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Tower of Trials.

The colossal, pure black wall that pierced the sky cast a suffocating sense of oppression over the southwest corner of the southern part of the city surrounding the tower.

This spot is less than 100 meters from the base of the tower, where the magnificent ten-kilometer diameter of the tower is on full display.

Looking up, all you see is absolute blackness that swallows up light. The material is neither gold nor stone, and the surface is not smooth as a mirror, but covered with fine lines that are almost imperceptible.

It resembled the skin of some living creature, or a frozen night sky that swallowed the stars.

It didn't look like this when it was originally built. After the wish was made, even the materials used to build the city seemed to have changed.

Because it uses a whole wish stone, and because of the wish made by Kana, this Tower of Trials has, in a sense, become a part of the world, a part of the earth.

It stands silently, forming a towering wall on the edge of the city that separates reality from another dimension.

Right at the foot of this massive black wall, this area of ​​the southern city is the most unconventional, vibrant, or rather, chaotic corner of the entire city surrounding the tower.

The space here is utilized to the fullest extent, even extending upwards.

Dozens of floating buildings of varying sizes and shapes crowded together in the sky on the edge of the city, like a flock of strange birds nesting beside a black cliff.

They are not the elegant and grand buildings like those orderly and magnificent temples or command centers, but rather are full of experimental ruggedness and wildness.

Simply put, most of these buildings are full of personality, showcasing the wild character of certain groups.

Among them, the most eye-catching and far larger than its peers is a colossal structure directly attached to the tower wall—the Night's Watch's vast knowledge hub, the "Great Library."

This building is also the headquarters of the "Great Library" and uses the same name.

If you look closely at the shape of this floating tower, you'll find that it looks a lot like an ironwork structure.

Indeed, the construction of the ironwork structure was actually modeled after the base concept of this floating tower.

The massive ring-shaped support platform is composed of dozens of enormous obsidian crystal blades that shimmer with golden light.

Above the platform stands a pure white tower, resembling a mountain, its surface covered by a honeycomb-shaped protective force field. This is the core that stores countless confidential files, battlefield reports, ancient knowledge, and spell models of the Night's Watch.

Its enormous shadow, like a contemplative behemoth, loomed over the more chaotic area below.

Below and around the Grand Library, above a special "convex" alchemy platform extending from the main body of the city, floats the "Alchemy Laboratory" and its numerous subordinate experimental units.

This area is a dual vortex of vision and energy, a chaotic symphony of vision.

The twisted spiral tower tilted as if drunk, the inverted cone-shaped experimental chamber spewed out unknown smoke, and the steampunk-style mechanical fortress with exposed gears wrestled with the bio-dome covered with fluorescent vines.

There were even groups of liquid bubbles floating in the air, made of solidified magical light, moving slowly like living, floating jellyfish.

Various buildings are crammed together without any planning, forming a rebellious aerial shantytown.

The Night's Watch's penchant for building wonders has led some to develop a passion for architecture, even to the point of studying it extensively.

These strange and unusual buildings were the work of these architects. Of course, while they were architects, some of them might also be heads of experimental departments or experimental personnel.

The magical concentration in this area was astonishingly high; the air was like a viscous alchemical solution, shimmering with an unstable, iridescent halo.

An ordinary person would experience difficulty breathing if placed in such an environment.

Frequent explosions are the daily background noise here, sometimes accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing or the dull thud of heavy objects hitting the ground.

But don't worry, even the noise won't travel outwards, because the entire area is enveloped in a barrier. Of course, this barrier doesn't protect the inside, but rather the outside; it's an inward-facing barrier.

Block out internal noise, block out internal harm, and maintain the concentration of internal magic.

"boom!"

A cloud of green smoke, shaped like a mushroom cloud and mixed with fragments of metal that had failed to be refined, billowed out from the side of a tower, attracting a crowd of onlookers and shouts from a nearby platform.

"Damn Alba! Another 'Automatic Mixer III' model ruined?! I've fed all my rare catalyst powder to your noise generator!"

A goblin engineer with a singed beard brandished a wrench and jumped up and down in a fit of rage.

