It's best if it doesn't land on my head.

"What...what is that?"

A member of an adventurer team who was about to leave port to carry out a clearing mission in the safe zone stopped and exclaimed in surprise at the hazy shadow on the sea that was as big as a small mountain.

"Who knew! The dockworker engineer said yesterday that a large cargo was arriving, and they've been preparing for it for several days."

His dwarf companion muttered as he chewed on jerky, "Judging by the waterline of that ship, it looks like they dug out a mountain."

All eyes in the port were drawn to it.

Seamen, soldiers, laborers, merchants, and even sentries on the port walls all stopped what they were doing and held their breath, watching the movements in the deep-water anchorage.

This thing is so big and so eye-catching that you can't help but look at it.

The ship soon docked.

The program has started uninstalling.

noon.

On the large floating platform, with the precise coordination of the various magicians, the covering was carefully and segmented away.

When the enormous drape slid down like a stage curtain, the sound was not applause, but a symphony of gasps, whispered exclamations, and pure bewildered sighs.

What is revealed in the sunlight is a colossal structure that surpasses everyone's imagination.

It looks like a building, but it doesn't quite look like a building.

Its main body is a smooth, perfect, huge sphere forged from some kind of alloy that shimmers with a matte silver-white metallic luster.

The diameter of this sphere alone is probably close to 100 meters.

The other ships were loaded with stacks of various alchemical components, which were obscured by each other and were not clearly visible.

Soon someone took action.

These alchemical constructs floated up automatically, seemingly ready to be started and assembled at the port.

The magic was drawn in like a vortex.

The surrounding mages all felt a certain discomfort, but fortunately they could sense that there was no danger; it was just that the draining of their magic made them feel uncomfortable.

Moreover, what they extract is only the magic power in their surrounding environment.

In any case, something that makes such a commotion must be something big.

Everyone involuntarily stepped back and looked up.

The sphere floated up, and the alchemical constructs also floated and began to arrange themselves.

The constructs quickly and automatically assembled.

At the center is that huge sphere.

Surrounding the sphere are suspended appendages.

Yes, they are not fixedly connected, but rather float around the sphere by some invisible force field and faint light—twenty-four narrow, diamond-shaped leaves.

Each "leaf" looks like it was polished from obsidian crystal, with a faint blue energy halo flowing around its edges.

They rotate slowly around the central sphere at precise angles and distances, together forming a giant, suspended flower with a diameter of over 300 meters, so complex and precise it's breathtaking.

“My God…” An elderly elven druid put down the seed bag in his hand, his cloudy eyes filled with pure shock and amazement at how magnificent man-made creations could be.

"Is this...is this the work of a god?"

Previously, such words were merely a metaphor, an exclamation.

Now, his exclamation is very likely an inquiry into the facts.

Because the Night's Watch truly had a god.

"The Night's Watch has gone mad! Absolutely mad!"

Not far away, a nobleman representative from the Southern Trade Federation, dressed in fine clothes, was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a gold-trimmed silk handkerchief and complaining to his attendants.

His voice carried an undisguised complex emotion: "The money they spent on this iron lump is enough to buy my territory three times over!"

"What good is this damn thing? Just to make an iron flower bloom here? Their fanaticism for building wonders is... incomprehensible! It's... the aesthetic cancer of pragmatists!"

His words, though harsh, revealed the common confusion among some observers, especially those shrewd businessmen and aristocratic representatives accustomed to traditional aesthetics.

This also revealed their concerns.

Because the materials used to build these things are extremely precious, and you can't just acquire them quietly because you have great power.

You have to collect and acquire things eventually.

So many high-grade materials, even tons of them.

Where do the Night Watchmen come from?
If we're talking about the Night's Watch's foray into commerce, the only industry that hasn't been impacted is advanced materials.

Because the Night's Watch cannot conjure up high-grade materials out of thin air.

They can grow the most high-grade medicinal herbs. But various minerals and crystals cannot be grown.

You have to dig and collect.

But now, with the discerning eyes of these nobles, they could immediately tell how many high-grade materials were used in such a colossal object.

These nobles still work in this industry.

They didn't hear a word of it.

What is this concept?
This indicates that the Night's Watch has its own supply channels, completely closed off from their knowledge. The sheer size of these channels, evident from the architecture, is terrifyingly large.

But they could only mutter to themselves; they couldn't actually do anything about it.

The elves, the various kingdoms, and the major nations didn't say anything; what could these forces possibly do?

We should find a way to get on the Night's Watch's good side as soon as possible.

The Night Watch's engineering team paid no heed to such gossip.

Under the cover of a massive fleet and with the efforts of countless engineering mages, alchemists, and arcane stabilization teams, an operation as precise as assembling a giant clock began.

The massive floating platform worked together, using a more powerful anti-gravity magic field, to carefully separate the central sphere from the surrounding "petals"—the twenty-four suspended rhomboid leaves.

The separation process was not a physical cutting, but rather more like the release of some kind of magnetic constraint. Under control, the huge blades were gently pried apart as if by the invisible fingers of a giant, and began to separate and adjust their angles in sequence. Finally, they were rearranged, positioned, and connected above a huge platform that had been cleared out and reinforced with magic, as designated by the port.

