A different world game? A different world game!

early morning.

A genius is about to emerge.

The dawn pierced the last wisp of mist over the harbor, but instead of dispelling the darkness, it illuminated the transformed harbor.

This is not the continent of Leviathan.

A ship specially designed to transport new recruits slowly docked. On the deck, Adam exhaled softly, his breath mingling with the salty smell of the sea breeze and a faint, indescribable scent of lingering energy that seemed to emanate from afar.

Standing beside him were Tokkok, Flying Squirrel, Pokanasa, and Eva, familiar members of their squad.

They were not currently in the training camp in the City of the Ring Tower.

Of course, this does not mean that they have successfully graduated. It is just that they came here because of the current situation and the good opportunity.

After all, the vanguard of the void arrived on the world earlier than expected, causing some casualties.

Although they are trainees, they are all talented and their levels are not bad.

Simply put, while it's not particularly formidable against void creatures, it's perfectly capable of dealing with some weaker ones.

Children like them are raised by the Night's Watch from a young age. As long as they have the ability, they can become Night's Watch children. From the very beginning, the goal of their training is to reach the level of "Soulkeeper".

Adam and the others were children who had undergone layers of secret selection to reach this point.

Their talent, their character, and their will destined them to become members of the [Soul Guardians].

Faced with such beings, it is natural to make them face even more challenges.

That's why they came here with the transport ships.

Of course, it wasn't just their small team; many other teams from the recruit training camps also came here.

"Look over there!"

Toke pointed to the distant horizon where a faint purple halo shone through, his voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement.

"Is that it? It looks way more exciting than the 'safe zone' simulated in the training crystal!"

The flying squirrel pushed up the frame of its alchemical glasses, designed for close reading, and said in an impassioned voice, "The dark energy here is surging abnormally. Ah, I can already smell the stench of evil."

"However, Tokk, my evil accomplice, is prone to making low-level mistakes when he gets too excited. The Void Vanguard, such evil beings, have arrived ahead of schedule. They are not those demons."

“Ancient books record that they are more…regulated and more troublesome than the demons of the abyss.” His tone was as strange as ever, as if he were performing an opera, and his words were full of incomprehensible descriptions.

However, this was just part of Adam and his companions' daily routine; they were able to clearly translate the other person's strange words into something they could understand.

Pokanasa frowned slightly as she looked at the bustling scene at the port.

What was unloaded was no longer spices and silk, but crates of alchemical ammunition shimmering with runes, heavy holy crystals, and folded "folded defense wall" components.

Many civilian merchant ships were temporarily requisitioned, and their decks were crowded with silent soldiers and volunteer militiamen dressed in various styles but with equally resolute expressions.

“The teacher is right, they came too fast. Even the ordinary city guards have to step in… I really hope we can help soon.” Her voice was soft yet firm, carrying the protective will unique to Blood Healers.

Although they were in boot camp, they were still Night Watch members and could use the [channel].

They couldn't join any internal channels yet, but the external channels alone had already given them a lot of information about the current situation.

The arrival of the Void Vanguard has mobilized every member of the Night's Watch, and there is a wealth of related information.

They naturally already knew this.

"Can I help?"

Eva, wiping her beloved weapon, sneered upon hearing this, her eyes sharpening, her feline pupils turning into vertical slits, giving her a menacing look.

"This isn't helping, it's fighting! How many of the Night's Watch's relatives and friends have these... Void beings... killed? From evil gods to the Abyss, and now to the Void... haven't they destroyed enough worlds?"
"Our teacher brought us to this safe zone for 'internship' so that we could see for ourselves what those monsters really look like! And then, we can use our strength to truly join the ranks of the protectors!" Her words were burning with grief for the dead and deep hatred for the invaders.

Although her homeland and her hatred have little to do with the void in essence.

But to the Night's Watch, they are all the same: whether it be an evil god, the abyss, or the void, they are all equal enemies.

The void is its greatest enemy.

Adam's gaze swept across the entire harbor.

Sadness and resilience spread like a tide through the harbor.

