Chapter 120: I Know (Ten Thousand Word Update!)

What kind of changes can two months of time bring to the players' world?

Under the impetus of countless wealthy and interested parties, even an individual who was originally obscure would become known to everyone under the clamor of countless propaganda offensives. Not to mention that the existence of an otherworldly realm is something that cannot be hidden, nor is it possible to hide.

It is as if even the guides existing in the dark are intentionally releasing various signals; almost all kinds of people and people from all walks of life have begun to be able to connect to that other world.

It can even be said that if it were not for the fact that large-scale automation in all walks of life has already begun to operate, such large-scale entry and silence alone would be enough to cause certain industries to collapse completely. And major companies as well as official levels have begun to continuously guide and help those players who are stranded outside.

All of a sudden, the player population even climbed several stages. In the span of two months, countless players began to enter this brand-new world, and they also gave birth to countless works and moving stories. It seems that for a moment, all trends and all stories had an extremely strong connection with this newly born other world. The originally restricted players also began their own star-making movements.

Because the Star-Bearer Sect used the Runes provided by the Star-Bearer, combined with modern projector mechanisms, they finally created the effect of being able to export the images seen in their impressions to the forum, and more players began their own broadcasting careers.

Many people who were originally uninterested also realized that in another world, there are endlessly magnificent landscapes and unimaginably great buildings.

Those angels, demons, and phantom beasts from myths and legends are confronting and fighting against true evil.

Such stories are not only liked by young people, but many adults are also heart-struck by them.

What's more, compared to the beginning, the Star-Bearer has completely turned into a friendly unit. These Elves, dressed in cool and beautiful outfits, always present a cute and dazed feeling compared to other arrogant Elves. Coupled with the fact that these Elves are extraordinary in skill, always like to ask questions, and give good feedback, more players began to have some different, and even very heart-struck feelings in their hearts.

After all, those are Elves, the race recognized by all players as the most beautiful and arrogant. As a result, looking at them now, whoa, it turns out the Star-Bearer is not an organization led by some crazy wizard at all, but a major force composed of cute and dazed Elves. Now that they see the environment is stable, they are starting to let the Elves come out of the mountains.

Because the Antarctic Pivot was truly impossible for players to clean up, the Star-Bearers claimed to have transferred some people from their hometown to clean up and sweep, and operated this place into a joint city for Star-Bearers and players.

And when the players saw the ears of those Elves, and the blank expressions of a group of beauties and handsome men, everyone was stunned.

All questions, all grotesqueries, and the subtle relationships between those forces seemed to have had answers.

Why the Elves frowned and allowed these people to enter, why all the Elves were very friendly to the Star-Bearer, why even the Dark Elves would come here to work—so you are the Elf race! Just an Elf race that doesn't want to admit they are Elves at all, feeling that being an Elf is shameful!

After such a long investigation and the few words leaked by the Star-Bearer, basically everyone determined that the Star-Bearer is an organization with Elves as the core, just like the kind in legends, with the philosophy of true world peace, constantly striving to gather people of various races to create a purely non-profit organization. It's just that there is really an unimaginable big shot behind them frantically pouring money into it.

Fellow countryman, why didn't you say earlier that there were so many cute Elves at home? If you had said so earlier, the players would have helped you with construction even if they had to pay out of their own pockets.

Faced with the Elf craze, the Star-Bearers were obviously taken aback. After multiple manipulations and dissuasions without success, they finally helplessly announced that they could not bear the exploration costs for more players. They must work in the two places of the Antarctic Pivot and Albion Island for their own lives.

Furthermore, considering that the number of players is too large, they can no longer maintain the policy of distributing all houses for free, and can only give each player a 500-square-meter mansion foundation for self-construction.

Well, each person, 500 square meters of land for free, to build the home they want by themselves.

If it's not enough, just buy it; it's about one Gold Coin for 200 square meters of foundation. Anyway, the Antarctic is very large, and there is nothing that makes the Star-Bearer pay attention to it. All they want is to kill all demons and the Chaos enemy, and then restore the order of life. Other than that, they want nothing.

But this news undoubtedly made the players, who had long been fed up with the reinforced concrete life and various urban prices, let out sharp explosions of sound. Within a short period of two months, relying on the construction technology and spiritual energy rune technology supported by the Star-Bearer, the players almost completed an unimaginable Wonder in these short two months.

The Antarctic Pivot, a super city with a population of one million that was built even faster than the major company's private land, Albion Island. Building an area far away from the world like the Antarctic Pivot into a super-large city that accommodates a resident population of over one million and an incalculable floating population.