"Bullshit! Your powder isn't pure enough, you probably mixed in mud from the Sevis Swamp, didn't you? Look at this magic wave feedback diagram!" On the tower shrouded in green smoke, the dwarf alchemist revealed his smoke-blackened face and retorted without any politeness, holding up a light panel that projected chaotic lines.

Besides the explosions, there were also some strange alchemical devices.

Unsophisticated alchemical units wander or fall here, buzzing and flying around, crashing into the smoking miniature reconnaissance eyeballs of the energy barrier.

Several spider-shaped cleaning puppets, taking their first steps but always targeting the trash can.

Occasionally, you can even see some bizarrely shaped, meaningless, half-finished "Chimera creations" that seem to be stitched together from multiple failed products, temporarily abandoned in a corner of some platform and ignored by everyone.

Passersby were used to it; after all, there were no city residents here, and those who came in were all night watchmen.

Most of them are members of the [Great Library] and the [Alchemy Laboratory].

Of course, there will also be visitors from external forces.

These visitors won't find the place chaotic; they'll only admire the madness and the intellectual atmosphere.

It's something that normal people can't understand.

However, the noise was not chaotic.

All the researchers working here, whether they are goblins, gnomes, humans, orcs or other rare races, have one thing in common.

Their combat skill levels may vary, but when it comes to their respective secondary professions—whether it's alchemy, potion-making, runecrafting, enchanting, or beast taming—they are absolutely at the pinnacle of the Night's Watch.

These masters, who would normally be influential in their respective fields, are gathered here for a common goal.

"The energy conversion rate cannot break through the 69.3% threshold! I said long ago that the path of simulating godhood is a dead end! The Chaos Forge is the way out!"

A burly rune theorist with orc tattoos covering his face was slapping a stone slab covered in magical runes on an open-air platform, spitting as he spoke.

"Dead end? Fool! You dare use Chaos on the 'Sanctuary' base layer? Can your furnace core withstand a data reversal storm? I bet your head's been sprayed by an Abyssal Fire Demon!"

Another runemaster, shrouded in an elaborate elven robe, immediately retorted, her fingers tracing clear and stable energy paths in the air as she spoke rapidly, like a machine gun.

An elderly human covered in bizarre detection instruments looked up from a pile of calculation drafts, his eyes burning with fervor as he interjected, "Listen! What we lack is the density of 'rule anchors'! Lord Kana provided the core rules, but the secondary rule network supporting it must be dense enough! I propose a third invocation of the large-scale spiritual vein matrix..."

Their arguments, explosions, the hum of machinery, and even the groans of failed attempts mingled together, creating a peculiar, creative chaos.

They were in a floating structure attached to a dark wall.

There are a lot of protective nets around it.

This is the department of the "Earthly Kingdom" project.

Right at the very center of this bustling research and development zone surrounding the "Earthly Divine Kingdom Project," right where the massive base blades of the Great Library intersect with the pure black walls of the Trial Tower, lies an extremely easy-to-overlook "gap." It is not a physical crack, but a spatial fold line.

When someone with a specific arcane key approaches, a faint, pale blue light membrane, like ripples on water, silently unfolds in the space.

Passing through it, one instantly falls from the hustle and bustle into an extreme, icy order—this is the mezzanine space that Kana personally cut out and hid, the core workshop of the Earth Kingdom project.

The workshop was more spacious than anyone could imagine, with a very high dome from which a pure white, lifeless light shone down evenly.

Noise is completely blocked out here.

Top scholars from various races now wear uniform gray-white research coats, a far cry from their unrestrained image in the outside laboratory.

Although their secondary professions are still at the top level, here, their only identity is "builders of the earthly divine kingdom".

The focal point is a huge holographic sand table in the center of the workshop, which constantly changes and generates incredibly complex models, energy flow networks, and geometric structures—that is the blueprint prototype of the "earthly divine kingdom".

It's constantly changing, and new ideas and data will be incorporated into it.

This thing cost a fragment of the Creation Stone.

It was still something that Kana designed the prototype for, and then personally wished to improve and add functions to.

There is no such thing.

The researchers around them, who had not yet reached the god level, or even the legendary level, were unable to comprehend the power of Kana's rules.

This is the only way they can understand and conduct experiments.

Understanding is not the same as mastering.

