A different world game? A different world game!

The team is traveling through the city of Taklamakan.

As they turned the last street corner.

The iconic spires and thick stone walls of the magnificent and solemn courthouse headquarters complex are now clearly visible.

Right in front of the gate on the side wing of the Seventh Coordination Division of the Tribunal, where the Witcher Affairs Section was located, they saw several other groups of people.

The entire squad was dressed in leather armor marked with dark red claw marks, and the captain was a burly man with a hideous old scar on his face.

It's the Bloodstained Squad.

The other one was more discreet, with even the fingertips covered in a specially made black glove.

This is the Ghost Claw Squad.

There was also a soldier equipped with a sophisticated crossbow, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

Sentinel squad.

The three teams together have more than a dozen people.

"Scarface!" "Shadow Phantom!" "Ghost Claw!"

"Ha, it's you bunch of bastards!"

Almost simultaneously, the captains or members of several teams recognized each other, their faces showing surprise and familiar smiles.

With the number of Witcher members decreasing, the remaining teams all know each other and are old acquaintances who fight evil together in the darkness.

Before the simple greetings and fist bumps on the shoulder could even be finished, the surprise in each other's eyes was quickly replaced by seriousness.

Captain Scarface touched the scars on his face, his voice low: "The Inquisition has called us all back... It seems this isn't as simple as going on a 'vacation' on the continent of Taril."

They were clearly recalled and had been thinking about the mission on the way.

For a Witcher, the only thing that comes to mind is the continent of Taril, since they've basically run out of life on other continents.

To have them do ordinary things like regular Night's Watchmen would be a clear waste of their abilities.

It makes no sense unless they ask for it.

Naturally, going to the continent of Tauriel is the most likely possibility.

But now that everyone's here, the task isn't so simple anymore.

"There's definitely going to be a big job."

The leader of the Ghost Claw squad wiggled his fingers, which were wrapped in black cloth, his voice hoarse.

Just as they exchanged knowing glances and were about to walk into the administrative office together, the space above the open area next to them suddenly distorted.

It is spatial teleportation.

Moreover, since this kind of spatial teleportation directly lands at a precise location, the level of the person being teleported is obvious.

A stable and precise teleportation portal instantly opened, directly at the entrance of the administrative department.

To be able to open a shop here directly, one must obviously be a legendary powerhouse.

A group of people emerged from the light.

Their equipment was completely different, more sophisticated and uniform, shimmering with a restrained energy glow, and their uniforms were embroidered with unique emblems.

It's not the Night's Watch's symbol; it's clearly a distinctive mark of their team.

His temperament has become more composed and sharp, carrying a fierce aura of someone who has been through countless battles and faced the true core of the abyss.

The leader was a tall woman with hawk-like eyes, and a short blade that shimmered with mithril light hung at her waist.

"Demon Slayer?"

Claws hissed, his voice filled with disbelief and surprise.

Nightingale stared wide-eyed at her former "star" teammates, now elite members of the Night's Watch—the Soul Keepers.

Upgraded from the Seeker Sequence to the Guardian Sequence.

They have their own team name.

Its members are all former Night's Watch members; simply put, they are an elite squad of guardians composed of the best of the Witcher forces.

The squad is called the Demon Slayers.

You can tell what they're like just by their name.

This team is one of the upgraded versions of the former Witcher squad.

Even they've come back?
Beneath the shadowy metal mask, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his eerie green pupils contracted slightly.

Claw gasped in shock, forgetting even to urge him on.

Upon seeing the Soul Guardians appear here, everyone instantly understood.

The importance and danger of this emergency recall of all of them probably far exceeded any of their previous expectations.

The appearance of the demon slayer was like a boulder thrown into an already turbulent pond.

After a brief silence, it was the Demon Slayer Captain "Venom" who broke the silence.

Her gaze swept over the Shadow Squad and the other teams, a hint of surprise and a long-awaited search flashing in her sharp eyes.

"Shadow? Scarface? And you guys..."

Venom's voice was slightly hoarse, but the confidence that came from real battles was clearly discernible.

"I never expected to see you all here. What, have you finally cleaned out all the rats from the underground rat hole?"

Her tone carried a hint of familiar teasing.

