A different world game? A different world game!

"and many more!"

After the initial excitement, a deep, almost imperceptible worry appeared on the face of the weathered, experienced orc veteran in Varn's team.

He asked in a gruff voice, his tone tinged with barely perceptible tension:

"Brother messenger, this is a fantastic opportunity, but what if we fail?"
"You just mentioned that the meeting also focused on discussing the failures and their consequences..."

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured on them, calming some of the team members' feverish minds a little.

Is it really that simple?

Although they had long been accustomed to the power and convenience brought by the Night Watch's data.

But this argument has been circulating for some time.

That is, advancing from level 10 to legendary status, which is a rather troublesome path.

After achieving legendary status, the convenience that datafication can bring is mainly limited to the datafication itself.

Moreover, in legendary-level battles, the advantages of a digitized body are indeed limited.

Because legends themselves possess abundant physical strength, and so does their tenacious vitality.

It can only be said that their data-driven Night Watchers have an advantage in endurance and resilience, and can no longer have the overwhelming power to suppress non-data-driven beings that they had when they were still mortals.

“Yes,” another team member asked eagerly, his face showing anxiety and an eagerness to know the answer.

"How exactly do we enter that rule-based space? Are there any dangers inside? Do we need to prepare any special equipment or supplementary medicines beforehand?"

More questions rushed toward the messenger like a surging tide.

They couldn't help but be anxious.

After all, this directly relates to whether they can rise to the legendary status they've always dreamed of.

It's not that no one thinks having level 10 strength is enough; after all, not everyone has the talent to reach the legendary level.

If they hadn't become Night Watchmen, they wouldn't have even reached level 10, let alone dreamed of becoming legendary.

But becoming a Soul Guardian is itself proof of talent and potential.

Therefore, no one in the team who becomes a Soul Guardian doesn't want to become a legend; this desire runs deep in their bones.

Seeing the crowd suddenly swarm around them, bombarding them with all sorts of detailed questions, the messenger quickly raised his hand again to signal for quiet, trying to quell the commotion.

"Don't rush, don't rush! It's about the details! I know you're concerned about the details!"

He quickly spoke, trying to stabilize the somewhat out-of-control situation.

"The specific entry process, detailed precautions, special rules within the space, and... well, the different consequences that might result from failure..."

"The command center has been working overtime overnight to prepare a very detailed instruction document, which will soon be sent to your respective tactical terminals through the highest level of encryption."

"My main task now is simply to inform you in advance of this amazing good news and to formally tell you about the honor of being selected."

He solemnly emphasized the words "formal notification".

He paused, the relaxed smile on his face quickly vanishing, replaced by a rare, serious expression:
"However, one thing I can tell you very clearly in advance is that this opportunity only comes once in a lifetime! This is a restriction of the core rules of space personally pointed out by Lord Cana, and it is like an ironclad law that cannot be changed."

"Therefore," he said earnestly, his sharp gaze sweeping over each team member whose expression had suddenly become extremely solemn, "you must cherish this one and only opportunity, you must have the belief that you will succeed, go all out, and leave no regrets!"

"In addition," the messenger mage added, his tone softening slightly, "given your crucial role as the first echelon, command has specifically instructed that you be granted three precious days of rest."

"These three days are a good time to relax and get into your best, peak condition. At the same time, be sure to carefully study and thoroughly understand all the materials that will be issued soon."

"Three days from now, at dawn, someone will guide you to the location of the space entrance. Alright, my mission to deliver the message is now complete, so I won't disturb your celebration and preparations any longer."

A genuine and encouraging smile returned to his face.

After he finished speaking, he smiled kindly at everyone, and nodded especially solemnly to Captains Arya and Varne.

Immediately, he turned around decisively, and a slight, familiar ripple of energy, carrying the unique buzzing sound of space, spread out once again.

His figure disappeared silently from the edge of the training field, just as he had arrived, as if he had never been there, leaving behind only a silent stillness, ready to pounce.

Inside the training ground, a brief, strange silence, brewing with an impending storm, fell once again.

But beneath this silence surged an excitement and burning anticipation far greater than ever before, almost bursting from the chest.

Ten pairs of eyes gazed intently at each other, each seeing in the other an unbelievable ecstasy, a heavy sense of responsibility, and boundless anticipation for the unknown and infinitely possible journey that would begin in three days.

The legendary gate, that once unreachable and incredibly heavy door, now seems to be right before your eyes, radiating an alluring glow, within reach.

"Did you hear everything?"

Arya's clear and resolute voice broke the storm-brewing silence at just the right moment.

Her gaze, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, slowly swept across the resolute faces of each member of her "Silver Blade" team.

He then turned to his brother Varn and every member of his Stardust Watchers, his voice steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable determination and an iron will.

"Three days! Temper and adjust your body and mind to their peak condition. Thoroughly understand and digest every document that is sent down."

"This door to legend, opened for us by Lord Cana,"

She paused for a moment, her gaze burning like a blazing flame.

"We must not only walk in with our heads held high, but also emerge victorious and glorious. We must prove with our undeniable legendary strength that we deserve this supreme honor."

"Yes, Captain!" The Silverblade team members responded in unison, their voices ringing out like the thunder of war drums, powerful and resounding.

"Understood! Big Sister Arya!" some members of the Varne Squad shouted with heartfelt respect.

"For the Night's Watch! For the Legends!" The combined, bloodthirsty, deafening battle cries of the two teams echoed fiercely in the spacious training ground, as if trying to penetrate the solid alloy walls.

The fighting spirit burning in the eyes of the members of the two Soul Guardian teams was more intense and pure than ever before, like an inextinguishable flame leaping and blazing.