This thing can indeed accelerate the process of a level 10 powerhouse comprehending the rules to some extent.

However, it now has a more important mission.

Of course, it's not quiet here.

The debate hasn't disappeared here, but it's become more focused and ruthless.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A dwarven runemaster with gray hair and wearing specially made amplification glasses excitedly patted the edge of the sand table.

"The core stable state requires the faith anchor and the spiritual coordinate to fluctuate at the same frequency. Your 'adaptive energy string theory' cannot solve the synchronization problem."

“Data redundancy and conflicts will directly tear apart the entire ‘foundation’! Then we will have to spend a lot of time redesigning and rebuilding, and even we cannot afford such a huge loss.”

Standing before him was a moon elf math scholar with a deep blue complexion.

"Redundancy is a buffer! Conflict is a driving force!"

The math olympiad student spoke at a steady pace, but his eyes were sharp as knives.

"Your magical faith nodes are the ones that are uncontrollable! We lack the underlying logical framework to precisely control billions of spiritual entities. Instead of questioning the advanced design, we should solve the underlying framework first."

"Framework? The materialization of a framework requires a sufficient number of 'divine vessels'! Right now, the only ones that can stably support it are those [divine puppets] of Lord Kana, but their numbers are scarce. Even Lord Kana, being a god, cannot provide an infinite number, do you understand?!"

A hoarse voice came from a corner, belonging to an elderly alien who studied regular materials science. He was carefully holding a core sample that was enveloped in a force field and emitted a faint glow.

Arguments rose and fell, each term involving the mysteries of the world's underbelly, and each discrepancy in data potentially leading to catastrophic consequences.

In an inconspicuous corner of this core workshop, a scrapped first-generation ironwork structure lay discarded like a huge and exquisite pile of metal scrap.

Its iconic spherical core was dull and lifeless, some obsidian blades were broken, and disassembled parts and wires were scattered around it.

Clearly, this once-glorious creation has been completely replaced by a more advanced prototype, and the more advanced version that replaced it has long been abandoned.

After all, the ironwork structure was just an experimental creation, something used to verify whether the theory was feasible; in essence, it was just a small toy.

That's how it is for this laboratory.

The air in the workshop was cold, but the debate was heated.

The core contradiction that all discourses, formulas, and models point to is Karna's rule of authority.

To stably support, analyze, and apply data to the digital world in order to build the ultimate salvation plan called "Earthly Kingdom".

"Datafication...rules...divine realm...we stand on the edge of mortal incomprehensibility...but we must succeed..."

The workshop echoed with hushed whispers, mingled with heated debates, and finally coalesced into a silent torrent of determination, crashing against the boundaries of the world's laws.

In a corner of the workshop.

Popper, the person in charge of the entire project, watched all of this in silence.

Beside him was a man who had escaped the prying eyes of outsiders, someone whom no one but Pope could see or perceive—Karnah.

"I said, do you really have to do this? Why are you being so secretive? This is your territory."

Seeing Cana's state, Popper couldn't help but complain.

This doesn't look like a god at all! Sneaking around like this is so beneath him.

As they were talking, Popper leaned on Cana's shoulder.

Watching Popper's instinctive behavior, Cana couldn't help but remark, "Yes, God can make a little mouse perch on your shoulder."

"What?! You look down on me?!"

Popper let out a horrified cry, looking at Cana as if he were looking at a scumbag.

“When you were still an unknown little prince, the great Popper allied with you. We have walked so many roads together. Now that you have become a god, we can’t keep up with you. You’ve started to despise me, this poor little mouse, right?”
Even though this little mouse is now diligently working for your earthly divine kingdom plan, you…”

Listening to Popper's sudden long speech, Cana felt his head was spinning and quickly raised his hand to interrupt.

"Alright, alright, stop making yourself sound so pitiful. I saved you back then, didn't I? Otherwise, you'd be in a terrible state right now..."

As he spoke, Cana stared at Popper and curled the corners of his mouth, as if he was about to bring up old grievances.

Popper immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Just kidding. Tell me, what's the reason behind your sudden visit?"

Cana didn't seem to mind Popper's attempt to change the subject and nodded in agreement.

"That's right." (End of Chapter)