Claws immediately reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; the initial shock was instantly replaced by displeasure.

"Ha! 'Clean them out'? We'd like to! We spend all day tracking those lunatics who aren't even demons, racking up a lot of effort for days, only to clean up a few useless trash who've just learned to draw circle curses! It's not even a warm-up!"

He waved his arms irritably.

"Tracking, locking on, raiding, cleaning up the battlefield... I've practically memorized the process. It's so boring it could grow mushrooms! It's all this damn 'sacred' shoveling work!"

The nightingale immediately nodded in agreement, her tone full of helplessness and longing.

"Yeah, Venomous Fang! You guys can dig up ruins and kill real demon fodder in Tarriel, but what about us? We get a steady stream of merit points, but life is so boring. We use all our skills as witchers to deal with stinking ditch rats."

Pan Shi nodded steadily and said in a deep voice, "It is safe, but... too safe."

He didn't even yawn, which was rare for him, and muttered under his breath, "My bones are practically rusted..."

Venom and the "Iron Jaw" behind her—a man with a massive build and metallic skin—exchanged a glance, both seeing a knowing look and a subtle, almost imperceptible expression in each other's eyes.

Iron Jaw grinned, revealing a smile through his metal braces: "That sounds pretty frustrating. But..." He changed the subject, his eyes becoming deep, "something that could bring the Inquisition together from all corners of the world is probably more than just 'boredom'."

at this time.

The heavy doors of the Affairs Department slid open silently, and a young man in a court assistant uniform with a serious expression appeared in the doorway. His gaze swept precisely over the crowd gathered outside, including the newly arrived Demon Slayer squad. "NM-07 Shadow Squad, NM-03 Bloodstain Squad, NM-05 Ghost Claw Squad, NM-09 Sentinel Squad, and... the Soul Keeper sequence 'Demon Slayer' squad."

The assistant's voice was clear and formulaic: "Please follow me immediately, the meeting is about to begin."

Everyone immediately fell silent, the casual conversation vanished instantly, and was replaced by a professional solemnity.

Without a word, several teams, guided by their assistants, silently and swiftly entered the courthouse headquarters.

As you walk through the familiar corridor, shimmering with soft alchemical light, the air is filled with a mixture of documents, parchment, and some kind of purifying incense.

Instead of leading them to the familiar briefing room, the assistant took them deeper into a passageway that was rarely visited.

Finally, they stopped in front of an alloy door that was several times thicker than a typical conference room door and whose surface was engraved with complex protective runes.

The doors slid open silently to the sides, revealing the interior.

What came into view was not the small tactical room they had expected, but an extremely spacious, high-domed strategic conference room.

A huge holographic tactical star map floats on the cold metal wall, with a complex abyss layer model slowly rotating in the center.

The long conference table, made of some kind of dark crystal, was large enough to accommodate members of a dozen or so teams.

At this moment, quite a few people were already seated around the conference table.

The gazes of Shadow, Fang, and all the Witchers were immediately drawn to the figures at the head of the conference table and on either side.

An invisible pressure instantly gripped their hearts.

Seated at the head of the table was none other than the former Tower Master of Eternal Abyss, now a legendary powerhouse among the Night Watch—Stewart Cursed Blade.

His signature demon wings were not folded up, but quietly folded behind him, while a massive, jet-black sword leaned against his chair.

The sword seemed to absorb light, radiating a chilling sense of oppression.

His sharply defined face was expressionless, his eyes like a deep, cold abyss, silently watching the people filing in.

To his left sat Anstellar Stargazer.

The third eye on the forehead of this prophet from Yongyuan Township was particularly striking at this moment, even though it was closed. It seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

He was tapping the table unconsciously with his fingers, as if he were deducing something, exuding a mysterious and calm aura.

What's even more unsettling is that there are several other figures around the conference table, each exuding an equally unfathomable aura.

Judging from their clothing and insignia, they are all legendary figures from the inner circle of the Night's Watch.

Looking around, Yingzong and the others gasped in shock.

The conference room was not only occupied by the top-ranking members, but also by the captains of several other familiar Witcher squads, as well as members of two other elite squads from the Soul Keeper sequence.

Including the teams that just joined...

This was almost an entire existing and combat-capable Witcher system, whether it was a regular squad or an elite Soulkeeper, all of whom were present.

