A different world game? A different world game!

The morning light is slightly dew.

The eastern part of the city surrounding the tower.

A large area on the outskirts of the city.

This is a very important area.

Because this is the training camp for new recruits.

Before the first warm, magical rays of sunlight had fully penetrated the narrow iron window, Adam had already quietly opened his eyes.

A sharp glint flashed in his scarlet eyes in the dimly lit dormitory, before he regained his usual composure.

His precise biological clock allows him to wake up naturally five minutes before the assembly whistle sounds outside.

Looking around, this is a standard four-person recruit dormitory.

Narrow, simple, and practical.

Four single beds with metal frames, four storage cabinets embedded in the wall, a shared metal table and a few chairs, and no other furnishings.

On the cold, gray-iron walls were posted the Night's Watch's basic regulations and a map of the recruit training camp.

On the notice board next to them were many information sheets that they had put up themselves.

Some use standard manuals, some spell models, and some are simply funny illustrations.

The empty fourth bed silently awaits the arrival of new partners in the training camp.

Adam sat up silently and began tidying up the house with fluid movements.

Folding the blankets and washing up.

He tapped the magic circle on the porcelain basin, and a slight surge of magic flowed in, causing cool water to bubble up.

The splash of water on my face chased away the last trace of sleepiness.

His movements were meticulous, with a rhythm unique to soldiers.

This is a habit developed during training.

A whistle, not harsh but strangely penetrating, sounded outside.

"Ugh... Damn whistle, couldn't it have been ten minutes later...?"

From one of the beds came Tokkehanhu's complaints. He peeked out with messy hair and sleepy eyes.

His prized sailor's hat hung on a hook above his bed.

On the opposite bed, Ainz Ooal Gown abruptly threw off his old cloak—the cloak he claimed to wear as a “companion of the abyss”—his crimson eyes straining to project an air of disdain, trying to dispel his drowsiness.

"Hmph! The whispers of chaos are calling, how can the newly born vampires succumb to the shallow slumber of mortal life! My dark will has already awakened... yawn..."

However, an uncontrollable yawn instantly ruined his "dark" declaration.

Here he finally got used to sleeping in a bed instead of the coffin he had made himself.

It's not that he doesn't want to.

But under the invisible hand of the instructor, he also became obedient.

The instructors do not object to the Night Watchmen expressing their individuality, but it must be reasonable and moderate.

Adam looked at the two of them and his lips curled up almost imperceptibly: "If you're awake, hurry up. Tokk, did you check your bowstring after practicing yesterday? Ainz, the 'Lord of the Abyss' doesn't look very dignified when he yawns."

He seems to be in a pretty good mood today, even having the inclination to crack a little joke.

As Tokko hurriedly put on his grey-green recruit uniform, he muttered, "Checked it, checked it, I cherish it the most! By the way, Adam, what's the schedule today? Is it those annoying demon dissections again for academic class?"

After six months of training, they have all successfully taken up their posts. Tokkok, with his keen eyesight and calm sniping talent, became a ranger.

His talent even surpasses that of ordinary elves.

Moreover, she is a traveler from the forest—a leaf spirit.

Flying Squirrel finally sat up, trying to smooth his messy hair and regain his composure.

"Ignorance! That knowledge concerns our fate on the battlefield! The types of demons, the habits of abyss lords, the signs of void corruption... which of these is not closely related to the ultimate showdown with the forces of darkness?"

In other words, it's about the Night's Watch's targets, habits, weaknesses, and other information about them.

Adam nodded, quickly buttoned the last button of his uniform, and picked up the magic-sealed schedule card from the table.

"The morning session is 'Theory and Practice of Chaotic Power,' focusing on the characteristics of abyssal demon creatures and their resistance to chaotic contamination. The instructor is said to be an experienced practitioner."

"This afternoon is professional coordinated combat training, group sparring. Tokk, Flying Squirrel, we have no problem with the basic training of level three, but coordination is the key."

"A practical expert?!"

Toke's eyes lit up instantly, and the lingering drowsiness from waking up early vanished.

"Great! Looking at pictures of those ugly guys in books isn't enough. I really want to hear what the veterans on the front lines have to say. I wonder if they'll talk about the fighting styles of those high-ranking demons today?"

