A different world game? A different world game!

"you do not say!"

Felczek stood on tiptoe, trying to be seen from behind the counter, and wiped the mud off his nose.

"Did the guys from the intelligence department get drunk on magic potion at the port? The vines in that godforsaken place bite! Martha's boots even had a piece of leather gnawed off!"

"We used up our ropes, climbing claws, and three days' worth of rations in just two days. And the supply points even raised their prices!!!"

His voice was high-pitched, tinged with resentment.

Martha patted Felchuck on the shoulder helplessly and gave Colm a tired smile.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Colm. The main problem is that the consumption of supplies has far exceeded expectations, especially the specially made anti-corrosion bandages and swamp disinfectant, which are extremely expensive and in limited quantities."

Colm quickly checked the vouchers while skillfully operating the screen, sighing without looking up.

"Sigh, Miss Lia, Felchuck, this is how it is now. The Void stuff on the front lines is too weird. It reduces durability as soon as you get it on you, and the wounds are 'contaminated.' If you can't clear it, your maximum health will drop. Special potions are consumed like water."

"Back home...sigh, it's a long story."

He lowered his voice and glanced around, "I heard rumors of the apocalypse are flying everywhere, causing widespread panic and making it difficult to even purchase raw materials. No wonder prices are rising. And there are more and more people..."

He didn't continue, but simply pressed the confirmation button heavily.

A burly man behind him, carrying a shield almost as tall as himself, couldn't help but interject when he heard the word "doomsday".

"Hey! You, Shield Bro up ahead! You've heard too? That old sailor with the eyepatch at the 'Drunken Anchor' tavern in the harbor, he got drunk yesterday and insisted he saw a purplish-black crack in the sky, with black smoke billowing out. He made it sound so real!"

His voice was loud and clear, with a slight northern accent.

"Tch! 'Drunken anchor'? You actually believe what that lame old man said?"

Daniel turned around and snorted dismissively, but his expression didn't lighten much.

"However... Brother Colm is right, the world is really getting more and more strange."

"The monsters here are getting crazier, the supplies are getting scarcer, and the queues are getting longer!"

“This axe of mine,” he patted the two-handed battle axe at his waist, which bore several ominous dark purple corrosion marks, “if I keep hacking like this, I’m afraid it’ll be scrap metal before I even see a real big scene. The Night’s Watchmen are good at repairing equipment, but this ancestral feel of theirs, after repairing it, always feels like something’s missing.”

A short, stocky dwarf weaponsmith apprentice next to him, wearing a greasy leather apron and struggling to carry a bundle of arrow shafts, muttered upon hearing this.

"Alright, big guy, you should be content! Look at all that utterly 'dead' junk piled up in our shop. Void power directly destroyed the core of the equipment, and now we're even short of refined thorium ingots. My master's hair's practically plucked out of him!"

A murmur of agreement rippled through the ranks. An old soldier with a scar on his face crossed his arms and sneered.

"Hmph, what else can those old men in the back, dressed in gold and silver, do besides carving up territory in the port, grabbing missions, and driving up prices?"

"Hope they deliver supplies? You might as well hope the snotty monsters in the swamp can dance!"

In addition to the Night Watch's main supplies, many foreign merchant guilds also send supplies here.

This also includes some aristocratic groups.

"Not all nobles are like that, are they?" a younger-looking adventurer retorted in a low voice. He was well-equipped and had a touch of academic naiveté.

"I heard that Mr. Sebastian of the Steel Shield Adventurer's Guild has been working hard to coordinate supplies for the capital, right? Although..."

“Sebastian?” Daniel scoffed. “That pretty boy dressed in flashy clothes?”
"Come on, kid, you haven't seen how he was jumping up and down in the Blackrock Pass stronghold. The Night Watch's potions went up in price and supplies weren't enough, he was as anxious as if his uncle's merchant ship had been attacked and burned by 'Purple Winged Predators' on the Emerald Sea route."

"I heard him complain to Commander Klaus that the big shots in the capital were only concerned with fighting for power and using him as a mouthpiece, but when it came to actually needing resources, they all pretended to be deaf and dumb."

"The Night's Watch? No matter how powerful the Night's Watch is, they can't conjure thorium and magic crystals out of thin air!"