Various shops, material planning, various needs, and road construction conditions were all temporarily undertaken by the Star-Bearer, and tens of thousands of Elves would come to this city to live every day, and then head to the battlefield a month later.

The resident population of 300,000 Elves is the most beautiful scenery in the entire city, making countless players yearn for it.

Under such propaganda and ideal publicity, one can imagine what kind of charm and influence the Star-Bearer had in these two months. What's more, in reality, the Star-Bearer Sect has confirmed that spiritual energy runes have a certain degree of influence even in reality; this fact makes everyone feel even crazier.

Although some people remained vigilant, outputting messages such as the Star-Bearer being very dangerous and very likely to have problems, for the players, these words were all bullshit.

Because besides the Star-Bearer, what other choice could they have? The players had long since had no choice.

Other major forces had closed their doors to them because of their own crazy death-seeking, and the remaining choice for the players was to believe in the miracles given by some god, or to seek the protection of the Chaos Gods. And obviously, the power and miracles given by those minor gods were, to be honest, just so-so.

And the Chaos Gods? The power they gave was indeed very strong, but no matter how you look at it, it didn't feel like something humans could produce. Especially with the cleanup work carried out after the end of the Antarctic Pivot battle, the inhumanity of the Chaos side and their brutal acts have been made public. Even though everyone knows that in the Old World only the winner can get everything, true terror and brutality are not accepted by the public.

Every player believes that a certain conscience and morality are the underlying logic of civilization.

Therefore, the pursuit of Chaos players has gradually begun to unfold, both in reality and in the game. Although it has not reached the level of legislation, and the official does not support such behavior, gradually, everyone has begun to develop strong anger and hostility toward the Chaos Demon.

As for the so-called Star-Bearer will eventually Destroy the World that they propagate, many players have also given their own answers. Obviously, the Star-Bearer will indeed Destroy the World, but it will destroy the world of demons.

Those pests following behind the demons and those enemies will eventually dissipate under the Holy Light.

Well, the players decided to call the power of the Star-Bearer Holy Light.

Because at a glance, that golden light had a kind of intoxicating, wonderful, ethereal feeling.

Looking at that golden Veil, every player's heart would overflow with a wonderful sense of trust and an impulse to do something. This feeling was explained by the Star-Bearer Sect as the promotion brought by the energy itself.

So after these two months of ups and downs and the discussion and fermentation of logic and public opinion, the Star-Bearer Sect and the Star-Bearer finally successfully portrayed a near-perfect image. At the same time, the Phoenix King of Avelorn once brought Elves to support on the White Ship, and even fought side by side against those demons, which made all players believe even more that this is definitely a major branch of the Elves.

Some even claimed to have seen the Doom Ark of the Dark Elves trading with the Star-Bearers while on the ocean, exchanging those slaves to the Star-Bearers, and then being released directly. Countless evidence and behaviors proved that this is a story of Elves moving toward a beautiful world under the leadership of a conscientious god.

The Star-Bearer is an organization that holds dreams and ideals in their hearts, vowing to eradicate all injustice and evil in this world. Even if the Star-Bearer Lord is not a god, he is something similar; this point had long been confirmed.

In two months, the players and the Star-Bearer had long formed a tacit understanding.

That is, the Star-Bearer provides various kinds of help to the players, and the players help the Star-Bearers clean up the Antarctic Continent and the Realm Ice Wall, as well as those sea demons in the deep sea.

Although the number is much smaller compared to the Antarctic Pivot, whether it is the Realm Ice Wall or the large fleets in the ocean, the power of the Star-Bearer is still very strong, showing their determination to be almost fearless and vowing to kill all demons. These Elves indeed have hearts like gold.

However, at the same time, the players also have some doubts about the existence of the Star-Bearer and the mysterious things about them.

Why is their leader, the Star-Bearer Lord Leon, in the image of a Human?

Why had there never been any mention, or even any record, of the Star-Bearer or similar existences in the previous world? However, this kind of thing did not cause any too widespread discussion.

People are more concerned with the things in front of them, and do not have many opinions or feelings about larger or more grand concepts. Although some official personnel tried to beat around the bush after realizing this, neither the Elves nor other races had any intention of communicating with the players.

In such an ambiguous environment, the Star-Bearer and the players spent a quite beautiful honeymoon period like this.

Until just now, when that pillar of light reaching the sky shone toward the sky.