The entire process took a full day and night.

As the last diamond-shaped leaf was guided onto the preset energy track and instantly emitted a stable and soft blue light, an invisible energy pulse, seemingly perceptible to the soul, swept across the entire harbor.

Om-!
A deep, resonant sound, like the resounding of giant horns, emanated from the core of the assembled "Giant Flower"—that enormous sphere.

Then, under the gaze of tens of thousands of onlookers, this dormant giant metal flower came to life!
Complex geometric light paths began to illuminate the surface of the central sphere, radiating outwards from the center, like a heart starting to pump blood.

The twenty-four diamond-shaped "petals" floating around them erupted simultaneously.

They were no longer floating decorations; the energy halos flowing along their edges suddenly brightened several times over, turning from pale blue to blazing white. The energy beams that formed the petals materialized and burst forth, not in an aggressive burst, but like roots piercing the earth.

These pure energy beams pierced the magically reinforced foundation platform, but instead of damaging the ground, they seemed to establish some kind of deep connection.

In an instant, the "giant flower" hovered steadily at its predetermined height of about 300 meters above the ground.

It no longer needs any external support; it is the source of stability itself.

The energy field it emits even causes small-scale air oscillations, forming a gentle air wave that spreads outwards.

But this is just the beginning.

At the top of the sphere, at the center where all the petals converge, a condensed golden beam of light, like liquid sunlight, slowly rises.

The beam of light was not dazzling, but it carried an indescribable sense of weight and penetrating power. Like a stabilizing force, it went straight upward, piercing the murky and chaotic sky of the Taliel continent.

Where the beam of light passed, the eerie, chaotic, magical color of the sky seemed to be purified and smoothed out, revealing a brief, clear blue.

The golden light did not dissipate after rising to a height of several thousand meters. Instead, it suddenly spread out at a certain critical point, opening up like an umbrella to form a semi-transparent dome.

Energy flowed slowly within the dome like mercury, with countless tiny runes flickering and disappearing within it.

The entire port was deathly silent, with only the faint sound of distant artillery fire from the front lines serving as background noise.

A few seconds later, a deafening roar of exclamations and clamor erupted.

The adventurers pointed excitedly to the sky, the Night Watch warriors watched as the magic enveloping their weapons seemed to have become more stable, and some of the arriving merchants and nobles were awestruck by the miraculous light.

This is pure visual spectacle and awe-inspiring power.

Inside the dockworks, an elderly workshop foreman with gray hair and thick alchemy glasses put down the precision wrench in his hand, looked at the stable, suspended megastructure and the golden dome it supported, and let out a long sigh of relief.

With the pride of a craftsman and a touch of fervor, he muttered to his apprentice beside him, "It's done! The stable magic beacon... it's stable. From now on, we're in charge of this place. This thing is much more useful than the floating tower!"

And those who are most concerned about this thing.

He was the leader of the expedition.

Lurek stood on the floating tower, looking up slightly at the giant iron flower floating in the sky.

"Is this the good stuff Popper was talking about?"

A month ago, Popper spoke to him over the channel, saying that the goods were being delivered.

He only received the exact information and necessary preparations a few days ago.

And now he watched as this enormous alchemical structure floated in the sky.

Based on his perception, he was able to sense what function this construct could play.

Firstly, the responsibilities of the floating tower beneath his feet were replaced by this giant flower.

It simplifies and stabilizes the surrounding magic, transforming chaotic magic into orderly magic.

And it's even more powerful.

The magic of order is targeted in this chaotic rebirth zone, which is why the various monsters on the outskirts want to gather and attack their frontier.

This is essentially chaos's targeting and hostility towards order.

Now, this giant flower will keep the magic of order stable in a region, and it will also release a kind of illusionary chaotic membrane to the outside world.

This would greatly reduce the hostility of the monsters and the extent of their attacks, allowing their expeditionary force to focus more on offense and expansion rather than endless defense.

From this perspective alone, this thing is indeed a truly good product.

Moreover, within its protective range, both the body and mind can be well restored, and various degrees of subtle enhancement will be carried out.

This subtle and gradual reinforcement is very helpful for their rest and recovery.

But if that's all there is to it...

Lurek felt it wasn't worth Popper mentioning it or making any preparations.

He knew what Popper was doing.

Kingdom of God on earth.

Listen to the name of this mission.

Is this a normal task?
This must be a mission related to Kana, so this giant flower must have other uses.

With that thought in mind, he turned on the channel.

We'd have to ask the person in question for the details.

But at this moment.

The space around him was torn apart.

Silver branches and vines coiled around the edge of the crack as if they were alive, quickly solidifying it into a stable portal that emitted a soft light.

Lurik's eyes widened as he stared at the familiar silver vines; he never expected to see them at this moment.

as predicted.

Kana came out from inside.

Looking at the shocked Lurek.

Kana smiled.

"Long time no see! Why do you look so shocked? Hahaha." (End of Chapter)