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"are you going?"

"why not?"

"If you go, your role could be..."

"If you lose a character, you can create another one; if you lose items, you can farm them. Even if it's a rare mount, you can find a replacement if you really want it. But if you don't go crazy during your youth, it's really over!"

After saying this, Old D took out his Hearthstone and activated it. Watching Old D disappear in the teleportation light, Zhiyuan also reached out and activated the Wizard's teleporter. In an instant, she also disappeared from the spot.

——————————————Tannis's dividing line————————————————————

"This is absolutely torture!"

Seated in New Granzan, Tannis carefully controlled her power, bombarding the attacking 'Legion players' with minimal damage, attempting to send them away—after several encounters with these players, Tannis had realized the insidious nature of this tactic—her attacks would further damage the will of these already tormented souls, bringing them closer to 'nothingness,' and the attacks from these suffering souls would continuously weaken her power. Once the time was right, Sargeras and the others would inevitably pull her back to their demiplane—at that point, the situation would become complicated!

'If we also had players... never mind, what are you thinking! The Fourth Calamity that can't be resurrected... huh?'

Under Tannis's watchful gaze, another portal opened, and several adventurers who were clearly on her side rushed out. They brandished their weapons, shouted, and engaged in a fierce battle with the adventurers on the Legion's side. In an instant, the situation changed!

'How did they get here? These characters aren't reborn! They have no souls... Wait a minute?'

Upon seeing the string of data that popped up on the instrument panel, Tannis's face showed a look of 'surprise' for the first time.

"Could it be that World of Warcraft... has conscripted these characters?"

83. The nature of the created universe

“…”

Tannis sat cross-legged on the ground, watching the player characters bouncing around in front of her with a subtle look. Although she knew very well that these players were "data bodies" injected with 'virtual souls' and sent to this crevice, on the surface, they really... completely replicated all the player's actions!

"World of Warcraft, that thing..."

Staring at the night elf players who had changed into bizarre costumes and started dancing, Tanis felt her lips twitch—admittedly, these player characters had solved a lot of trouble for her—the Legion players were no longer able to fight her for a while, and she finally had enough time to slowly find her way back to her coordinates, but she just wanted to complain.

'In its mind, are all players like this...?'

The master tinker typed away, calmly watching a minotaur character riding a rare mount hop and skip over his head, then back again. He desperately tried to stay calm—these guys were data, not real people. If they were real...

'It'll probably go even further—unless it's a military role—come to think of it, I don't see any military roles among these dispatched personnel?'

Tannis's expression gradually lost its luster as she quickly imagined how real players would react. However, she soon noticed a strange detail: none of the players who theoretically constituted the largest group—the military side, or rather, the professional military players dispatched by the United Nations—were among these player characters!

'Is it that there aren't any, or are the military players not meeting certain conditions? Given the importance of the network system to Earth, it's highly likely they're not meeting the conditions... If that's the case, the number of reinforcements available is at least three times less than estimated... Oh well! Having any reinforcements at all is already good enough! We're already short of cannon fodder!'

Although it was a bit of a shame that the military players couldn't come to support them, the Great Tinker quickly put that matter out of his mind—with players, even character-based players, supporting them would make things much easier, after all, they were the Fourth... Calamity?

'Wait, am I missing some detail?'

Tannis, who was rapidly planning her next move, suddenly paused. She quickly glanced at the players who had just fought, comparing their images to those from when she first entered the battle. To her astonishment, she discovered...

'Why do they change their costumes after every round? Could it be...?'

--------------Earth--------------------

"Aaaaaah! Breaking email! My phoenix mount is gone!!"

"Phoenix? Just farm that thing, I heard some people here even got their Blizzard Bears flying!"

"My Wind Sword..."

"Don't even mention anything that isn't rare and out of print! The agreement clearly states that our characters may suffer 'extremely irreparable' losses—damn it! My transmog set is gone!"

"You yourself were shouting quite enthusiastically too..."

On Earth's forums, chat groups, and even some live-streaming platforms, players from all over the world are frantically discussing something that seems heartbreaking to hear—not long ago, World of Warcraft... well, or rather, the aggregated data of World of Warcraft? proactively contacted the United Nations, informing humanity that it had a way to support the warriors fighting in another universe, but the method of support... well, it's a bit too much for the players...