"Exactly!" Felczek jumped up and down, a smug look on his face.

"Commander Klaus, with his fiery temper, slammed his fist on the table and ordered Sebastian to deliver a message: 'Either send supplies or send troops!'"

"If my men keep using dulled knives to cut those crystal cluster worms that are as hard as stone, I'll lead my troops back to the port and let the lords of the capital guard their gold mines themselves!"

"Haha, you guys didn't see Sebastian's face, tsk tsk..."

A brief, suppressed laugh erupted from the group, filled with mockery of the nobles and a helpless self-deprecation about their own predicament.

"Alright, alright!" Colm raised his voice, slamming Daniel's team's merit points and new supply voucher codes on the table, interrupting the increasingly distant complaint.

"Daniel, your team! Count them carefully! Next one!"

He rubbed his throbbing temples, his gaze sweeping over the group of tired, complaining adventurers in front of him, whose eyes still held a tenacious spirit, and the endless dragon behind them.

On the light screen, the number of red dots representing high-risk areas continues to increase.

He silently prayed: Oh, the chaos of the world... I hope the news Felchuck brought back is true, and that the Night's Watch's 'treasure' can really break this damned stalemate...

Daniel grabbed the voucher and yelled gruffly at his teammates, "Let's go! Let's go to the supply point. Damn it, we're going to have to spend a fortune on antidotes and whetstones again."

"Lia, do you see if there are any discounted Lesser Mental Protection Scrolls left... The air in this godforsaken place is making my head buzz!"

The group, grumbling but with a clear purpose, squeezed out of the crowd and merged into the ceaseless torrent of people in the warship port, a torrent carrying both rust and hope.

Warship port deep-water anchorage.

Many people gathered here, almost completely blocking the area.

Before the Night's Watch fleet even arrived, the merchants, who were ahead of the curve, had already brought the rumors with them.

Coupled with the oppressive atmosphere during this period, many people are very much looking forward to it.

So almost everyone who could come came. They wanted to see if the big thing the Night's Watch had brought could help them restore the blockade of the front lines, as everyone had guessed.

Look around.

On the sea.

The Night's Watch's newly arrived fleet was far larger than expected, with massive steel ships almost obscuring the sea.

The sheer number of escort ships resembled a group of giant steel sharks guarding the core.

They needed to dock for rest and resupply. Their massive size forced the port authorities to temporarily clear the outermost berths, and even resorted to using magical shockwaves to disperse the reefs and silt in the shallow waters near the shore, forcibly creating additional deep water areas.

"Clear the area! Everyone back to the warning line! Repeat, back to the warning line!"

The commands issued by the megaphone echoed over the bustling harbor, drowning out the ship horns and the sound of the waves as ships entered the port.

In the sky, the Knights of the Night's Watch, riding powerful griffins, descended in circles like precise falcons. The Night's Watch insignia on their armor reflected a cold, hard luster in the morning light, and the griffins beneath them let out intimidating growls, their sharp eyes scanning the dense crowd below.

At the same time, the gangways of the two frigates that had docked were lowered.

With the sound of running, two well-equipped Night's Watch soldiers quickly lined up and ran down to meet another team of Night's Watch soldiers who were already waiting in the dock area.

Holding binding force field generators that shimmered with energy, they quickly erected a solid human wall around the colossal ship.

A simple energy barrier also serves as a protective belt; just like that, it's set up.

After all, although these people are adventurers, they are not pure Night Watchmen. They are on their side, but they cannot be said to be their own people who can be absolutely trusted.

Safety measures should still be prepared for critical situations.

"What's going on? Can't I even take a look?"

Some people shouted in dissatisfaction.

Although it is still clearly visible.

"What amazing treasure have the Night's Watch acquired this time? Why are they making such a big fuss?"

"Tsk tsk, look at the size of that black cloth covering it, it's even more exaggerated than the last 'Iron Flower' performance!"

"Could it be a super magic cannon capable of flattening the 'Steel Cliff' with a single shot?"

Various voices rose up.

Adventurers, merchants, and laborers were kept outside the force field, standing on tiptoe and craning their necks, their voices, exclamations, and guesses mingling together to create a buzzing background noise.

