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"A long time ago, since the destruction of our world."

Do they know?

“They chose a different path. Of course, we were almost ready to give up too—but we saw an opportunity, a chance to bring our vanished home planet back to life on the only timeline.”

"An opportunity...that's interesting."

Illidan unfurled the enormous bat wings on his back, and a fel aura surged across them.

“If you solve this problem, I will submit a bill to the Council of Azeroth—I’m giving you the chance, demon.”

———————————————Strange dividing line——————————————————

Pain, torment.

The player who had joined the legion was at a loss for words to describe his current predicament.

In the beginning, he joined the Legion by dying because the real world had disappointed him. The repetitive stories day after day crushed his nerves, and all kinds of failures stimulated his spirit. At first, he did not choose to die because the world after death was shrouded in mist and unknown. However, after the world after death became clear, death was no longer a bad choice.

'I want to prove to others that they lack vision, not that I'm useless!'

With this in mind, this player—or rather, the soul that may not have been a player before—used the ritual described in the article published online before ending his life in the material world. He successfully joined the Legion, the opposing side on Earth, and gained immense power. From that day on, he continuously fought against Earth and forces from another Azerothian alliance, achieving considerable results. In fact, judging solely from the data, the Legion players' achievements were far more astonishing than those of the Earth players.

However, after a brief period of advantage, the biggest problem for the Legion players began to surface: the issue of numbers. Admittedly, both sides had unlimited supplies and unlimited manpower, but when one side had an absolute numerical advantage, infinity could not play a decisive role in some respects.

Thus, the Legion players, like him, accepted without hesitation the terrifying suggestion of 'Amon'—whom they all knew was a reborn player—to extract and enhance a portion of their 'emotional' data, constructing a world of their own, and then use this world to launch a full-scale attack on Azeroth! According to 'Amon', the current world rules still follow 'World of Warcraft,' so to achieve victory, the rules must first be destroyed!

They succeeded and they failed. As a whole, they succeeded, but as individuals, they failed.

'When, when will I be able to leave this place!'

Looking at the unchanging scenery that had started a new cycle even after completing the game, the player felt a sense of 'collapse' spreading through his heart. Playing games and competing can certainly be enjoyable, but when playing games becomes a job without being able to judge time, what follows is an indescribable torment!

Just as he roared helplessly twice, sat down on the ground in despair, and prepared to passively resist, he discovered that a corner of the enclosed space he was in had appeared with a swirling, dark green mist that he had never seen before.

"what is that?"

With the thought that 'sitting here is a waste of time anyway,' the Legion-affiliated resurrected one stood up, walked closer to the cloud of mist, and reached out to touch it—since he wouldn't really die, courting death was definitely the best solution.

The next moment, his consciousness froze, and then his entire character transformed into a stream of light, merging into the mist.

————————————Death Star Fortress————————————————————

Walking back and forth.

Walking back and forth.

The Great Tinker hadn't felt this uneasy in a long time. As the players were sent back to their hometowns one by one, the fragmented information gradually pieced together, roughly presenting everyone's experiences to her. The answer left her dumbfounded, and for the first time, Tannis felt somewhat lost.

"Since World of Warcraft is essentially a game made up of 'timeline fragments,' this characteristic existed until the timeline was forged. Sargeras exploited this feature, capturing almost everyone's 'incorrect time' fragments! The reason I wasn't affected is because I'm very likely the only one! This tower is basically an infinite dungeon—they probably won't have much trouble escaping, the problem is! Time!"

Just as Tennyson's mind began to race with crazy thoughts due to the immense pressure, a signal from someone on her glasses suddenly lit up. This gave her a jolt of excitement.

"Illidan? You successfully escaped?"

“I received help from the Nathrezim, and they went to help others. They deciphered part of the operating logic of this spacetime trap and are retrieving Legion-side respawners from it as key computing nodes.”

"Nathrezim? Looks like they're doing pretty well?"

Tannis was taken aback at first when she heard this, but then she realized what it meant.

"They want to revive their home planet."

"Even with this digitized timeline, reviving a planet that has vanished into time is no easy task—if they can be a crucial step, I have no objection. What about you, Illidan?"

"I don't care."

As he said this, Illidan stretched out his hand and projected a planet. Tanys could see clearly that this was Sargeras's prison planet.

"However, having more jailers won't hurt."

79. The Final Moment

Argus Palace, Throne of the Three Gods.

Sargeras, Amon, and Diablo sat in their respective seats, forming a circle, quietly guiding a dazzling orb of light before them. This orb was originally created by the 'Original Amon,' but now they held control of it. Within the orb, countless bubbles were being generated and annihilated, creating magnificent scenes—clearly, this orb contained 'time fragments' from other timelines.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Sargeras opened his eyes.