Even if we can't face it right now, there's nothing wrong with learning about it and having some fun.

Momonga raised his chin: "Hmph! The knowledge of the Abyss is already in our hearts..." However, his gleaming eyes also betrayed his anticipation.

Adam knew that although Momonga always talked nonsense, he was surprisingly knowledgeable about all sorts of obscure facts about the demons of the abyss.

He can even sometimes fill in details that are not in the textbook, making people wonder if he has really "communicated with spirits" in some strange place.

They are all vampires with blood curses, and through blood, they also possess different talents.

Talent varies greatly, and some talents are even completely meaningless.

The three quickly got ready, and when the assembly whistle sounded sharply outside, they had already pushed open the heavy iron door of the dormitory and joined the flow of people heading towards the canteen and the recruit square.

The training camp covers a vast area with a wide field of vision.

Training grounds, simulated battlefields, shooting ranges, spell practice areas, and bunker complexes, separated by tall metal fences, extend towards the edge of the city.

Then there are some building complexes, which are all kinds of classrooms, some of which are also experimental units.

The air was filled with the distinctive smells of steel, sweat, and alchemical materials.

In the distance, the towering black tower of the Trial Tower is clearly visible even in the morning mist, serving as the eternal backdrop to the training camp.

Just as I crossed an intersection, I heard a clear voice calling out, "Adam! Tokeke! Good morning!"

With her short, silver-white hair, Pokanasa ran over like a light butterfly. Although she was still the height of a ten-year-old child, her well-fitting reserve uniform and armbands made her look less childish and more dashing like a new recruit.

Eva followed beside her, her bright green eyes sparkling, her leopard ears gleaming, and her black tail swaying gently behind her.

The two of them lived in adjacent dormitory buildings with several other female recruits.

“Good morning, Pocanasa, Eva,” Adam replied gently.

Tokko rubbed his eyes and chuckled. The flying squirrel crossed its arms, looking grumpy.

"Oh dear, my esteemed Lord Momonga, how could I have forgotten about you?"

"Please forgive me for treating you like air."

Flying Squirrel was used to the little girl's teasing and just snorted.

However, this can be considered a unique way for the two to greet each other.

"I heard that today's cultural class is being taught by soldiers who have returned from the front lines?" Eva asked with great interest, her leopard ears unconsciously perking up, clearly also looking forward to it.

She has grown into a highly skilled ranger, especially adept at short-range rapid attacks and stealth.

This perfectly showcases her physical gifts.

"Yes, the news has spread."

Adam nodded and walked side by side with the girls on the stone path leading to the teaching building.

On both sides of the road were other new recruits undergoing morning training, with commands and orderly footsteps rising and falling.

A small group of three passing by were also excitedly discussing something.

"Hey, did you hear? Today's lesson is taught by a veteran on rotation who just came back from 'Blood Pit Fortress'!"

"Really? Did they participate in that big battle not long ago? Even Kana participated in that battle?"

"Definitely! It's a big shot coming back from the front lines on rotation! It's way more exciting than a live simulator demonstration!"

"I hope you can share more real-world case studies. I've heard that the demons there are completely different in terms of their oppressive presence compared to the ones depicted in books..."

This is the recruit training camp.

They were also Night Watchmen, so naturally they could learn about the outside world through the channel.

Information from the Abyss is not a secret to the Night's Watch; they can exchange it with each other.

If even information about the Abyss is not allowed to be revealed in the channel, then the Night Watchers stationed in the Abyss will lose a channel to vent their emotions.

This also allows the other Night Watchmen to prepare.

Another recruit chimed in, "My brother has a friend who works in the logistics department. He said that those soldiers who came back from the abyss could be smelled of sulfur and blood even from ten meters away! Their eyes were especially frightening..."

Listening to the buzzing discussions around him and feeling the excitement and awe in the air, even the usually composed Adam felt his heart beat faster.

Warriors who have faced the abyss have experience that is far more valuable than any textbook.

The lecture hall in the teaching building was packed, the atmosphere more solemn than usual, yet filled with an indescribable excitement.

When a man with a cold face and a fresh scar on his left eye, which looks like it was caused by some kind of claw.

