A different world game? A different world game!

The deafening cheers were like a torrent of lava bursting its banks.

The cheers did not stop.

The cheers continued.

"leader!"

Long live the leader!

On and around the city walls, the wounded yet spirited watchmen roared with their last breath, gazing at the pure white figure descending from the sky, their eyes burning with almost fanatical reverence and trust.

This title is imbued with their shared bloody battles and unconditional devotion.

In a rational state, Kana would be happy to see this situation.

However, with his emotions returning, Cana felt somewhat helpless seeing this situation. This is why, after ascending to godhood, he began to deliberately disappear from the sight of most of the Night's Watch.

Maintaining secrecy keeps them mysterious and makes believers even more devout.

But the reverse is also true: those who merely respect rather than believe will not develop faith, let alone piety, when kept too far away from mystery.

If Cana were to appear before these Night's Watchmen too often, and given that he is indeed a god, many of the Night's Watchmen would develop faith in him.

Because they truly knew that Karna was a god, and Karna became a god.

God was with them; God was so humble, so peaceful, so gentle.

Add to that the difference at the level of the soul.

Faith will inevitably arise.

Not to mention, like now, a divine war is being waged in front of the Night's Watch.

Faith is even more irresistible.

They might even be rapidly elevated and become fanatical and resolute because of what Cana did in the history of the Night's Watch.

"Your Excellency! Thank you for your protection!"

"The will of the abyss has yielded before your divine might!"

The Avengers—warriors from a shattered world, burdened with blood feuds—call Khana in reverence for the gods.

Their voices trembled with excitement, and many people unconsciously lowered their heads.

That was the piety and gratitude that arose spontaneously after witnessing the true divine power dispel despair.

Kana also sensed the faith emanating from some of these people.

How scary.

Cana thought to himself.

Well, perhaps it's because he became a god too quickly, or perhaps it's because after transmigrating, he always focused on resisting the void apocalypse.

His mindset hasn't changed much to some extent, which prevents him from quickly embracing the identity of a deity.

Of course, he has no intention of changing this.

Kana's figure landed lightly in front of the giant teleportation portal in the central square of the fortress, which was still humming slightly.

All eyes were on him; no one made a fuss, no one argued, and no one whispered.

The data halo behind his head had disappeared, and the flowing silver light and scarlet patterns had been concealed beneath his divine robes, restoring his more human demeanor.

The previously cold, data-driven gaze was replaced by a gentle, approving look.

He surveyed the faces around him, stained with blood, weary yet gleaming with excitement, his voice calm yet clear, penetrating the crowd:

"Your perseverance has laid the foundation for what we have today."

Kana's gaze swept over the city's defenders, who were on high alert, and over the old soldiers who were leaning against the battlements, panting but still gripping their weapons tightly. Finally, it landed on the warriors who were covered in blood, some even with missing limbs, but whose eyes remained defiant.

Even if these people are not Night Watchmen.

"The Blood Pit Fortress can stand firm against the raging waves of the abyss, and the Iron Flower Fortress can remain unscathed under the gaze of the gods, all because of the courage and indomitable spirit flowing within its walls."

As he spoke, his body slowly floated up again, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

The gaze of the gods fell upon each and every one of them, making it clear to them.

This is a kind of equal distribution of benefits.

“You,” his voice rose, carrying an undeniable praise, “with your flesh and blood as shields and your will as spears, you have protected the light of order in this chaotic purgatory. Your bravery deserves to be remembered and celebrated!”

As he spoke, amidst the excited faces of everyone present.

Kana took action.

**Blessing Begins: All Wounds Healed.**
As he finished speaking, Kana slowly raised his arms, not in the previous weapon configuration, but outstretched them into the void as if opening his arms.

A pure, warm, and vibrant divine power of order gently spread from him like an invisible tide.

Tiny specks of stardust, shimmering with a pale silver glow, gathered out of thin air like spring rain and sprinkled across every corner of the fortress.

They disregarded the heavy armor and filthy scabs, merging lightly into the bodies of every Night's Watchman and Avenger.

"Ugh..."