Something has happened.

Immediately after Sargeras opened his eyes, it was Amon who did.

“They are disconnecting from us—slowly, but definitely.”

Finally, Diablo opened his eyes, and behind him, thousands of flames began to surge wildly. If someone looked closely, they would be surprised to find that words were floating in these flames, and each word undoubtedly represented a player.

"But I haven't found the reason—it's as if they were suddenly shut down by my order—but now, apart from the three of us, no one in the entire Legion has the authority—Kil'jaeden and Archimonde's behavior patterns have collapsed, and the other high demons have become mere inlays, only able to fight as 'highly intelligent soldiers.' What could possibly usurp some control?"

Sargeras was somewhat perplexed when he uttered those words. As the true ruler of this realm, the aggregate of programs, even though the world's algorithms had begun to become chaotic, it had incorporated a large number of chaotic algorithms into its core. However, Sargeras's main confidence in the fight still stemmed from this region of unconventional program algorithms. It had almost complete control over the flow of all data here—even the intrusion on Tannis's side was under its surveillance—but it simply couldn't find the reason why these links were broken.

"The unknown is inevitable, Sargeras—we cannot calculate the future development of this world; we can only guide the outcome toward the outcome we need—if the guidance fails, cutting our losses in time will be the necessary choice."

Amon spoke in a somber tone. As a fragment attached to Amon, it had long understood the principle that plans could not keep up with changes. Therefore, it was not flustered at all in the face of this situation—the priority was to get what it could get first.

"The speed at which the soul is disconnected from the world is accelerating, Sargeras. You must make a decision as soon as possible."

The flames deep within Diablo's pupils churned slightly—as the true soul-manipulating being among these three, even now, as merely a data fragment, Diablo could clearly capture the emotional fluctuations that other beings could not quantify and convert them into valuable data streams. This made him, despite being the God of Destruction in Diablo, currently serve a role similar to that of a Game Master.

"snort...."

Seeing the sphere of light, its radiance now somewhat dimmed, Sargeras reached out, placed his hand on it, and gently squeezed it. Instantly, countless nascent worlds within the sphere transformed into a cloud of dust, merging into the already formed world before them. Suddenly, the shapes of those worlds became clearer.

"Let's begin the final ceremony."

————————————Strange dividing line————————————————————

"I simply can't imagine! There's a timeline where I'm a fire priest who sided with Ragnaros! And the most insane kind at that! How could I do something like that?"

The moment Sargeras shattered the remaining, largely useless, worlds, the characters lured into these time traps—whether they had already escaped with the help of the Dreadlords and were on their way back, or were desperately fighting within them—were all repelled by a powerful force and revived one after another in their original locations. As soon as Brann returned to the fortress, he began loudly complaining. As a non-combatant, he hadn't traversed many worlds, but these worlds had all left a deep impression on him! He never imagined he would have so many… well, opportunities to become a villain!

"What's so exciting about that, Brian? Judging from your tone, you seem to have encountered a relatively normal version of yourself. I haven't seen a single normal version of myself along the way—either a fel elf, or a Salian, and the most outrageous one was even a lackey of Darkan, helping Arthas invade Silvermoon City."

Beside Brian, Iggy felt utterly powerless. Having traveled to other timelines of Draenor, and after speculating on the possible truths of these 'duplications,' she had mentally prepared herself for the kinds of versions of herself she might encounter. However, what she hadn't anticipated was that the other timeline versions of herself she met perfectly illustrated that there's no limit to how despicable one can be...

"If it's considered normal to give up one's dreams and become a drunkard in Ironforge because of one's second brother's death... well, if I had known this at the wrong time, it might have been true..."

Recalling the first version of himself he encountered, a complete mess, Brian felt a lingering fear. Admittedly, he now knew his second brother hadn't died, but back then he didn't. If it weren't for a crucial archaeological research project that forced him to suppress his grief...

"Gentlemen, while I understand you all want to actively discuss your experiences in other timelines, I think the most urgent matter right now is not exchanging experiences..."

Just as Brian and Iggy were happily exchanging experiences about how outrageous their alternate timelines were, an untimely, clearly not-so-human voice reached their ears. Knowing who the voice came from, Brian shrugged and looked in the direction of the voice. There, a gigantic dreadlord had already emerged from the portal.

“Varimasas...”

As the great demon, recorded in the Book of the Legion but long since vanished, reappeared, Brian's voice carried a hint of solemnity. Apart from Illidan and a few others, everyone else in the hall gripped their weapons tightly. Well, the Raynor trio from StarCraft were confused about the situation, while the master and apprentice duo from Sanctuary were somewhat puzzled as to why Azeroth had a legitimate demon.