They are about to embark on a brilliant shortcut to legendary status, paved by their revered leader, and they will be the first to set foot on this glorious path.

……

Time flies like an arrow. Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

But for those who were deeply attached to the legend, it was still a somewhat agonizing ordeal. They had never felt that three days was so long and unbearable, as if each day was an eternity.

But in any case, they have at least persevered and made it through.

Three days later, at dawn, the faint morning light had just dispelled the last wisp of mist over the city of the Ring Tower.

On the flat lawn in front of the twin-tower floating fortress belonging to the Silverblade and the Stardust Watchers, figures were already standing everywhere.

The members of the two Soul Guardian squads, including Captain Arya and Vane, had already gathered here early and were in high spirits.

Today is such a significant and meaningful day that they are more eager and expectant than ever before.

at this time.

Without exception, they were all dressed neatly and smartly, wearing the Night's Watch's standard combat gear.

Whether it's lightweight yet durable leather armor, metal protective gear gleaming with runes, or weapons polished to a gleaming shine—they are all meticulously equipped.

These are not their normal everyday equipment.

After all, each of the Soul Guardian squads has its own unique style, and their strengths in combat also differ.

Therefore, the weapons and equipment of each squad of the Soul Guardians are far from standard equipment under normal circumstances.

But today is clearly different.

The chances of fighting here are slim, and a sense of solemnity is required, so they all changed into the uniform Night's Watch equipment and weapons.

This creates a more unified visual effect.

Everyone tried their best to maintain a calm and orderly appearance, with solemn expressions, as if they were conducting a routine gathering.

However, beneath this deliberately maintained calm, there is an undercurrent of tension and excitement that is difficult to completely conceal.

The team members chatted in small groups, deliberately avoiding the upcoming crucial trial. Instead, they talked about interesting anecdotes about the city, little incidents in the training ground, or the application of the newly assigned levitation technology.

These everyday, seemingly lighthearted gossips and casual chats are more like a subconscious act to relieve immense inner pressure at this moment.

Everyone knew perfectly well that the tension in their hearts was already taut like a fully drawn bow.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The threshold to legend is so close, yet it feels like an abyss from which one might slip through one's fingers.

What happens if you fail?
Does failure simply mean wasting a once-in-a-lifetime choice?
Will the lessons learned from this failure truly endure?
Or is it that once you fail, you can never become a legend again?
The permanent regret or sense of rejection from the rules that may result from failure weighs on the heart like a heavy, invisible boulder.

Even the Night's Watch elite, known for their unwavering will, could not remain truly calm in the face of such a life-or-death leap.

These three days were less of a rest and more of a mental ordeal.

Expectation and anxiety are intertwined, and the feeling of gain and loss inevitably follows them like a shadow, even though their strong physical constitution is enough to ignore a night or two of slight lack of rest.

On the lawn, the only one who truly maintained a peaceful, ancient-well-like atmosphere was Arya, who had already entered the realm of legend.

After all, she had already firmly stepped into the realm of legend.

This space clearly has no direct use for her, which is why she is able to remain in such a stable state.

Looking at her teammates and friends with whom she spends every day, as well as the nervous young faces in her younger brother Varne's team today, she couldn't help but show a gentle and understanding smile. It was rare to see such a scene before.

She crossed her arms and her gaze swept calmly and inclusively over her teammates and her brother Varn's team.

Like a steadfast lighthouse, it silently radiates a calming power, soothing the turbulent emotions stirred by the unknown.

Just then, the calm air around them began to ripple without warning.

A spatial rift, its edges shimmering with a soft, steady silver light, silently and gracefully tore open.

The young mage wearing the herald's insignia stepped out calmly, a knowing smile on his face.

His gaze swept quickly over the team members, who were all ready to go and had different expressions, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Everyone's here. It seems you're all eager to try and can't wait."

The messenger's clear voice broke the morning's tranquility.

"Well then, enough with the formalities. Gentlemen, please follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spatial rift suddenly stabilized and rapidly expanded.

It transformed into a stable, flowing oval portal with a soft silver light. The scene inside was hazy and indistinct, emanating a mysterious spatial fluctuation that made one's heart tremble.

The team members exchanged glances, took a deep breath, and suppressed the last trace of excitement in their hearts.

Led by Varn and Arya's steady steps, they filed into the silver portal that emanated spatial magic.

Finally, after confirming that everyone had entered, the messenger vanished through the door in a flash.

The portal closed like ripples on water, leaving the lawn as if nothing had happened, only the cool morning air remained.

After the slight dizziness from the spatial shift subsided, the two teams found themselves standing at the very top of the Ring Tower City, in the legendary entrance area opened up by Lord Kana.

The scene before me was quite peculiar and awe-inspiring.

Beneath their feet was the iconic tower top platform of the Tower of Trials, constructed of special stone. Above this platform, it seemed as if a huge and strange structure made of countless crystal-clear, angular "glasses" had been added.

This structure is not a physical entity, but rather a translucent shell formed by the interweaving of pure energy and rules, radiating a hazy and mysterious glow. Its shape is somewhere between a spire and a dome, and its form is esoteric and difficult to describe precisely.

It floats silently, solemnly becoming the new, supreme pinnacle of the city surrounding the tower—the external manifestation of the legendary space, the dome of rules.

At this moment, they were not the only ones on this open ground used as a landing point.

Many powerful or high-ranking figures were already waiting here, their gazes filled with scrutiny and expectation as they focused on these newcomers.

At a glance, Varn, Arya, and the others easily recognized many familiar faces. (End of Chapter)