"By the way! I remember the military has a lot of quick-training roles, right? Did you send them over?"

"It seems those characters are unusable. In World of Warcraft terms, they don't leave any mark. Even if you force them on, they can't even reach the strength of a level 10 alt. It's better not to use them at all."

"...That's strange, why weren't we forced to take on any roles?"

"It seems to be related to the branding too. Anyway, things are... never mind, this game has been shrouded in mystery ever since World of Warcraft went berserk..."

"But just waiting like this is a bit uncomfortable. At least let us know a little about the progress next door, right?"

"Now we can only wait—anyway, if the other side loses, we'll most likely lose internet right away... The fact that we can still brag means that at least the other side is still playing."

"Even so... it's still so frustrating not being there for this decisive battle..."

"Well, considering this involves multiple time travels, it's already good enough that there's something to participate in—hmm?"

Just as Old D was typing away on his keyboard, lamenting the current situation with his group members, his email started beeping. Hearing this sound, which was the last thing Old D wanted to hear, he sighed, opened his email, and wanted to see what was missing from his account.

"That was the mount just now, but a few pets are missing further on. Could it be that the transformation has disappeared this time...? Uh, what's the sender?"

When Old D saw that the sender's name wasn't World of Warcraft but some kind of "Great Tinker," his spirits immediately lifted. From the previous events, he knew that this strange character, who didn't exist in the regular World of Warcraft timeline, while greedy for money, always traded fairly. Now that they had suffered such heavy losses, perhaps...

Having figured things out, Old D quickly opened the email, glanced at its contents, and grinned from ear to ear. At the same time, someone in his group chat started typing rapidly.

"Did you guys receive the email from Tennys the Great Tinker? She said she'll give us some rare items as compensation afterwards!"

"No?"

"I received it, I'll show you a screenshot."

"Is this really Tannis the great tinkerer, or just some random spam email from someone?"

"I don't think so. If I were to make jokes at this time, I think I'd be found out and beaten to death by the real person."

"I hope it's a mount!"

"What a lousy mount! You all saw Tanis's maid Sunderland, she might just give us some awesome NPC followers!"

I think...

Soon, the players' attention was drawn to the new good news, and Old D joined in the laughter and chatter while typing on his keyboard. However, amidst the laughter, the question still lingered in the players' minds.

That is—what's really going on on the front lines? Are those heroes from other worlds really alright? And, are their roles actually being helpful?

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

"This is the first time I've seen you so generous, actually giving things away to others. Where did that money-grubbing Tennys the Great Tinker go?"

In what should now be considered a safe zone in the demiplane where the planes were transitioning, Iggy, having successfully torn open a portal and brought a bunch of players with him, landed face-first with some dirt still on his body. He half-squatted down, watching Tannis input information into the player characters who were about to go out to fight, and couldn't help but express that this was simply a miracle that had happened from the west.

“They made their losses for us, even though these are just intangible figures to them. But a loss is a loss, and I feel bad if I don’t do something about it. Besides, it’s questionable whether we can even give them anything later.”

After completing this round of input, Tannis clapped her hands, stood up, looked at the group of player characters who had been resurrected beside her, wearing new equipment and charging into the battlefield with high morale, and sighed softly.

"The coordinates are already locked if we want to return to our main fleet."

“I know, but if we go back, we won’t achieve our strategic goals—continuous advances won’t truly pose a threat to them—without eliminating the three of them, it’s all for nothing.”

After saying this, Tannis tapped her mechanical assistant a few more times, scanned the battlefield ahead, and her expression became increasingly solemn.

"The soul strength of those victims has already begun to decline. Undoubtedly, if this continues, we will not fare well in the end."

"But we don't have a choice right now. Before we even figure out the specific rules of how this world works, we're always on the defensive. If it weren't for the support of these player characters, some of our souls would probably already be their spoils... We really just have to take it one step at a time now—wait, what do you mean?"

Just as Iggy was rubbing her crystal ball, grumbling about how bad the current situation was, her crystal ball suddenly lit up, and then a symbol floated out, followed by the voice of a friend she had just met.

"Li Min? How did you manage to contact me? Did you discover something valuable...? Huh? You figured out how this world works? What? A shelter?"