He saw a group of dwarven miners struggling to push a heavy cart piled high with rough but sturdy shields and anvils, hastily made by the city's blacksmiths.

Several strong minotaur guards were silently bandaging some wounded soldiers, their movements slightly clumsy but extremely careful.

It's really too much to have a minotaur bandage you up.

But judging from the purple glow on the soldiers' wounds, it was impossible to have ordinary humans bandage them; that would only cause more people to be stimulated and affected by the void.

Besides.

You can even catch a glimpse of some halfling merchants, no longer hawking trinkets, but helping to carry food and water.

Everyone in sight was acting hastily, and their actions all seemed to serve the purpose of the war.

This place is no longer the bustling, noisy trading port where all sorts of people are just trying to make a living; it is a temporary war fortress, full of tragic determination yet operating efficiently.

The orderly coming and going of the Night's Watch's ships, bearing the emblem of the torch, were a crucial element in maintaining this lifeline.

Various supplies still need to be delivered quickly, and some commercial activities still need to be carried out.

Especially after the cracks not far away had been blocked.

"gather!"

The instructor's familiar and loud voice pierced through the noise of the harbor.

The new recruits, dressed in uniform leather armor, quickly assembled into a square formation.

Adam noticed the students around him—some, like Tokko, couldn't contain their excitement; some, like Eva, were seriously recording everything; and a few, their faces slightly pale, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons, but without exception, their eyes were all looking towards the purple sky.

They knew why they had come.

The desire to become a true force for protecting the world is written, whether overtly or covertly, on the young faces of everyone.

They may have different personalities and different ideas, but their actions are consistent and their goals are consistent.

Without such thoughts and abilities, they wouldn't be standing here.

Seeing the expressions on the recruits' faces, the instructor nodded with great satisfaction.

That's fine.

Every one of them here is a carefully selected child, destined to become a pillar of the Night's Watch. However, to become that pillar, battle is inevitable.

Memory, temperament, and will all need to be honed.

In addition, the busy port staff would occasionally turn their gazes over.

They could see, of course, that these recruits were all members of the Night's Watch.

In the past, these gazes might have expressed different emotions, but now most of them convey the same emotion.

That is admiration, and also respect.

The actions and support of the Night's Watch over the past few days have deeply impressed them.

For most people, the things the Night Watchmen do are just legends from afar, stories told by bards in taverns.

Many people are praising the so-called Night's Watch.

Similarly, many people affected by the Night's Watch despise them.

Regardless, the group that originally existed only in the story has become a reality.

And they are fighting just like in the legends.

They are neither lords nor vicious soldiers, but warriors who protect the world.

"Get on your mounts!"

The instructor shouted loudly.

The new recruits immediately sprang into action.

They boarded a specially designed chocobo, its saddle fitted with lightweight yet sturdy woodland armor.

"Follow me, let's go!"

At the instructor's command, the flock of birds sped away along the cleared, wide path.

The scenes on both sides of the road rushed past: dilapidated but cleared and reinforced houses, hastily erected temporary shelters, and veteran reinforcements quickly passing by...

Clearly, the void creatures that had emerged from the rift had had some impact on the port city.

However, the purple light can no longer be seen in the city. This indicates that the void creatures have long been driven out.

A group of recruits riding chocobos charged along the road.

However, they did not travel for long.

Soon, the magnificent defensive line came into view—it was not an ancient city wall, but a steel structure exuding a "fresh" feel.

Within days, a rudimentary fortress, built around the Folded Defense Wall module and with emergency technical support from the Alchemy Lab, rose from the ground.

Its core is that majestic metal wall, ten or twenty meters high, shimmering with the faint light of runes.

The massive wall firmly confines evil entities like the void within, so that even if a rift were to open here, it would have no effect on the surrounding area, let alone on the world.

Beyond the wall lies the area where the rift is located. The sky there is shrouded in an extremely ominous, viscous, almost tangible purple light, with almost no clouds visible. Purple electric snakes silently throb and flicker within it, casting an eerie halo over everything.

