A different world game? A different world game!

Inside the town conference room.

Mayor Wendell listened quietly to Captain Gertaire's words, a complex expression appearing on his wrinkled face.

Gertai didn't stop talking; he continued.

"Don't always focus on the present, don't always focus on the past, otherwise you will only live a worse and worse life, and you will regress in life."

"We must look forward, compare ourselves to the present, compare ourselves to yesterday, and compare ourselves to last year."

"Civilization is always moving forward. Only by moving forward can it get better and better. If we stop moving forward or even regress, wouldn't that be a waste of the efforts of our ancestors?"

As a third-level soldier who had fought on the battlefield, he didn't understand any grand principles, but Gertai's words were like a stone thrown into a lake, stirring up ripples.

"Looking ahead... compared to yesterday..."

He muttered to himself, his rough fingers unconsciously stroking the rough wood grain of the tabletop.

Yes, the rabbit race always comforts themselves by reminiscing about the glory of their ancestors in the early days of the empire, or by comparing themselves to the more miserable period of slavery.

Compared to then, they are doing much better now, using this mindset to comfort themselves and escape the harshness of reality.

But they never dared to think about whether they could get an extra half piece of bread tomorrow, or whether the house could be sealed off more tightly.

The "better life" that Gerthai talked about was simply a pipe dream for turnip root.

Wendell's thoughts raced like a startled rabbit—he suddenly realized why the Night's Watch had been able to spread like wildfire for over a decade.

The organization to which this gray-robed man belonged was initially nothing more than a shadowy figure in wildly circulating rumors.

A prince of a fallen kingdom named Kana, who was said to have been unable to bear the curses and transformations his royal family and nobles inflicted on the common people, resolutely rebelled against his country.

Accompanied by his knight, the two of them traversed several cities, pursued by numerous enemies. At that time, the prince was extremely weak, but he still persevered and arrived at the home of an elder who shared his thoughts.

The elders, who were then fighting against evil, naturally did not believe the once notorious playboy prince.

They abandoned it at the rear and protected it as the only remaining bloodline.

In this way, the prince actually managed to develop in the rear. He had already seen through the entire war situation and managed to find a way to survive in the rear. Under those circumstances, he even made contact with the dwarf tribe in the mountains and even formed a deep friendship with them.

According to the rumors, the prince grew up very quickly at that time, and just for the greater good, he helped the dwarves eliminate a traitor, who was said to be one of the original apostles of the evil god.

The prince at that time was said to be very young and not very capable.

The dwarves said that Prince Kana at that time received the blessing of the Earth Mother Goddess.

They affectionately called Kana at that time "the Evil Breaker".

The failure of the elders meant that the backup plan prepared with foresight became the only way to survive.

It is said that Karna already had the reputation of being a prophet at that time.

Leading the refugees, they traveled downstream.

Then the Night's Watch was established, initially consisting of only a few people.

It is said that at that time, the Night's Watch had already clearly defined their goal of saving the world.

It's absurd to think about; it's like a myth.

But with Kana's ascension to godhood, perhaps this will truly become a myth.

At that time, he established a base in a desolate and dangerous wilderness with the remaining soldiers and the newly formed Night's Watch.

Those who hear this, unaware of what happens next, will only think it's a crazy story.

But the Night's Watch not only survived, but also, like thorns with wildly growing roots, penetrated the wasteland of the old order.

A series of images pieced together from rumors flashed through Wendell's cloudy eyes. He had never witnessed them, but they had left their mark on him during the casual conversations around the campfire every night.

Prince Kana witnessed the last royal family's frenzied ritual amidst the ruins of his former capital, yet he turned around and embraced that cursed land.

The Church of Holy Light initially scoffed at them, but when the evil god's minions tore the city apart, they had no choice but to stand shoulder to shoulder with these "traitors."

The most shocking event was the war against the Rat on the continent of Lebia that lasted for several years. When everyone thought that the land had become a grinding wheel of flesh, the Night's Watch, with their mortal bodies, relentlessly wiped them out inch by inch. There were even rumors that their victims could be resurrected and fight again. In the end, they forced the evil gods to fall, drove them out of this world, and let the dawn pierce through the gloom.

These are images pieced together from various stories.

Only the Night's Watch knows how much of it is true and how much is false.

However, given its widespread dissemination, there must be a considerable amount of information about it.

“A living legend…” Wendell’s throat went dry.

He had seen young members of his tribe stare wide-eyed at the silhouette of Kana on an Adventurers' Guild poster, and the young men talked about the Night Watchers as if they were describing a heavenly realm in the clouds.

No wonder!

Unlike the imperial nobles who levied blood taxes, they opened free night schools everywhere and took commoners as apprentices. Even the rabbit-dwelling, mud-legged tribe of Turnip Root sent elites like Gertai.

Wendell's hand trembled slightly as he touched the old scar on his arm—the Night's Watch hadn't given him empty promises, but a plot of land where turnips could grow, a well that never froze, and a group of trained youngsters who dared to glare at the wolf riders.

Even the arrogant warlords of the Empire dared not openly obstruct the Night's Watch's "meddling," for fear of provoking a mutiny among the orc warriors on the front lines.

Gertrude's voice pulled Wendell back from his surging thoughts.

"So, Mayor, building the wall isn't just about keeping out the wolves, it's about giving those brats a safe place to grow up; opening night school isn't just about teaching archery, it's about letting them know they're not just bait—every life can start a wildfire in the eyes of the Night's Watch."

His voice was soft and gentle, and his words were melodious and soothing.

Wendell suddenly straightened his hunched back.

His warrior instincts told him he sensed the storm was brewing—this wasn't charity, it was a knife being handed to him.

The Night's Watch must cut the chains binding the Orcish Empire.

