Make Azeroth breathtaking

"Is it just a matter of seeing... Oh well, seeing is good enough."

After struggling for a while, Old D gave up on treatment, opened the door to get something to eat while watching. Just as he moved, the scene on the screen underwent a subtle change—from character combat to a door he was very familiar with, the Dark Portal, and then, it turned into an obelisk that looked like the entrance to a Diablo 3 Rift!

"...can't read."

Old D ran to the computer and typed a few more times, but still got nothing. He sighed and prepared to repeat his actions. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob again, a call from the infiltration center lit up on his phone screen.

"Is this Mr. D? Please proceed to the infiltration center immediately."

————————————A high-energy particle laboratory———————————————

"After this incident is over, the entire physics system will have to be rewritten."

In this laboratory specifically designed for observing microscopic environments, a gray-haired physicist took his hands off the keyboard, looked at the completed file transfer on the screen, and gently shook his head. Back when World of Warcraft was just beginning its self-evolution, he had worried about the massive, irreversible losses that would result from the destruction of human electronic civilization. But now, with parallel worlds and souls—and even more bizarre things—being revealed one by one, the entire physics community had descended into a frenzy, and scholars like him now had most of what they had learned before... well, perhaps they needed to rewrite.

"At least we humans have seen a path to the future, although that path is still somewhat uncertain."

Another scholar, who had tidied up the documents on his desk, said the same thing.

"Indeed, after that, some things that existed only in theory could be rightfully put into study."

As he said this, the old scholar picked up a paper from his desk, looked at what was written on it, and smiled gently.

"We'll be busy too, won't we?"

————————————United Nations, Countermeasures Centre——————————————————

"I have to admit, even after going through all this, I still feel these things are just too..."

"Science fiction?"

A technocrat picked up where the programmer left off, then picked up his water glass.

"Don't even mention you, even science fiction writers would find the current situation sci-fi—it's like the entire human civilization system has suddenly jumped to the point of widespread quantum civilization—and judging from this trend, human civilization will continue to be entangled with these worlds—and even more worlds. But at least we have the network world as a filter."

"Yes, but only if we win the war."

"I'm confident they will win, because the current situation reminds me of a certain Japanese anime."

"You mean Digimon? The players who get called out in World of Warcraft are the 'Chosen Children'?"

You saw it too?

"It's an analogy—however, most of these selected children are no longer children."

“What matters to a child is not their age, but their heart—those eight badges represent that heart.”

"Haha, that's true. But hearing what you said, those who weren't chosen must be very sad, right?"

"No, no, no..."

The technocrat held up a finger and wagged it, a mysterious expression playing on his lips.

"You can't say anything definitively."

—————————————Half-Dimension Battlefield Universe————————————————————

"Left, left, left! Don't block the way!!"

"Stop playing like that! You've dealt enough damage!"

"Where's the wet nurse?! Where is the wet nurse?"

"A meteorite is coming! Focus fire!!"

"Wa Wang is charging! Hurry up and follow! Don't waste time!"

In the midst of a battlefield, the players' characters are following Varian and the Sky-Devouring Wolf, wielding various weapons and equipment, fiercely attacking and defending against the Legion's 'players' in front of them. Strangely, however, these players would occasionally shout out a line, as if someone were controlling them.

However, it's true that someone is controlling these players... With the help of information provided by ** and having collected enough microparticle resources, World of Warcraft successfully used the 'Diablo's' dungeon mechanics to permeate and connect itself to this world, creating a Game Center within 'World of Warcraft' and summoning players. Now, the selected players are using 'game devices' within World of Warcraft to command characters in battle on this battlefield.

"This kind of operation reminds me of when we first started exploring this world of World of Warcraft."

Varian, controlling the Great Varian, swept off the head of something that appeared to be a Greater Demon but could not be identified with a single sword strike. He then blasted away a writhing mass in the distance that looked like some kind of nest with two shots. With a flick of his cloak, he burned away the air force that was swooping down on him. The whole action was swift, clean, and pleasing to the eye.

"While the player characters have indeed performed much better than before and can understand our commands, which has improved the situation considerably, we are still at a disadvantage in terms of attrition warfare—our fleet is advancing too slowly, and we cannot engage them in a decisive battle in the short term—if we do not want to be trapped here, we must resolve the issue before the timelines diverge."