"What exactly is going on? If the Star-Bearer doesn't give a reasonable reason, we have no way to suppress the opinions here. The moment the shield shattered just now, many players' tasks were interrupted, and now having to repair them is also a very troublesome thing for us."

"Isn't the Antarctic Continent already being gradually occupied by the Star-Bearers now? Everyone has the advantage, why suddenly overload the spiritual energy system? If something happened, we also hope to understand certain details..."

"Do we have to wait until the afternoon for the major player organizations to hold a press conference?"

Looking at Edward with a serious face in front of them, all the players who rushed over to inquire looked at each other, not expecting to get such an answer.

After all, all along, the state shown by the Star-Bearers has been powerful, confident, and full of a certain bright, or rather, very arrogant attitude of thinking of themselves as saviors. So when the players faced such a serious expression, they were still a little panicked.

Especially when thinking of the Antarctic Giant Tower that instantly shattered and then re-aggregated like time reversing, the leaders of the major player forces were already a bit unsure of what these people were doing. As leaders of major forces, the players naturally knew very well that the inside of the Star-Bearer was actually not as clear and straightforward as they said, and it was very likely that there were some unacceptable, unimaginable secrets.

But it had only been two months, and the scene of suddenly shooting at the sky and then directly melting the Antarctic Giant Tower still left the players a bit confused.

Moreover, witnessing the giant tower that was hundreds of meters high being instantly destroyed and then rising from the ground in place was also too shocking a scene for the players. They couldn't figure out what had happened to allow such an attack to gather and shoot at the sky, and didn't know what kind of counterattack it had suffered to make the giant tower collapse with a bang.

Although they used the rune arrays that had been laid out around it to repair it again, for the players, the fact that the giant tower had collapsed was an objective fact. That Star-Bearer Lord didn't seem to be protecting the players as comprehensively as he said, which made these people a little panicked.

Everyone has bet their lives and property on the Antarctic Pivot; if you suddenly go crazy, no one can explain it to the backers behind them.

"Regarding this matter, it actually involves things that are quite profound. At first, I didn't intend to let everyone know, but the Star-Bearer side believes that since we have become objects that can communicate and cooperate, then things regarding this aspect must be said... It's not a question of money, you guys are overthinking it."

Watching those players who instantly revealed expressions of realization, thinking this was about collecting protection fees and planning to go back to tell their underlings, Edward waved a hand with impatience, signaling that this was not the case at all.

Edward, who had now emerged from the shadow of the Slaanesh God-Chosen, looked like a shattered piece of porcelain. The approval and gaze of the Star-Bearer Lord had branded deep marks onto her perfect, pitiable body, and a pale golden light seeped out from within her physique along with her movements, signifying that she had fully accepted the power of the Star-Bearer Lord and become the agent of his will.

It was precisely because of this that the original Li Ang had gradually exited the players' management stage, supposedly being sent into the Arctic Wasteland. As for the players, they were happy to see this arrogant guy leave completely, replaced by the good-looking and easy-to-talk-to Edward.

However, Edward looked at the player leaders before her who were full of anticipation, seemingly waiting for some good news, but she only opened her mouth, looking somewhat troubled.

Finally, she sighed and looked at the players before her with a serious expression.

"The matter I am about to speak of, it is not yet certain whether it should be publicized. These are internal messages of the Star-Bearers, and for me, I have not received this news for long either. So no matter what happens, no matter how you think about it, at least do not be impulsive for now, wait a while before saying anything, can you?"

"We are players, we have our own industries and activities in this world. We won't be impulsive, we'll only think about making our enterprises bigger and stronger, and then getting some spells and psychic things or something."

Facing the solemn-looking Edward, the many players present were all smiling, looking indifferent.

Those who could choose to develop in the bitter cold land here at the Antarctic Pivot were mostly emerging enterprises or pragmatists. After all, the official authorities and super-large enterprises were boxing with the Chaos Warband over at Hope City, while large enterprises and conservative enterprises were basically confronting vampires and swamp monsters on Albion Island.

Those who could run to the Antarctic, engage in duels with demons, and even plan to carve out a career, were basically players with ambition and a certain level of ability. They naturally had their own pride.

After all, for the players, the worst news was at most starting over from the beginning.

They all had superpowers granted by the Star-Bearer, and as long as the superpowers weren't being reclaimed, or things like making them unconditionally hand over their wealth, the players were basically happy to accept it.

But this optimism did not infect Edward. This girl, who looked delicate and cute, was sitting on a chair, rubbing her brow with some distress. Then, looking at the expectant players around her, after opening her mouth, she finally scratched her long hair in annoyance and conjured a file out of thin air.