Although they grumbled and complained about the Night's Watch's "overbearing" attitude, the crowd wisely retreated when the griffin riders' cold gazes and the buzzing force field generators in the Night's Watch soldiers' hands were pointed in their direction.

They dutifully relinquished the huge safety zone designated by the soldiers.

It looks like a very serious setup, so it's best not to provoke it for no reason; that would be too foolish.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the expedition's supreme commander, the dwarven sage Lurek, appeared at the dock's edge, his sturdy yet weary figure toiling away.

His cloak was still stained with the dust and smoke of the front lines, and his sunken eye sockets and bloodshot eyes showed the immense pressure he was under.

But at this moment, his gaze was fixed on the massive black object on the deck of the giant ship, with a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.

This is the "big weapon" that Popper mentioned on the channel, which should be able to solve the difficulties on the front lines.

You have to understand that he had been looking forward to this for a long time, and now he has finally reached the shore.

This will allow him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Lord Lurek!" The gangway of the giant ship was lowered, and an alchemist dressed in high-ranking Night's Watch engineering attire strode down and saluted Lurek.

His face showed a mixture of fatigue from the long voyage and excitement at the project's success.

Lurek nodded in return, his voice low: "Thank you for your hard work, Master Glenn. This is..."

"Yes! The prototype of the 'Obeliest of Order'!"

Master Glenn spoke with pride as he leaned closer to Lurek and explained in a low voice at a rapid pace, pointing to the enormous object shrouded in black cloth.

"We created it based on the application of secondary rules provided by Master Poppot and the stabilization technology of 'Iron Flower Constructs', combined with the latest understanding of the nature of void contamination."

"It is itself a large-scale node that solidifies the rules of order!"

At this moment, under Master Glenn's hand gestures, a squad of Soul Guardians, who had been waiting in full battle array, stood at key positions around the black behemoth like the most loyal guards.

They emanated powerful energy fluctuations, vigilantly guarding the area to ensure the unloading process went perfectly.

A powerful team of mages began chanting long and complex incantations, magic surged in the air, and an invisible force field supported the heavy black cloth covering.

The breathtaking moment has arrived.

Everyone could see that the huge thing seemed about to reveal its true form.

Everyone fell silent instantly, and the once noisy and crowded place became extremely quiet.

With the combined efforts of many mages, the enormous object slowly floated up from the deck, and the supports and fixing devices below automatically disengaged.

The immense pressure caused the air to emit a muffled hum.

When it was about ten meters above the ground, the thick alchemical black cloth covering it was as if it were being lifted from the top by an invisible hand, and began to slide down along its strange and magnificent outline.

The first part of the spire to emerge is a pure white alloy, as white as ice and snow, shimmering with the cold light characteristic of metal.

Then, the tower's structure was revealed layer by layer—it was a six-story tower with a very distinct structure.

Each layer is not completely enclosed, but is composed of a precise geometric framework inlaid with gold, silver and sky blue metallic patterns that flow with energy.

The most breathtaking feature is the presence of several enormous, uniquely shaped, openwork crystals suspended between the tower's layers and at its top.

These crystals are not static, but slowly rotate according to some mysterious trajectory, as if there is a galaxy flowing inside.

When the entire tower is fully exposed to the sunlight, an indescribable sense of order and sacredness washes over you.

Its body is predominantly white, with gold, silver and blue metallic accents, making it both fantastical and magnificent, and full of the Night's Watch's signature, highly rational design.

It floated silently in the air, like a sacred object descended from mythology.

Om-!
There was no deafening roar, only a deep and resonant hum that seemed to directly affect the depths of the soul, spreading out from the tower.

Centered on it, the air rippled like water, and countless silver-gray light threads appeared out of thin air.

These filaments are not disordered, but rather rapidly weave and combine to form countless simple and perfect geometric shapes—cubes, triangular pyramids, prisms… They slowly rotate and shimmer around the obelisk, radiating a pure, stable, and orderly radiance that dispels all chaos.

This radiance, though not a sacred gold or a shimmering silver, carries a simple, reassuring silvery-grey hue.

"My God..." An uncontrollable gasp erupted from the crowd.

This sight was more awe-inspiring than any weapons display; it was a demonstration of power at the level of rules.

However, an even more astonishing change occurred within the crowd. (End of Chapter)