The air seemed to freeze.

A heavy pressure permeated the meeting room.

The complaints and expectations on the faces of the Shadow Squad members had vanished without a trace, leaving only solemnity and a hint of unbelievable shock.

The fangs and iron jaws also lost their previous ease, their eyes becoming incredibly sharp and focused.

They looked at each other and saw the same message in each other's eyes.

The problem is a hundred times more serious than any of them had previously guessed.

Such a grand mobilization, gathering this "sharp knife" specifically crafted to hunt demons and evil here, its target... there is probably only one place worthy of this "honor".

The front lines of the abyss, a battlefield of blood and fire.

The heavy alloy doors closed silently behind them, shutting out the solemn echoes unique to the courthouse headquarters.

Inside the spacious strategic meeting room, the alchemical lamp sphere cast a cool yet bright light, and the air was filled with the slightly sweet scent of purifying incense, intertwining with the eerie blue halo of the holographic star map and the abyss model.

The Shadow Squad, Bloodstain Squad, Ghost Claw Squad, Sentinel Squad, and Demon Slayer Squad—these descendants of demon hunters from Everbright Village—quickly took their seats under the guidance of their assistant.

The long crystal conference table was instantly filled with figures. Dozens of battle-hardened demon hunters from more than a dozen teams were silent, their eyes all focused on the head of the table.

Stewart Cursed Blade sat in the main seat, his demonic wings slightly folded behind him, and the pitch-black greatsword "Cursed Blade" leaned to his side, its blade seemingly devouring light.

A rare gentleness appeared on his angular face.

His lava-like gaze slowly swept over every face in the room—the wildness of claws, the sharpness of nightingales, the steadfastness of rocks, the languidness of drowsiness, the sharpness of fangs, the fortitude of iron jaws, and many more familiar or semi-familiar faces.

The vast majority of these faces bear the mark of Yongyuan Township's bloodline.

The rugged features of these children vaguely resembled those of their fathers.

In the corner stood a silent huntress, whose features vaguely resembled those of Limoana Flower.

Even though the third eye of one of the younger team members had not yet manifested, it faintly revealed the mysterious bloodline characteristics of Anstellar Stargazer.

Stewart spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a long-lost warmth of an elder, breaking the heavy atmosphere in the room.
"Look at you all..."

He nodded slightly, his eyes revealing undisguised satisfaction and pleasure.

"We all have the blood of Yongyuan Township flowing in our veins. Once upon a time, we huddled on that cursed land, struggling under the torment of demonic blood."

“Terkel conveys a message of despair from the shadows, Videl’s arms are out of control in his bestiality, and children like Isabella could fall into the abyss at any moment… We are like moles in the earth, praying for a glimmer of hope in the filth.”

He paused, then gently tapped the crystal tabletop with his fingertips, producing a crisp echo, as if knocking on past memories.

"But now? You stand here, in the heart of the Night's Watch—the City of the Ring."

"No longer a half-demon barely clinging to life, but a demon hunter who makes evil spirits tremble and demons tremble! Level 10 is the threshold, and legend is no longer just a legend."

"This power, this glory, is something we never dared to dream of back then in the dilapidated tower in Yongyuan Township."

Stewart's tone carried the pride characteristic of an elder, and his voice echoed in the silent conference room.

"With the weapons in your hands and the skills honed by deep-seated hatred, you have purified the filth of the main world, making the shadow of the evil god dare not descend so easily again."

“The seeds of Yongyuan Township did not rot in the darkness, but instead grew into sharp blades that tore through chaos in the soil of order. As an ‘old guy’ who watched your fathers and even your grandfathers struggle in the mud, I… am very gratified.”

This warm greeting dispelled the chilly tension in the meeting room.

The nightingale straightened its back, the wild light in its claws softened, and even the corners of its tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly.

Rock silently stroked the gun handle, his eyes wide open in a rare moment of drowsiness, without yawning.

Everyone felt that sense of belonging that came from the depths of their blood.

However, Stewart's expression suddenly turned serious.

His lava-like gaze instantly sharpened like a knife, the gentleness vanished, replaced by the authority of an elder.

"Next, here's what you're looking for." (End of Chapter)