Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

victory.

Then came the victory.

In the end, it was still a victory.

These golden victories stand in stark contrast to the gray, decaying scenes that preceded them.

This is the power of gamers.

Countless moments of "failure" flashed across the sky, followed by countless scenes of "reversal".

They flashed by like a revolving lantern, each failure corresponding to a rollback, and each rollback corresponding to a new attempt.

Ultimately, all the images came together to form a single sentence.

Regardless of the circumstances, players will always find the optimal solution.

Silence reigns over all realms.

That was not ordinary silence.

It's suffocation.

The Fourth Calamity... or rather, the player.

Their trial-and-error costs are too low.

This is the shared sentiment of countless civilizations at this moment.

Every decision they made was made with extreme caution.

A small mistake could destroy the world and plunge the entire civilization into utter ruin.

Every step must be taken with utmost care, because there is no second chance.

The Fourth Calamity can be attempted an infinite number of times, failed an infinite number of times, and restarted an infinite number of times.

For players

The voice from the sky rose again, calm as if stating a fact.

When they started this game

When they entered this world

The fate of this world has already been sealed.

—Warhammer World—

Holy Terra

The lone figure on the golden throne suddenly emitted a burst of psionic energy.

That was a bitter smile.

a thousand years.

He spent ten thousand years fighting against chaos, ten thousand years protecting humanity, and ten thousand years waiting for an answer.

Every step was fraught with danger, and every decision could potentially destroy the entire empire.

He cannot fail, much less start over.

Failure is the end.

There is no second chance.

Isn't he sitting here now precisely because he didn't have the opportunity to choose again back then?

If he were to go back to the past, he wouldn't need an unlimited number of chances, just one.

He can solve the problem by trying again.

Even if it can't be completely resolved, the situation will definitely be better than it is now.

Eye of Fear

Abaddon's smile vanished completely.

As he looked at the reversed images on the sky, at those moments of "replaying" time and time again, he suddenly felt that his ten thousand years of life had been a joke.

“We’ve been fighting for ten thousand years,” his voice was hoarse as an abyss, “Every war, every conspiracy, every betrayal—it’s all a one-time thing.”

He paused.

"And they—they can start over an infinite number of times."

He gazed at the silent beings deep within the subspace.

"Chaos Gods...can you start over?"

There was no response from the subspace.

—The World of Iron Collapse—

The Immortal Ship "Luofu"

Jingyuan's teacup finally slipped from his hand.

Broken to the ground.

He didn't pick it up.

Centuries.

He lived for nearly seven hundred years, saw countless enemies, experienced countless battles, and protected countless lives.

Every step was taken with great care, and every decision was weighed carefully.

Because he knew there was no second chance.

But the players on the sky...

“Taibuke.” His voice was hoarse.

Fu Xuan stood behind him.

"I'm here."

"Tell me, what would it be like if we could go back in time—to these past few hundred years?"

Fu Xuan remained silent for a long time.

"...it will be even more perfect."

“It will be even more perfect,” Jing Yuan repeated. “More perfect, but lighter.”

He looked out the window at the ancient sea of ​​Lin Yuan Realm.

"Because every perfection is achieved through countless failures. And we—we only have one chance, so every step is crucial."

He paused.

"And they—they can be light."

——StarCraft World——

Renault's voice was hoarse as he silently repeated the word.

"Rollback".

"We've been fighting the Zerg for thirty years. How many people have died? How many comrades have we lost? How much despair have we endured?"

"But they—they can start over. Dead comrades come back to life after a reload. Lost planets return after a reload. The despair they experienced—it never happened after a reload."

The fourth natural disaster...

If someone appeared in my world and was there to guide me... I don't know if that's good or bad.

For players

The voice from the sky rose again, calm as if stating a fact.

When they started this game

When they entered this world

The fate of this world has already been sealed.

Countless worlds fell silent.

The ending was already predetermined...

They can restart the world countless times for a title, an achievement, or even just a tiny interest in a different path.

The screen flashed across various game interfaces.

Achievements list. Title display. Story branch options.

Each tiny icon corresponds to countless restarts.

[A rebellion by the native inhabitants of this world?]

A scene flashes by: the allied fleet is assembled, its momentum overwhelming.

[The power to transcend this world?]

Another scene flashes by: the creatures of the virtual realm struggle and writhe, trying to fight back.

Do you believe you can defeat them?

Another scene flashes by: a leader of a certain civilization delivers a passionate speech, calling on the people to rise up in resistance.

Then--

For them, this at most just extends the game time a little more.

The image freezes.

Those resistances, those strengths, those beliefs—all only extended the game time by three minutes.

If they lose interest, they might directly alter the underlying logic of this world.

Screen switch.

The world's data flow began to distort.

The laws of physics have been rewritten, causal relationships have been overturned, and all known laws have become a joke.