King Gene's Sky-Devouring Wolf swept across the battlefield, tearing apart any enemies it encountered along the way. The weapons equipped around him fired continuously, turning his path a fiery red.

"According to Tennyson the Tinker, we are currently in a 'transition phase,' and once the transition is complete, we will see the balance of power."

Varian brandished his sword, whipping up a fierce wind, and his enemies fell to the ground one after another.

"She... no, what are they planning now? Could it be that they really intend to drag the human souls from that Earth over? That's impossible, and absolutely unnecessary!"

"Think about it, they even refused help from the reborn, how could they possibly do such a thing? However, as far as I know, the details of this plan seem to be related to the Nephalem mechanics of the Sanctuary world—but all of this has nothing to do with us—what we need to do now is fight as much as possible! Fight until that so-called turning point arrives!"

"Haha! You're right!"

Gene laughed wildly, the wolf transformed into human form, raised the large-caliber gun on his wrist, locked onto the enemy in front of him, and sprayed out a near-white-hot plasma stream.

"Let us continue the fight!"

86. Hope, Dreams, Despair

Everyone has a youthful period.

Most men live with a boy inside them until they die.

In the hearts of young people, there is often a dream of being a hero—regardless of good or evil—a kind-hearted young person dreams of becoming a knight-errant, a hero, a knight, dreaming of embarking on a fantastic journey with companions they can entrust their backs to, dreaming of having a magnificent battle like the protagonists in novels and anime, leaving their own legend in the world, so that even when they are old and frail, lying in bed, they can still have stories to tell with a smile to their children and grandchildren gathered around their bedside.

However, as they grow older and face the harsh realities of life, their dreams, like a weathered painting, gradually lose their color. Perhaps while reading novels, playing games, or in the quiet of the night, men who have entered society and started families, or those who are still single, will find their hearts irresistibly drawn back to their youth, to the time when their hearts were free to roam, when they could laugh and talk about fantasies with their friends without being ridiculed. But men know that those things have been permanently left in their childhood.

But now, the boy's dream is so clearly presented to Old D. In fact, before this, Old D, who had infiltrated World of Warcraft and joined the Great Battle to Save the Earth, felt that his teenage dream had been realized. But he never expected that he would experience an even greater surprise!

"What's going on? Wasn't I just using the computer that World of Warcraft provided for me?"

Old D, realizing his surroundings had suddenly changed, raised his hands, staring at them in disbelief. Undoubtedly, they were human hands, the hands of a teenager. He recognized the gloves on those hands—gloves he could no longer wear, his favorite gloves from his childhood role-playing games with his friends. He also recognized his clothes—his middle school uniform, buried deep in a pile of clothes, which he could no longer wear!

"Ah, it looks like it's done!"

Just as Old D was about to open the communication channel to ask others if they knew what was going on, Tannis's voice rang in his ears. Old D looked up and saw New Gransen standing quietly in front of him.

"Tannis the Great Tinker, what is this?"

"This is a complicated matter to explain; frankly, I'm still a bit unclear about the specifics of how it worked, but anyway, it's done."

The Great Tinker's voice said things that made Old D even more confused. He couldn't understand his current situation at all—clearly, he realized that the Allied Forces had pulled some kind of trick again, but what use was he in this situation?

"Wow!!!"

Suddenly, the cheers coming from beside Old D caught his attention. When Old D turned around, he realized that several children who looked to be no older than eighteen and no younger than ten had appeared beside him. Like him, they were dressed in school uniforms. Clearly, they were players who had suddenly entered this place, just like him!

"Hello, my partner, nice to meet you. Please take care of me."

Suddenly, another voice rang in Old D's ears. This voice was so unfamiliar, yet so familiar.

"you are?"

Old D turned around and looked incredulously at the being standing beside him—he recognized it as his World of Warcraft character, but the liveliness in his eyes seemed genuine—his character was alive?

"They can't be considered truly alive, but they're not just puppets you entered into 'World of Warcraft' either. They are the embodiment of your childhood dreams; they are a part of you, yet not a part of you—the reason your projections in this world are all of you as teenagers is because the deepest dreams in your hearts during your youth sustain their existence."

