After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

On the grass outside Black Rock Castle in West Continent.

The space rippled, and a dozen or so pot-bellied white men in suits appeared out of thin air and crashed heavily onto the grass.

"Oh my God! Where am I?"

John D. Rockefeller got up, patted his custom-made Armani suit, and looked around blankly.

An endless expanse of green meadows, with towering stone walls in the distance, and the castle's spires gleaming in the sunlight.

Soldiers in armor patrolled the city gates with spears, just like the medieval scenes he had seen in movies.

Along with him, the heir to the Morgan family, several American mob bosses, and several old European nobles also fell to the ground.

"Oh my God! Am I dreaming? Is this a medieval castle?"

"Fuck! What's going on? Have we really arrived in another world?"

"I remember reading something in Eastern novels about a system! A system! Oh! It's here! My God! There really is a system!"

A blond young man was the first to bring up the system panel. Looking at the semi-transparent screen in front of him, his voice trembled with excitement.

The others also realized what was happening and brought up their own control panels.

[Player: John D. Rockefeller]

[Realm: None]

[Technique: None]

World Channel

[Regional Channel: West Continent]

"Oh my God! This really is an online gaming world! Just like those Chinese people say!"

"Fuck! I knew those Chinese people weren't lying! There really is another world!"

"We're going to be rich! We're going to be rich! All the gold, jewels, land, and even the extraordinary things here are ours!"

A group of capitalists were so excited that their faces turned red, as if they could already see themselves as kings in this world.

They swaggered toward the castle gate, before they even got close.

Two armored guards raised their spears to block them, muttering something under their breath.

"Oh my friends, what are you talking about?" John asked in English, putting on a standard capitalist smile.

"We are merchants from afar, and we want to come into the city to have a look."

The two guards looked at each other, one of them scratching his head and looking at his companion:

"Can you understand what they're saying?"

"I don't understand, it sounds like some kind of dialect?" Another guard frowned.

"It sounds strange, like I've heard it a long time ago. Could it be the dialect of those barbarians from the north?"

"Look at how strangely they're dressed, but the fabric is quite nice; they don't seem like barbarians."

"Who knows? They look a lot like us, so why do they talk so strangely?"

The two guards communicated in standard Kyushu (Chinese), their eyes filled with doubt.

John and the others stood there, dumbfounded, listening to the two guards speaking fluent Chinese.

"Fuck? They...they're speaking Mandarin?"

"Oh my God! Did I hear that right? Two medieval European soldiers are speaking Chinese?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This must be a Chinese conspiracy! This isn't some other world at all! This is the work of the Chinese!"

John's face turned green. He pointed at the two guards and shouted in broken Chinese, "You! Why can you speak Chinese? Where is this?"

The two guards were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter:

"Oh, so you can speak Kyushu dialect, but your pronunciation isn't very standard, it sounds like you have a stone in your mouth."

"This is Blackrock Castle. Where are you from? Why are you dressed so strangely?"

John and the others: "..."

They understood.

In this world, Chinese is called Kyushu language, and it is the common language!

The English they speak is, in the eyes of these people, a non-standard dialect.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!"

A gang leader immediately cursed out, jumping up and down in anger.

"Why! Why do we have to speak Chinese in another world?!"

We, the United States, are number one in the world! We should speak English! English!

His shout instantly darkened the expressions of the two guards, who immediately pointed their spears at him.

"What are you yelling about? If you continue to disrupt order, I'll arrest you and put you in jail!"

The gang leader was about to curse again, but John grabbed him and stopped him.

John is no fool to have become the head of such a large conglomerate.

He could tell that the armor and spears worn by the two guards were genuine; the spears gleamed coldly, and if they were to pierce him, he wouldn't be able to stop them.

Just as the two sides were at an impasse, an old man wearing a gray robe and with a white beard walked out of the castle.

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"

"Mr. Muramasa, you've arrived." The two guards quickly bowed.

"A few strange outsiders came. We couldn't understand what they were saying. It sounded like some kind of dialect. One of them could even speak a few words of non-standard Kyushu dialect."

The white-bearded old man looked at John and the others with a scrutinizing gaze, and suddenly spoke a string of extremely difficult words.

A history professor standing next to John's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward, responding in the same awkward language.

The two talked back and forth for a good ten minutes before the professor finally turned around, sweating profusely, his face extremely pale.

"How did it go? What did he say?" Everyone quickly gathered around.

"He was speaking... Old English." The professor swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"It's medieval English. He said it's a remote dialect from the northern part of the West, spoken only by a few elderly people."

He also said that throughout Kyushu, whether it is the eastern, western, southern or northern continents, the common language is Kyushu language, which is what we call Chinese.

Only the indigenous people in remote areas speak their own dialects.

"He also asked us if we were primitive people from some remote island, and why we couldn't even speak a common language."

"Oh right, I just mentioned God to him, and he said he knows God, the legendary Lord of Gods, Haotian God?"

They also said that the pantheon in the Western Continent is very chaotic, with each city believing in several gods.

Nobody knows if God is real or not; in any case, his great-great-great-grandfather never witnessed a miracle.

After the professor finished speaking, all the Western players fell silent.

Dead silence.

Immediately, a tremendous rage erupted.

"Fuck! This can't be! This is definitely a Chinese conspiracy!"

"Oh my God! I knew it! This isn't some other world at all!"

This is a virtual game developed by Chinese people! They deliberately set Mandarin as the common language! It's for cultural invasion!

"Where is our great nation? Where is our English? Why should we learn Mandarin?! Fuck!"

A group of people started hurling insults at each other on the world channel and the Western Channel, spewing out all sorts of vulgarities.

Just then, a message popped up on the world channel. The ID was a string of English words. The person who sent the message was clearly quite frightened, and could barely type.

"Oh my God! Stop cursing! I've encountered a wizard! A real wizard!"

He was wearing a long black robe, holding a wand, and cast a spell on me! Now I can understand them!

But he read my memories! He knows we come from another world!

He said he's going to capture me and use me for experiments! He's already notified the Wizarding Guild! The Wizarding Guild will be coming for us soon!

Oh no! He told me to tell you that you either become the wizard's experimental subjects or his servants, and if you're lucky, he might take you on as students!

The person stopped talking immediately after the message was sent, and didn't respond no matter how many times others tagged him.

Western players on the world channel are starting to panic.

Wizard? Magic? Experiment?

Before they could react, another message popped up, with the ID also in English.

[Fuck! I've encountered a warrior! A warrior wearing full armor! He can jump more than five meters high!]

He smashed the big rock next to me with one punch! He's walking towards me now! Oh God! He's coming!

What did he say? It sounded like someone wanted to see me?

Oh no! I can't understand what he's saying! I asked him in English, but he didn't seem to understand either!

Oh my God! He's grabbed me by the neck! Help! Fuck!

The message also came to an abrupt end.

The West Island Channel was completely in an uproar.

All the Western players finally realized what was happening.

This world is not the backward world they imagined, waiting for them to conquer and colonize.

Here you'll find warriors who can shatter rocks with a single punch, and wizards who can read memories.

These capitalists, gang leaders, and nobles who wield immense power in reality are nothing more than a bunch of ants who can't even speak in the eyes of the people in this world.

Money, power, and status in the real world are worthless here.

In the end, this world is ruled by force.

And they couldn't even understand what was being said.