A different world game? A different world game!

The top of the Tower of Trials.

Outside, there is a semi-transparent, tower-shaped alternate dimension.

Kana's gaze slowly swept over this alternate dimension, which he had personally created and which was located at the top of the Tower of Trials.

The basic outline of the rule network has been clearly sketched in my mind, and every key "interface" and "main road" is clearly visible.

Of course, none of these things will actually happen in reality, but the corresponding context and thoughts have been deeply etched into his mind like a meticulously crafted plan.

When he needs knowledge, the corresponding knowledge will be precisely provided using readily available templates.

This effectively prevents the world's will from haphazardly applying its knowledge through vague descriptions—the more detailed the description, the more accurate the response; the more vague the concept, the more likely it is to be distorted and filled in by the world's instinctive understanding.

Kana muttered to himself, as if making a final confirmation.

"Focusing on data-driven rules as the main axis, while superficially touching upon other rules, the key lies in 'expliciting' and 'guiding,' rather than replacing them."

His voice echoed in the silent space, carrying an undeniable certainty.

After confirming that everything was correct, he nodded with great satisfaction.

The data halo, which had been expanding and rotating in a ring-like motion, instantly contracted, transforming back into a tranquil halo that floated quietly behind Kana's head, its light subdued.

And Kana himself quietly withdrew from his divine form, reverting to an aura closer to that of a mortal.

Preparations here are almost complete.

His figure flickered slightly and vanished from this tranquil and stable space in an instant, as if he had never existed.

In the next instant, a barely perceptible ripple spread through the high-level meeting room of the Night Watchers in the City of the Ring.

Kana appeared without warning, like mist solidifying, steadily beside the long table, just in time to interrupt the ongoing discussion.

"Kana!"

"leader!"

"You came!"

The people around the conference table—Ariris, Popper, Maxim, Black, Lurek, and other key executives.

At first, they were startled, but then their faces lit up with joy. They immediately stood up to greet them, the chairs scraping against the floor making a soft sound.

Looking at these familiar faces, Kana's face broke into a warm and gratified smile.

His gaze swept over everyone, carrying a hint of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection) at the passage of time.

First, he reached out and shook hands firmly with Blake, who was striding over. Both of them couldn't help but smile and patted each other's backs hard, making solid thuds.

Blake knew that Kana disliked being excessively revered because of his so-called divine status, and he wouldn't do that either.

After all, they had fought side by side, and their friendship had long transcended their social status.

Canna did the same; his handshake and pat on the back at that moment were his most direct response to this friendship.

“Blake,” Cana’s gaze lingered on the blond general, his voice filled with genuine approval, “you are becoming more and more like a general, even growing a beard, which makes you even more imposing.”

At this time, Blake was tall and robust, his blond hair still dazzling, but the youthful innocence and gentleness that once belonged to a young noble knight on his face had been replaced by resolute features and weathered appearance.

Several fine scars, marking the marks of war, stretched along his cheeks and brow bone.

These traces could have been completely erased by the Night's Watch's powerful healing abilities, but Black chose to leave them.

Among the Night's Watch, scars are given special significance because of their powerful self-healing ability.

Every scar on the body is a medal worth commemorating, carrying an indelible memory of battle.

Of course, there are also some less formal commemorations.

such as:

"See this scar? This cut only cost me xx blood."

"Let me tell you, this scar goes right through here, leaving only a sliver of blood, but I fought the entire battle relying on that sliver of blood. Isn't that amazing?"

This kind of.

As the leader of the army, General Blake naturally regarded this as a proper commemoration, seeing it as a symbol of his blood connection with the soldiers.

He had a meticulously trimmed stubble on his chin and cheeks, and his whole person exuded a maturity and composure that came with the tempering of time and hardship.

He had long since transformed from the elegant noble knight of his youth into a truly iron-blooded general who commanded thousands of troops.

Blake, on the other hand, looked at Kana with a hearty laugh, his eyes filled with genuine admiration.

“You have now fully mastered the power of the gods, unlike before when you were controlled by emotions and rules.”

"Haha, I'm a genius too."

Kana smiled back, with a rare hint of ease in his expression.

Immediately afterwards, Kana's gaze turned gently to the elven mage Maxim.