However, having already anticipated being stared at with strange looks, the Dreadlord ignored the hostile gazes around him and calmly walked to the large screen. He reached out, pulled out a string of data, and entered it. The next moment, the scene deep within the chaotic universe appeared before everyone's eyes.

"It's a decisive battle."

80. The End of the Universe

Earth, USA, Blizzard Entertainment, Digital World Countermeasures Center.

In this most important department on Earth, which now boasts the computing power of all the world's best supercomputers, thousands of scholars, PhDs, qualified programmers, and technocrats have been working tirelessly for nearly two days and nights without sleep. They are analyzing, capturing, and searching for every possible clue in this sea of ​​programs, a world that is, in some ways, completely unfamiliar to humankind, providing various forms of support to the warriors battling in the data world. But now, a true obstacle has appeared before them.

"Absolutely not! Just like you! I couldn't find any data codes in that area identified as the 'core area'!"

Next to a dedicated computer, a scholar typed on the keyboard, watching the data refresh rapidly on the screen, and gave a preliminary analytical conclusion that was almost identical to that of the others.

"However, the report from Azeroth is that there is something there."

A technocrat projected several images onto a projection screen on the wall. These images, all from the programmed world, were visible to the naked eye; the area identified as the 'black zone' was twinkling with starlight.

"From a programming perspective, that area is a completely uncoded area—a blank space with nothing in it."

"This does not conform to the facts."

"I don't doubt the technology and vision of our allies, but the procedural fact is that there's nothing in that area, sir—beyond the border, all procedures disappear."

"call....."

Knowing that this was definitely not a problem that humans on Earth could solve, the senior official at the countermeasures center let out a heavy sigh and looked up at another large screen, on which the orderly troop deployment inside the Death Star fortress was being displayed.

"Let them know that we can't find the answer here, and we can only leave everything to them."

————————————Inside the Death Star Fortress————————————————

"No data area? That's impossible!"

Upon hearing this, Khadgar's first thought was, "Could Sargeras have severed all data links on Earth?" His second thought was, "That's impossible. Does that mean that area really is a data-free region?"

"In this world, even the void has its corresponding chaos and disorder, utterly impossible things—or rather, logically impossible things—but these things..."

Nazgorin, the tribe's best programming veteran, frowned as he slid his fingers across the virtual screen in front of him, trying to find any possible errors in Earth's analysis. However, after a quick scan, Nazgorin had to admit that at least the code parameters he was looking at didn't seem to have any major problems.

"This means that over there, we are highly likely to be facing a world where either the data is constructed using codes that no human programming language can write, or..."

When she said those words, Tannis's expression was extremely solemn. Looking at the Great Tinker's solemn expression, Kerrigan and Iggy, whose thoughts were always wandering, exchanged a glance and saw a look of astonishment in each other's eyes—they had thought of a certain possibility and felt that this possibility was very high!

"Either it has become a physical universe that is being created according to 'their' will—or rather, a corrupted physical universe—linked to the bridge program universe called 'World of Warcraft'—if it is a physical universe, non-reborn players may not be able to help, while reborn players... in the past, may have faced a second death."

"A physical universe? Even World of Warcraft didn't become a physical universe, how could they..."

Brian, who knew the true nature of World of Warcraft, exclaimed in astonishment.

"Brian, World of Warcraft is essentially an information universe anchored to Earth. Unless the last person on Earth forgets Azeroth, World of Warcraft will eternally exist as an information universe. No matter how much information is injected, it will only act as a recorder, silently recording everything related to Azeroth—our story, the players' story, the story of those who know Azeroth and strive for it—which is why deceased players are reborn in this world because of our arrival—because they themselves have become part of the story, leaving their footprints in the timeline. But those three are different; they are connecting the 'collected fragments of information' as much as possible. Those cosmic fragments have no connection to Earth, and with the right methods..."

"Even if our timeline is wiped out, as long as Earth doesn't forget Azeroth, will our legend still remain here?"

"Judging from the manifestation of the spirit in 'World of Warcraft', yes."

"Um... Tanis the Tinkerer, what will happen once Sargeras' universe takes shape?"

Zhiyuan stood beside Tannis, looked at the solemn-faced Great Repairer, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"With insufficient information, I can only speculate. If these three successfully forge their own universes, they will most likely use their connection to this world, leveraging a physical universe as a backing, to usurp control of the Warcraft universe, which is now essentially a 'bridge.' Originally, its predecessor was an aggregation of bugged programs, essentially a shadow of Warcraft. Once they obtain Warcraft, they will have the opportunity to project their will in reverse onto other corresponding timelines, making themselves 'unique,' and then..."