An invisible pressure spread out, and the air seemed to freeze.

“Hiss…” Pokanasa subconsciously gasped. Even though she had experienced the aura of the void in the simulation environment, the cold and deathly silence and the sense of oppression on the soul level brought by this real polluted field were still a completely new shock.

Adam's blood energy also fluctuated slightly, a natural rejection of foreign energy.

The recruit camp was located in a relatively flat depression behind the massive defensive fortification wall.

Upon arriving at the camp gate, the instructor reined in the chocobo and signaled everyone to dismount.

He walked to the front of the line and looked around at the young yet complex faces.

"Kids, this is the front line! A 'relatively stable' front line!" The instructor's voice boomed, drowning out the low growls, energy bursts, and the roar of clashing weapons that kept coming from the other side of the wall throughout the camp.

"Look closely! Behind those high walls are those monstrous things that crawled out of fragments of other worlds! They're gnawing at our world!"

He pointed to the massive folding defensive wall: "Because this is an important node, with unobstructed waterways and quick access to resources, we've kept it under control, preventing it from spiraling out of control like the Iron Ridge Mountains or the Free City's sewers!"

His gaze swept over Adam's team, and then over the other students: "Your task is simple: feel! See with your eyes, hear with your ears, use your magic and weapons—oh, of course, no actual contact is allowed."

"Go and experience the real 'Void Threat'! Those 'teaching' degraded creatures you slaughtered in the safe zone are completely different from fighting for your lives on a real battlefield! Remember your duty—observe, learn, and adapt to this pressure!"
"Staying alive is the top priority, that's an order! But remember why you're standing here—not here to visit, but to prepare to become true Night's Watchmen, to become part of the world's bulwark!"

The instructor took a deep breath, his voice slowing down but becoming even more profound.

"Fear is normal, and it's instinctive to feel pain when you see your comrades fall. But I hope that this fear will turn into caution, and this pain will become strength!"

"You are the seeds, the backbone of the future resistance against the apocalypse! Lord Kana bought us time, and now it is all our turn to shoulder this burden step by step!"

He gave a final, sharp wave of his hand: "Now, follow me into the camp! Stay alert! Remember my words!"

The instructor turned and led the team through the camp gate.

Adam followed in the group, his gaze first drawn to the camp’s coexistence of chaos and order—a huge alchemical furnace was spewing steam to purify something, and beams of light from the Holy Light Purification Tower occasionally swept across the camp’s sky to dispel the chill.

Exhausted soldiers rested in a corner wrapped in blankets, people came and went in front of the medical tent, and the air was filled with the smells of sweat, metal, herbs, and a lingering scent of cold energy.

However, what he heard most clearly came from the other side of the huge wall high above his head.

The ceaseless, teeth-grinding sound of metal cutting, the increasingly intense and dense explosions, the countless sharp and eerie cries and roars superimposed together... it was the endless sound waves of battle between life and death on the dividing line, like an endless millstone in the abyss.

Adam involuntarily stopped and looked up.

His gaze pierced through the silhouettes of busy supports and pipes above the camp, and he saw the top of the towering defensive wall.

Behind the ramparts, amidst the flickering runic light, countless figures, battling fiercely, were moving rapidly, casting spells, and wielding weapons.

The Holy Light spell flashed intermittently, scorching the enemies whose forms were indistinct.

The magical projectile streaked briefly across the viscous purple night sky like a meteor before exploding in front of the wall, scattering a trail of illusory limbs and energy fragments.

The sound of powerful bows and crossbows piercing the air was clearly audible.

The shouts of the watchmen, the roars of the commanders, the groans of the wounded, the clang of clashing weapons...

All the sounds, mingled with the chilling howls of the void creatures, formed a brutal yet resolute war symphony that poured down from the heavens, crashing heavily into the hearts of every new recruit who had just stepped into this place.

The real battlefield was thus laid bare before Adam and his companions.

The endless sounds of battle behind those high walls became their first impression upon stepping onto the front lines. (End of Chapter)