"Maxim, you're still the same as always."

This assessment carries a hint of understanding and a touch of irony regarding the long lifespan of elves.

Indeed, for an elf with a long lifespan, the passage of time was like a gentle breeze passing through an ancient tree, leaving no obvious trace on his handsome face and serene demeanor. He remained the wise and elegant mage.

A decade or so is but a blink of an eye for an elf.

Maxim, with the same calm smile as before, nodded slightly in acknowledgment: "Time does indeed pass more slowly for us."

Finally, Kana stepped forward and gave the dwarf Lurek a strong, powerful hug.

"Lurek, my old friend!"

Outwardly, Lurek is almost exactly the same as before, still looking like a typical dwarf sage.

He had a sturdy, rock-like physique, a thick, brush-like beard, and eyes that gleamed with intelligence.

However, in the instant of their embrace, Kana could clearly feel the powerful yet restrained force within the other's body—wisps of lightning, like a thunderstorm slumbering deep within his short, stocky frame, though deliberately concealed, were still distinctly present, subtly exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Kana's smile faded, and his expression became serious.

He calmly surveyed the crowd and got straight to the point.

"Since everyone is here, it's perfect. I've already completed the design of the entire 'Legendary Dungeon' system."

His voice was steady and powerful, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
"Now, I will take out a Creation Stone and turn the concept in my mind into reality."

"Wow!"

As soon as Kana finished speaking, Poppot excitedly jumped up from his chair, raised his two paws high, his face full of excitement, and his tail wagging wildly behind him.

"Finally! I want to see it! I want to see you, Kana, play live! The last time you made a big move with the Genesis Stone was years ago!"

Her large tail swung merrily, creating a soft rustling sound, clearly eager to witness this historic moment. It seemed she had witnessed every time Kana used the Creation Stone, and she was determined not to miss this one. This tradition couldn't be broken.

Kana looked at the big rat jumping around excitedly, shook his head with a smile, but his eyes showed indulgence.

"Okay, watch it if you want."

Upon hearing this, Alyris understood perfectly.

She gracefully raised her hands slightly, and the space above her palms distorted slightly. A viscous, deep red energy rapidly gathered and surged, as if enveloping an invisible core.

A flash of red light appeared, and the blood-like energy dissipated instantly. A mithril box with an ancient and heavy design, its surface engraved with intricate Night's Watch emblems, appeared out of thin air in her hand.

With a solemn expression, she carefully handed the treasure box to Kana.

Kana reached out and took the cold mithril box, his fingers gently touching the mechanism on the lid.

With a soft "click" of a mechanism, the lid slowly opened.

In an instant, an indescribable aura, containing the essence of order and creation, spread out, and the air seemed to become thick and sacred.

Inside the box, a pyramid-shaped triangular crystal lay quietly on a black velvet cushion, emitting a soft yet undeniable glow.

This creation stone is like a sculpture of the purest crystal, with a perfect geometric plane on its surface, smooth as a mirror, with sharp and distinct edges, as if it could cut through space.

What's even more mesmerizing is its interior, where intricate and complex patterns of light flow and shift within, as if compressing the very fabric of the universe and the trajectory of galaxies.

Under the lighting of the conference hall, the internal patterns refracted a dazzling and ever-changing brilliance, profound and captivating, attracting everyone's attention.

It lay there quietly, yet it seemed to be the center of the entire world, radiating an irresistible attraction that drew everyone's gaze involuntarily, captivating their hearts and minds, and even causing them to unconsciously slow their breathing.

With a solemn expression, Kana took out the pyramid-shaped Creation Stone.

A complete Creation Stone!
It contains the power of the world.

If it weren't for the impending apocalypse, collecting such a Creation Stone would likely have taken hundreds of years and required the full investment of a massive force.

Now that I have become a god, I pick up a complete Stone of Creation again. The warm and powerful energy pulse in my palm gives me a different feeling—completely different from when I held it before.

Having just become a god, he did not have a complete and in-depth understanding of or control over the power of a god, like a child wielding a giant hammer.

Now things are different; his understanding of his own divinity and the rules of the world is completely different from before.

The immense power and densely interwoven rules contained within the Stone of Creation compelled him to delve deeper, as if he were reading a code of the universe.