Iggy's giant robot, billowing black smoke, landed in front of the crowd, uttering lines that were incredibly cringeworthy and could trigger endless embarrassment, yet were undeniably classic.

"Young man, what are your dreams?"

Old D and the people around him listened blankly to what Iqi was saying, and found that they actually thought these words were perfectly reasonable.

"After all, besides the 'world fragments,' the foundation upon which those three guys built this universe also included the suffering and sinful power of a whole host of tormented souls—and they just had to use the rules of the Sanctuary... The Sanctuary's focus is on 'balance.' The more sins and despair there are, the more dreams and hopes there will be to balance them. The fragments of them simply don't understand this principle."

Li Min, fiddling with the Arcane Orb, and her master passed through the portal and appeared on this land. In the mirror image of the portal behind her, a huge pillar of souls was collapsing, and countless souls howled as they flew out and dissipated. Although the Styx River below was churning, it failed to capture even a single soul.

"So, who are we now?"

"You are 'Nephalem'—though that's only in a broad sense—or you could say I'm borrowing that title—but it doesn't matter. Nephalem are beings who bring dreams and hope to the world. We projected your pure dreams through the 'door' onto this side, forming your bodies—now you are warriors of dreams, heroes of hope."

Li Min extinguished the arcane ball in her hand and tilted her head slightly.

"Warriors of dreams and hopes, will you join forces with your other half to fight alongside us once again to save the world?"

————————————Three Demon Throne————————————————————

No—no!!!

In this hall forged from suffering, with torment as its pillars, hatred as its wind, and destruction as its source, Diablo, the source of all sins, lay on the ground howling desperately. One human face after another appeared and disappeared on its body, as if the souls bound by it were struggling to break free. The flames in its dark red eyes had died out, and the molten saliva dripping from its mouth couldn't even create a ripple—with the arrival of truly new forces, the pillar of souls, so crucial to it, began to collapse at an unbelievable speed—it was believed that before long, it would become a near-complete wreck!

"Click-click-click—"

Just as this great demon, representing evil, was convulsing wildly on the ground, and Sargeras and Amon were exchanging silent glances, a faint sound reached their ears. Sargeras looked up and discovered that cracks had appeared in the sky above the temple.

"As those 'existences' entered, it began to evolve on its own—the incomplete always yearns for the complete, and behind despair, there is always a glimmer of hope."

Amon's voice, devoid of joy or sorrow, rang out. After figuring out some key points, it had already accepted some possible future possibilities.

"From a world filled only with hatred, it evolved into true chaos?"

Sargeras reached out to touch the orb of light placed between the three of them, but the supernatural force emanating from it repelled him, and he realized that he had lost absolute control over this universe.

“It could even be our eternal tomb.”

"That joke isn't funny, Eamon."

Even Sargeras, as powerful as it was, was slightly taken aback—Amon's words were clear: if things couldn't be turned around, its chance to use its special nature to return to the Warcraft world, then disguise itself as a 'normal being' and lie low to make a comeback was gone!

"Because we can no longer be 'whole'—time is no longer on our side, and if this opportunity is lost, it will be lost forever—perhaps, when we 'deny' our own incompleteness and try our best to do what only our 'whole' selves can do, this fate is sealed."

Amon calmly stated a terrible truth, a truth that enraged Sargeras, but Sargeras knew that this truth... was inevitable!

"No...we still have a glimmer of hope...a hope to escape our original fate..."

Diablo, trembling all over, stood up from the ground. At this moment, the demon's body had shrunk considerably, but the demonic fire in its eyes had been rekindled.

"Hope, the fact that you would utter this word shows that you, like me, have accepted your own incompleteness—tell me, what comes to mind, Diablo."

"It's very simple..."

With these words, two balls of demonic fire erupted from Diablo's side, firmly locking Amon and Sargeras in place. At the same time, the River Styx and the Pillars of Souls collapsed, releasing all the souls and resentment within them, which surged into Diablo's body. In the blink of an eye, this great demon 'swelled'!

"We are one!!"

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

"Ok?"