A grey orc avenger, who was grimacing as a medic treated a corrosive wound on his abdomen, suddenly widened his eyes.

The deep, bone-revealing wound, constantly oozing foul black liquid, visibly stopped worsening. The murky energy at the edges was dispelled, and tender new flesh grew and healed at an incredible speed. The excruciating pain receded like a tide, leaving only a slight itch as the wound healed.

He touched his abdomen, which had healed to the point of having only a shallow scar, incredulously, and let out a deep, relieved sigh.

"My wound... doesn't hurt anymore?"

A human night watchman with three broken ribs, leaning against the city wall, was pleasantly surprised to find that the suffocating pain in his chest had disappeared.

That's how the Night's Watch are; exaggerated injuries don't impair their mobility, but they do cause pain. And pain, when one's willpower is weak, can indeed affect their actions.

He moved his body carefully, and was able to move freely.

"The curse... the corrupting curse of the abyss has been purified!"

An elven spellcaster, his body wrapped in exorcism bandages, excitedly ripped them off, revealing that the skin on his arms, which had been charred and oozing pus from the curse, had now returned to a healthy wheat color.

This kind of injury would normally last a long time and would torment him for a long period of time before it could heal on its own.

A chain reaction, like a miracle, unfolded within the fortress.

Whether it's the slightest cut, the deepest spiritual defilement, or a hidden ailment eroded by the power of the abyss, all are quickly disintegrated, healed, and purified under the vast, orderly starlight of Kana.

The momentary fatigue and pain vanished, and the soldiers were surprised to find their limbs moving freely and powerfully again, their pale cheeks regaining color.

The air in the fortress seemed to have been cleansed and refreshed, filled with the ease of surviving a catastrophe and the joy of regaining health.

Kana smiled.

He certainly doesn't have any healing rules, but who says you have to use similar rules to achieve a healing effect?
He is a god, and his body is imbued with all sorts of miscellaneous power of rules.

Not to mention that he also has the title of savior, Blood Silver Savior. Although Blood Silver represents his power, his power is separate.

The divine power of order removes the curse and pollution of chaos, while the power of blood accelerates the body's recovery.

The combination of the two can achieve the same therapeutic effect. And now he must continue.

This time, however, it truly reflects his adherence to rules.

**Rebirth: Rebuilding a Broken Body**
Kana's blessing did not stop there.

His gaze finally fell on the soldiers who had lost their arms, legs, or even eyes in the previous battles.

Their mutilation is particularly striking; it is a badge of honor for the heavy price they paid to protect the fortress.

Cana looked at one of the burly Avengers, whose left arm was missing and whose empty sleeve was covered with scabs of blood—it was the same "Scarface" who had previously lamented that the demon's ashes were like smoke.

When Kana's gaze fell on him, Scarface subconsciously straightened his chest, but a trace of undisguised loneliness flashed in his eyes.

"The body of a hero should not be marred by the glory he protects."

Kana's voice carried a hint of pity, but even more so, a promise as firm as a mountain.

He pointed his finger at the scarred man and the other amputees, making a point in the air.

A strange light gathered at the scarred man's severed arm.

It was not the natural growth of bones and flesh, but a highly condensed, silvery-white substance, somewhere between liquid and solid, that appeared out of thin air like living water.

All the spectators had witnessed this power.

These substances rapidly constructed an incredibly precise structure—a metallic skeletal framework, liquid energy streams mimicking muscle bundles, and a high-strength bio-alloy armor layer covering it… All components assembled and took shape at an illogical speed.

In the blink of an eye, a brand new left arm was completed.

Its overall appearance is a cold and noble silver-white luster, which contrasts sharply with the scarred man's rough brown skin, yet they are strangely harmonious.

The arms have smooth, powerful lines, and tiny blood-red energy lines at the joints pulsate like real blood vessels, exuding a surging sense of power.

The fingers are long and strong, with dark red armor at the tips, serving as both protection and a weapon.

What is most amazing is its hand at the end, which is not only perfectly proportioned, but also has such exquisite details in the construction of the knuckles and the palm lines that it is indistinguishable from the real thing, yet it shimmers with the precise cold light unique to alchemical creations.

