Chapter 101: Are You a Player? (Ten-Thousand-Word Update!)

Twenty warships, which would be considered a main fleet level in the Old World, left the port silently under the control of the Star-Bearer. The Elves also docked at the shore, began to line up to disembark, and waited for the summons of the lord here.

As a wizard of the White Tower, the Elf felt that he was well-informed and had seen much. Ordinary things could not scare him at all. Until he saw Tartarus, which had been dragged almost directly out of the Subspace, and the Stonehenge that had been floating in the sky, inscribed with the world's oldest hatred.

Without a doubt, this was a Wonder that could not be forged even by exceeding the limits of the imagination of all intelligent beings.

Something like Stonehenge, once missed, could never be built again. It was only after the first races on this planet contained the first batch of hatred, and the first demon of destruction was born, that the instinctive anger produced could forge such stones, and imprison the demon, using the power of the array to tear space for destruction.

The World Scar is literally a wound on the world. It is an impossible creation that could only be born from the most primitive, intense anger and hatred of living populations toward all living things.

And the Psionic Beacon is even more bizarre; no matter how one thinks about it, Tartarus is something that cannot be built.

The Psychic Torch, in the final analysis, is building a beacon that all Subspace creatures acknowledge in common, only then can a torch be lit in this world of fantasy. Before, being far away, I thought it was just purely powerful Psychic Power, but looking closely, this is truly a torch in the conceptual sense, the kind that lights up the surrounding space.

From which Subspace creature's home were these blueprints stolen, and from which strange Subspace concept was such an inextinguishable Psychic Torch forged? However, these are all minor matters; what makes these Elves even more indignant is that the food they are eating is actually very good.

Every chef is personally cooking inside the canteen, various ingredients and tools are flying up and down in the fire workshop, and all the chefs are like one person, producing exquisite and beautiful dishes. Even the Elves, after eating them, have to admit that they are better than what they make themselves.

What should we do? If we can't eat these things in the future, how will we maintain our sense of superiority? Are these Humans a bit too omnipotent?

While drinking delicious beverages, the Elves began to feel a subtle sense of nervousness in their hearts.

But soon, this nervousness disappeared.

Because they felt that an unprecedented will descended into the canteen after they had all finished eating. Looking at the hundreds of Elves, a phantom figure seemed to wave at them in a friendly manner.

"Elves who have come from afar, I hope this hospitality of mine is to your taste. In the coming period, you may make requests at any time for the chefs to prepare the dishes you desire. As long as it exists in this world, it can be made."

"Ahem, let us talk about business, Master Wizard."

Very polite, completely unrecognizable as the politeness of an Elf.

The wizard Elf from the White Tower did not seem to have any change in his expression, he just bowed slightly to Li Ang in front of him, expressing his attitude of wanting to get down to business.

The rumors that Elves are arrogant and full of discrimination against short-lived races are, I fear, a regrettable prejudice. At least for now, all the Elves at the dining table expressed respect for Li Ang and the Star-Bearers. They just held their heads high, like proud peacocks, showing their posture.

"We did not come here to eat and drink, but to come for the peace of this world. Your methods and attitude toward Chaos are not correct; we hope to come and instruct you on the correct Magic and the precautions for countering Chaos."

"Hmm, of course you may."

In everyone's consciousness, a gentle voice said so.

"You are the team leader, right? But I advise you to keep your mouth shut, otherwise, it might be a bit nauseating in a moment. Also, do not resist. I do not want to clean my room."

"Wha—" Before the words had even fallen, a strong sense of tearing came from all directions.

The wizard of the White Tower was very familiar with this feeling, instinctively relaxing his resistance and letting the tearing sensation take him away.

Perhaps dozens of hours had passed, or perhaps only an instant. In an incomprehensible space, time and space themselves are meaningless. So when the consciousness of the White Tower wizard cleared, he was shocked to find that he was already in a steel room.

And before his eyes, a figure flipping through a book was floating.

"Welcome, Elves."

With a soft 'pop', the book was closed. Looking at the armored Elf, the figure floating in mid-air turned around.

The moment those spiral eyes met the Elf's gaze, this Elf who had experienced countless battlefields suddenly felt as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer, subconsciously staggering two steps and averting his gaze.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to."

The voice said so.

"And I also know that you actually have no malice, but I still don't understand, why did you personally bring soldiers here?"

"... Because we are afraid that you will trigger some taboos of Chaos, so we came to guide you."

"Oh, that's great. I am just lacking these things. Please, come in."

Looking at the inexplicably expressionless Elf, the short figure raised his eyebrows and very enthusiastically invited these Elves who mastered spells into the Observatory.

And feeling the zero-gravity area inside the Observatory, and looking at the complex Observatory that made one dizzy at a glance, tightly aimed at the Evil Moon, one of the Hengtian shuangyue, carefully observing the patterns on it magnified countless times, the Elf knew that what he was facing was not some young person at all.

However, what truly made the White Tower wizard feel fear, and even a bit afraid to say more, was that he felt a certain something.

It was just like a Subspace demon, but somewhat different, an aura unique to a World-Traveler.

"You... are a player. You are not a god, right?"

"Of course I am not a god."

The wizard in white shrugged and smiled slightly at the Elf.

"Just to fool those fools outside. I have never been a god, I am not now, and I will not be in the future. I am just a lucky player, nothing more than that. But this does not hinder our communication, does it?"

Although a bit late, it is still a ten-thousand-word update!

(End of chapter)