The Night's Watch had long proven through their actions that they cared about ordinary peasants and every living life.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want us to do?"

The mayor finally made up his mind and asked in a deep voice.

The captain smiled.

He said in a slightly relaxed tone, "Don't be nervous. We won't ask you to do anything dangerous. For the Night's Watch, every life is precious."

The town mayor believes this, as his reputation built over the past decade has already laid a solid foundation.

"How many people in this small town have gone to school? How many can read and write? How many have real knowledge in their minds?"

Hearing the captain's words, the town mayor was a little puzzled, but he still honestly shook his head.

"We are orcs, and rabbits at that. We have to honestly farm the land to provide food and act as sentries and bait. What knowledge do we have to learn?" Not to mention their rabbit tribe, even other tribes don't have any formal education. It's all a combination of so-called family education and tribal education.

They train either soldiers or various technical personnel, and all training is based on experience.

It's good enough if they can recognize a few characters, let alone write them; it's simply asking too much of them.

"Yes, that's why we need knowledge, and everyone should have knowledge."

"Everyone should attend night school to learn some knowledge, understand the world, and read newspapers to learn about the latest world events."

And then become an adventurer, right? Becoming a Night Watchman is difficult, but becoming an adventurer is easy, and you don't necessarily have to do quests, right?

Become an adventurer and swear to protect the world, and you will receive a blessing like the Night's Watch, which will give you power and prevent you from becoming bait.

Later, when they try to pressure you again, you can resist because you are righteous and you are fighting for yourself.

You have knowledge, so you should be able to think about it carefully: Is it right for them to treat you this way? You've given so much, but you've received nothing in return. Is that right?

You deserve the treatment and status they deserve, not just their blood bags…

The captain spoke slowly, clearly expressing his words, which reached the town mayor's ears.

"But if we truly resist, wouldn't that be rebellion? Are you asking us to betray the empire?"

The town mayor was momentarily confused and asked in a daze.

They clearly couldn't bring themselves to betray the empire.

Unless the Night's Watch is willing to fully accept them.

The captain shook his head: "Rebellion? Of course not. You are angry. You have been treated extremely unfairly, haven't you?"
You are fighting for your own rights, not just for yourselves, but for all the weaker beastmen races, rabbits, sheep... They all suffer the same injustice as you.

“As long as you stand up, as long as you bravely say no, then those who have suffered injustice will also have courage. They will stand with you and fight for your rightful rights, so that those high and mighty nobles will know that you are not livestock to be slaughtered at will.”

Nobility exists whenever a nation-level power is formed; it's not just a human phenomenon.

The situation will be even more severe among orcs, because their race is inherently different, leading to greater division and conflict than that among humans.

Seeing that the mayor hadn't quite processed the information, the team leader patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't rush, think it over slowly, and the Night's Watch will help you."

The reason for choosing the rabbit tribe is naturally because the rabbit tribe has the largest population, and despite having such a large population, the rabbit tribe still occupies a dominant ecological position in the entire country.

Of course it's not normal.

What do the Night's Watchmen need?
Of course, it's people. We need enough people, enough people to upgrade and become a sufficient fighting force, in order to withstand the overwhelming void invasion.

Without sufficient and powerful troops, the end of the world is completely unstoppable, let alone what they want to do.

Now that the Night's Watch has an unlimited number of slots, it would be a waste to hesitate and shrink back.

The adventurer system is developing rapidly, and many ordinary people and weak races have become adventurers, and they are becoming stronger.

The current task is to make more ordinary people with a calm mindset aware of the current problems and the oppression they are suffering.

Shatter their centuries-old, ingrained beliefs.

Times have changed.

They could easily acquire power, easily gaining the same power as those nobles.

In this situation, there is no such thing as nobility.

At this point, it's unrealistic to expect to live off the achievements of one's ancestors and act arrogantly.

Once most people realize the problem, and once those who became adventurers and witnessed more powerful people return.

Knowledge and education will then spread as the Night's Watch establishes its strongholds.

Waiting for the Night's Watch's newspaper to gradually infuse the world with information.

They will naturally stop waiting.

However, this process requires a leader, and every race and every country needs one.

We should set an example for them, give them courage, and show them how to do things.

That's why he's here.

The recent radicalism was simply because the Night's Watch leadership felt it was time to begin taking action.

While the Night's Watch's reputation was strong in the early stages of the Void Invasion, and other factions had not yet reacted and needed to rely on the Night's Watch for defense.

This is the best time.

The invading void creatures can also become a source of experience points, especially now that the situation is under control.

The town mayor said goodbye and left.

The captain also returned to the Night's Watch tavern.

Local and surrounding adventurers gathered here, still chatting and boasting in the brightly lit tavern.

The adventurers here aren't just rabbits; there are other races as well.

After all, adventurers are free.

"Alright, let's get started. Get to work on all the plots of land we planned before, and call the construction team here quickly. I don't want to build houses slowly."

Schools and training grounds need to be set up quickly.

And those teachers who are preparing need to get there as soon as possible.

Although they could fill in temporarily, it would be a waste of their talents; they had much more to do.

"Has that old town mayor come to his senses?" a team member asked.

"He's not stupid, and it doesn't matter whether he understands or not, you know, this is the trend of the times."

Everyone longs for a better life.

The Night's Watch can indeed bring a good life to everyone. With a good life as a foundation, the warriors will have enough motivation to protect such a life and to take up their swords to face the overwhelming void.

Only a good life can warm the spirits of soldiers and make them more resilient.

Only a resilient spirit can preserve their will in the face of the overwhelming void creatures, giving them enough strength to bravely confront them.

Only what is beautiful is worth protecting, isn't it? (End of Chapter)