The entire arm exudes power and a futuristic beauty, appearing even stronger and more extraordinary than Scarface's original, heavily scarred arm that had endured countless battles.

"……this?!"

Scarface was completely stunned.

He was almost trembling as he carefully controlled the silver-red arm that felt "natural" to him, as if he were born with it, yet was incredibly powerful.

Raise your wrist, bend your fingers, and clench your fist.

The power flowed smoothly, and every touch was clearly fed back to his nerves, making his movements more flexible than he could have imagined.

A sense of power, far purer and more stable than muscle, surges from the newborn limbs.

A possibility I never even considered.

"Praise be to you! Great Master!"

Scarface could no longer contain his excitement, tears welling up in his eyes. He suddenly knelt down on one knee and slammed his newly grown arm heavily onto the ground with a dull thud. The sound of the impact, which was not made of ordinary iron, was full of power.

"From this day forward, my flesh and soul, that of 'Scarface' Gorman, are dedicated to fighting for you and for order!"

That shimmering, silver-red arm became the most dazzling and loyal testament to his vow.

Similar scenes played out throughout the fortress.

The warrior who lost his lower leg stepped onto a silver-red prosthetic leg that could unleash even greater power.

The sentinel who lost his eyes had his eye sockets filled with ingenious divine magic, granting him an even clearer and wider field of vision...

Every new limb is born with a thunderous roar, a heart-wrenching expression of gratitude, and a soul-stirring act of worship.

Those avengers who had already burned everything in the bloody battles of the abyss, living only to die, now had a different kind of light shining in their eyes—like a bright lighthouse found in the abyss of despair, an endless reverence for the benefactor and a near-faith of devotion.

These avengers, who are always ready to die together with their enemies, desperately need a source of emotional support in such circumstances.

Faith can easily arise under such circumstances.

Kana's actions undoubtedly won them their faith.

Their broken bodies were rebuilt, and they were given power beyond the ordinary. This miracle, created by the gods themselves, rekindled a different kind of fire in their dead hearts.

The gods are high above.

There is a huge difference between gods and mortal beings.

Everyone who fought on the battlefield knew this clearly.

Although the warriors on the battlefield fought alongside the gods.

But the gods do not focus too much attention on them.

Mortals can't help the gods.

And the gods will not waste their attention too much.

Kana withdrew his arm, and the holy light that enveloped the fortress slowly dissipated.

Looking down at the soldiers below, bursting with even stronger vitality due to their health and new limbs, and feeling the intense gratitude permeating the air and the newly born threads of pure faith pointing towards him, he nodded slightly.

He had already considered this, but he wouldn't let a minor setback deter him from further action.

Moreover, he is now able to view others' beliefs about him with a very peaceful attitude.

Because this is an objective fact.

He just hasn't been able to fully accept it psychologically yet.

Raise your right hand and gently wave it in the air.

"This victory is our shared glory. It proves that the abyss is not insurmountable. And you are the foundation that shakes the abyss!"

Cana's voice was no longer booming, but it carried a heavy weight, bringing this breathtaking gift to a close.

His figure faded away from the spot, and that was how he left the stage.

But his behavior today.

This left the Avengers at Blood Pit Fortress utterly shocked.

"Hehe, 'Foundation Stones,' who wants to clean up the battlefield later? I haven't had my fill of killing yet!"

Greyfang, carrying his short spear wreathed in wind and thunder, broke the solemn atmosphere with a grin, revealing his signature set of gleaming giant teeth.

Leilia glanced at Graytooth, shook her head silently, but couldn't help but smile slightly.

Annabelle appeared silently behind him, her voice cool as she interjected, "Clean up the battlefield with care, Greyfang. Avoid being affected by the remaining divine power."

Karina watched as a young Avenger excitedly tried to smash a piece of the city wall with his newly grown silver-red arm, and quickly shouted in a muffled voice.

"Watch out! That arm may be strong, but city walls are expensive too..."

A burst of good-natured laughter echoed from within the fortress; the relief of surviving a catastrophe and the ecstasy of receiving a blessing flowed in their meeting eyes. (End of Chapter)