However, he soon realized that it was essentially just a key.

A key that can unlock the world's treasure vault, where you can make a wish and obtain a physical entity formed from that wish.

He said no more, only waved his hand gently.

The space shifts instantly, like ripples on water.

One second they were in the conference room, and the next they were suddenly in the alternate dimension that Kana had just left.

The air here carries the unique purity of a newly opened space, and the ground is exceptionally stable and orderly. Beneath your feet is a solid surface that seems to be made of light.

Popper's big, round, watery eyes and Maxim's sharp, elfin eyes lit up almost simultaneously as they immediately noticed the unique nature of this space.

"Wow! Kana, did you just open this place?"

Popper twitched her nose hard, sensing the spatial structure in her own unique way.

"Although it's new, it's incredibly stable. Much better than those hastily put together openings. And..."

She suddenly looked up, towards the "above" of space or some invisible connection point.

"It's anchored at the very top of the Tower of Trials? Its energy channels are connected to the core of the tower? It feels like a crystal bubble growing at the top of the tower."

Maxim followed up on Popper's words with a calm and confident tone.

"Lord Poppot's perception is very accurate. This space is not a 'bubble' completely independent of the main world. It has a close and stable connection with the outside world, especially the Trial Tower below."

"This connection means that the boundaries of space are not completely isolated or hidden, but rather exist in a semi-manifest, semi-integrated state. This structure itself provides extremely strong stability support, avoiding the fragility common in spatial structures, which is truly ingenious."

After listening to the analysis of the two scholars, Kana smiled approvingly and nodded in affirmation.

“Indeed, your observation is accurate. This is the top spatial node of the Tower of Trials, resonating with the tower's energy core. The 'semi-open' form of the space is precisely to ensure its stability and the smooth interaction between the future 'Legendary Dungeon' rules and the outside world.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the space with the scrutiny and expectation of a creator.

"And now I will open up this space and finally build the legendary dungeon I need to complete the last piece of the puzzle for us."

Once successful, the Night's Watch will have essentially completed its core framework and the necessary main axis.

Data-driven rules will take deep root in this world, continue to flourish, and become the cornerstone of combating the apocalypse.

"Then everyone, please move a little further away."

Upon hearing this, everyone respectfully and expectantly stepped back a distance, standing at the edge of the area, their eyes fixed on Kana in the center.

Once they had settled into a safe position, Kana floated back to his original spot in the center of space.

With a gentle toss, the pyramid-shaped Creation Stone floated gracefully before him, slowly rotating and emitting a mesmerizing halo.

Kana then gently closed his eyes, as if entering a meditative state.

When he reopened his eyes, a burst of intense light erupted, as if a supernova had ignited before his eyes.

The divine form of Kana is manifested here.

The tranquil halo behind his head instantly expanded, transforming into a massive, incredibly precise, and slowly rotating data wheel, within which countless tiny runes and bands of light flickered, enacting the rules of the world.

In his open eyes, a divine radiance as brilliant as gold flowed, interwoven with the calm rationality of silver and the life force of blood, so profound that it seemed to contain a sea of ​​stars.

His arms were completely transformed into a form of shimmering mercury, flowing with the luster of liquid metal.

He wore a silver-white robe with blood-red energy patterns that meandered and pulsed like living things.

A majestic and powerful force of order, mixed with the divine compassion it contained, emanated outwards as if it were a tangible entity, filling the entire space and causing the air to tremble slightly.

Aliris and the others, who had already distanced themselves, once again deeply and breathlessly felt the power of Kana in his divine stage.

This was vastly different from the feeling I had before—after all, back then Kana had just ascended to godhood, and his power was like a surging torrent, which he had not yet fully mastered the art of controlling.

Now, Kana has already fully mastered this power and continues to grow on it, reaching a state of perfection.

Therefore, their feelings were more distinct and profound this time.

That supreme majesty that chills the soul, that inclusiveness containing boundless wisdom and benevolence, that radiant wisdom that compels one to submit willingly and follow.

This is their leader.

The leader of the Night's Watch.

The prophet who guides them forward. The messenger who leads them out of the gloom of the apocalypse. (End of Chapter)