————————————————Diablo's dividing line————————————————

On the earth, flames burned and blood pools boiled. The sun in the sky had long been swallowed by thick clouds, no longer shining down. The air was filled with a stench.

In this true hell, a figure in robes, holding a precious orb, is chanting softly, guiding deadly spells to bombard hordes of monsters rushing towards her. Beside her, another mage wielding a staff is continuously summoning deadly blizzards. Slightly ahead, a flamboyant warrior in golden armor, holding a shield, is desperately trying to defend against a gigantic monster. A little behind the two mages, an archer is continuously firing a rain of arrows, sweeping away the remaining enemies.

'This is incredibly exciting! Is this the true fighting power of a Nephalem? Full runes, full skills! Full passives! Is there anything more OP than this?'

Watching the enormous claw that was slamming down on him be easily blasted into dust by Li Min's arcane bomb, M was completely speechless. As someone who couldn't function normally in reality, while he didn't object to using his character to support the battle in 'another world,' he subconsciously hoped to personally come to this world to fight. However, initially, he didn't expect his dream to come true. After all, all the signs indicated that the only beings who could reach this world, besides those from another world, were reborn individuals—and the reborn individuals had been sent back!

"Why can you be a paladin mercenary, but I can only be a woman?"

Z's slightly resentful voice reached M's ears.

"Haha... Rogue mercenaries are pretty classic characters—by the way, are we the only two controlling the characters here?"

"currently."

Before Z could answer, Isendra's voice rang in M's ear.

"at present?"

M paused slightly, realizing the unspoken meaning behind the word.

"The creation method of this world is almost identical to that of 'Sanctuary'—although these 'time instances' that separate us seem to have the shadow of the Azeroth system, you also know that the game Diablo, which corresponds to our Sanctuary world, does not lack this kind of time instance module."

Li Min fiddled with the crystal ball in her hand, looking at the scene displayed within, and then shared her discovery.

"And the essence of these time-based copies is actually just these..."

Isendra picked up where Li Min left off, sketching out a series of diagrams. Looking at the terrifying things depicted in these diagrams, M and Z, even though they were in virtual mode, felt a chill run down their spines—they roughly knew what these things were, but they still felt it necessary to confirm.

"What are these?"

"These are the souls of those 'reborn' who followed the Legion—in this world, their souls have been transformed back from digital to their original form and have become the building blocks of this world—once their plan is completed, these souls, along with our souls, will be merged together to become a Worldstone, and due to the special nature of this stone, your World of Warcraft will become a place like the 'backyard' of this world."

Isendra opened her hand and made a grasping motion in the air. Although they didn't see anything, M and Z saw some 'cracks'.

"Admittedly, having us and these souls mutually attrition seems like a brilliant two-birds-with-one-stone strategy. Utilizing the Sanctuary rules prevents World of Warcraft from directly influencing the world born from it, thus forcing them to send players here as simulated souls. However..."

After saying this, Isendra squeezed her staff hard, and lightning began to surge. Some monsters that rushed out of the darkness had just appeared when they were turned into charred remains by the mage's chain lightning.

"Shelterhouses—they're not really places to resist 'outsiders'!"

84. A completed 'bridge'

Sanctuary, the birthplace of the Diablo series, is a place born of error but returning to protection. In Blizzard's story, this realm was created by angels weary of the High Heavens and Lilith, a high-ranking demon of Hell, along with their minions. The Nephalem, who roam the Diablo universe, also originated in this world.

However, the story Blizzard has etched in its narrative differs slightly from the actual story of Sanctuary.

"I've read your records of our story, and frankly, I'm surprised because they're so detailed—even details I don't remember are included. Our story hasn't circulated widely in the shelter; even in the places we've been, only fragments of our tales have been left behind. After all, before Li Min, Diablo was just too fantastical, too distant for most people..."

As Isendra summoned the Flame Hydra, which, together with his apprentice, burned a bunch of clueless creatures to ashes, he continued speaking.

"However, when I browsed through your records of the past, I discovered an interesting problem. In your records, the angels and demons first created the Sanctuary, then fell in love and created the power of Nephalem, and finally sealed the power of Nephalem. But in reality, within the Sanctuary, this order was not followed."