The noise instantly subsided when the human warrior, who exuded a faint smell of sulfur and blood, strode onto the stage.

The blood and fire emblem on his epaulets clearly indicated his origins—Blood Pit Fortress.

The faint scent on his body indicated that he had spent a long time in the abyss and had only recently been rotated out.

He didn't exchange many pleasantries; his cold, grey-blue eyes swept across the room, and his voice was hoarse yet powerful.

"Today, I won't talk about history or dry conceptual models. What I'm showing you is the most authentic scum and the most fatal mistakes on the battlefield of the abyss!"

Before he finished speaking, the huge magical crystal screen behind him lit up, no longer displaying gentle and harmless illustrations, but rather real, blurred fragments of battlefield footage.

A horde of writhing, twisting demons; a berserker wielding a burning chain mace; a cunning Quassaman lurking in the shadows…

The images, accompanied by piercing screams, demonic roars, and the booming of spells, assaulted the recruits' senses.

"...Look here! This unassuming cowardly demon, you thought it only stole things from the edges?"

The instructor pointed to an ugly little demon with a hunched back on the screen, "During the melee in the rear, a cowardly demon's self-destruction released concentrated toxins that plunged the entire squad into a state of chaos. This put the squad at a disadvantage in the subsequent battle, resulting in the loss of more than half of its members. The remaining members were almost unable to participate in the battle."

A small squad of Night's Watchmen was thus lost on the front lines, and their average level was as high as eight.

Any thought that belittles them is writing your own epitaph in blood!

A collective gasp filled the classroom.

Because they actually looked down on these little devils, since they were the weakest.

When the scene switched to a large demon covered in writhing tumors that constantly emitted an eerie green mist, even the instructor giving the explanation looked more serious.

“This is a special Venom Messenger…” A deep voice with a peculiar rhythm suddenly rang out, not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every recruit in the front row.

Everyone, including the instructors on the platform, looked toward the source of the sound—it was a flying squirrel.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the screen, his expression more serious than ever before, even carrying a hint of... disgust?
That wasn't an exaggerated performance, but rather an almost instinctive repulsion.

“What they’re spewing isn’t just simple poisonous mist,” the flying squirrel said calmly, completely devoid of its usual theatrical tone.

"It is a highly condensed, apocalyptic plague blessed by the abyss. Any contact with flesh will result in an irreversible curse of decay, and the soul will be dragged into a slow and eternal swamp of torment."

"Physical protection is almost ineffective; only pure high temperature or the burning of the radiance of order can briefly curb its spread... On the battlefield, they do not play the role of vanguard, but rather... the sowers of corruption and despair."

A hint of surprise flashed across the instructor's normally stern face.

He looked at the young vampire recruit wearing a somewhat worn cloak and slowly nodded: "...Kid, you're right. Very detailed."

He didn't seem surprised by the flying squirrel's performance, nor did the other recruits around him; they were used to it.

He then turned to all the new recruits, “This is exactly what I wanted to emphasize! The contamination from these disgusting things is ten times more threatening than their claws!”
"Don't try to tough it out. If you see them before the purification units arrive, prioritize getting away from them and reporting it! Any contamination must be isolated and purified at all costs!"

After receiving the instructor's affirmation, Flying Squirrel slightly raised his chin, and that familiar "disdainful" expression seemed to want to return. However, seeing the calm gaze from Adam, he simply snorted and sat up straight again.

Tokek stared wide-eyed at him and whispered, "Hey, you're having an off day, aren't you?"

A deeper meaning appeared in Adam's eyes.

That flying squirrel has indeed been hiding quite a few things.

He knew that sometimes Ainz would gather information about the Abyss from all over the place and meticulously organize and record it in his dormitory, studying it carefully.

Sometimes he can even get first-hand information because Ainz Ooal Gown often monitors the channel, and it is said that he and some of the Night Watchers formed a special channel to talk about these things.

When did it start?
It seems to have been from the very beginning.

Adam suddenly remembered that Flying Squirrel had never said why he had come to the orphanage.

I never mentioned it when I was a child.

It seems that I already know the answer.

The course continued, and this time, all the recruits were fully focused.

However, lessons are always short. (End of Chapter)