The great power of the Star-Bearer naturally included such miracles; although it was not the legendary creation of matter, psychic energy could weave together things that appeared to be material, and then record the transmitted knowledge and some thoughts within those attachments in the void. And Edward simply poured all the news that she didn't want to say, or that would make people feel somewhat panicked and horrified if spoken aloud, into the record.

"You all know about it, the Star-Bearer's Spirit Energy Archive. As long as you make contact, you can absorb the knowledge within. The Star-Bearers also possess such unimaginable learning abilities this way."

Placing that pale golden book from the void onto the tabletop, Edward sighed, feeling exhausted.

She sat on the chair rubbing her brow, looking at those big shots before her who controlled the many resources of the Antarctic Pivot, and even a large amount of public opinion in reality, coordinating with the progress of the player world, and threw out this crucial piece of news.

"Even to a certain extent, those Chaos Demons were not wrong. The Star-Bearer Lord truly intends to destroy everything, because these crazy, decaying gods have locked away all technology, life, love, and struggle. That monster has the craziest desire for the unknown and for expansion."

"You can even treat him as something similar to an evil god; as long as he can expand, as long as he can make technology progress, allow races to multiply and spread, and allow civilization to be inherited, he is willing to do anything."

"And now, he has reached the industrial age, but the evil gods refuse to accept the fact that they have failed, intending to use this powerful force to force the Star-Bearer Lord to submit. However, you also know very well that the Star-Bearer Lord has never been a person willing to suffer a loss. He intends to use a powerful attack to poke through the shield covering the planet, so that he can take his people and freely head to the Starry Sky."

"Planet... shield?" The players walked up one by one, contacting the Spirit Energy Archive, feeling the various knowledge and impressions extracted from Edward's mind.

And as the reading deepened and their cognition became more profound, the Star-Bearer Lord's dissatisfaction with this world and the concept covering the sky of the planet gradually allowed everyone to understand the shape of this world.

Clearly, it was an experiment, an impact. A great attempt to allow the entire planet's population, to allow all people living on this planet to head to the Starry Sky. This individual had no selfishness, no mundane desires, only the hope of breaking the cage of the Chaos Gods.

Feeling those countless messages, these player leaders could not help but reveal expressions of astonishment.

And just when they felt extremely astonished, they did not realize that strands of psychic energy and power were being generated along with their emotional changes, gradually pouring into their Brands and spreading to the surroundings.

Watching the players' shocked emotions gradually being accommodated into the entire Antarctic Psychic Network, and gradually converging, even being purified, the expression on Edward's face also became somewhat relaxed. Millions of players began to join the Star-Bearer's front, and now it was almost time to collect the rent.

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"—So? So what? What if we sell our lives for the Star-Bearer? Just collecting some interest."

Rather, if I could make a connection, I would be quite willing.

Looking at the wailing player in front of him, Matthew lit a cigarette with a calm expression, watching its mutated limbs.

In the tavern on Wushi Qundao, countless people watched in horror at the middle-aged man smoking a cigarette with golden Brands all over his body, watching him cruelly nail the poor man with three arms to the ground to torture him; some even couldn't help but vomit.

Matthew had always been responsible for building the Antarctic Pivot, pushing over and resetting those burning ruins and demons. But with the Star-Bearer's descent, he no longer had any need to keep going.

Because compared to the Star-Bearer, the players' actions were truly too small and meaningless.

So Matthew did not choose to follow the path of others, continuing to stay at the Antarctic Pivot to earn money and live, starting to enjoy his superman life in reality. Unlike others, Matthew always believed that this world was real.

He did not become arrogant or look down on others because of his player status; on the contrary, he used his player status to always help those in need. And many old, weak, women, and children, as well as some ordinary people, were all brought here from all over the world by these players who were deeply immersed in this world, for the sake of a better life.

Only sincere feelings can cross the barriers of time and space; they truly treated this world as their second home, or even their only home. Some players had even married, started families and careers here, had their own attachments, and adopted orphans—this was very common in the Old World—living such a peaceful and happy life. And they arrived at the Antarctic Pivot because most of them were not qualified to live on Albion Island.

Although Albion Island was peaceful and tranquil, and there were no major problems, the land prices and real estate there had already been hyped up by many large companies. There were also swamp monsters and vampires inside the island, so it couldn't be called absolutely safe.

Comparing the two, in fact, many players had accepted their lovers and children onto this island. They believed that they could obtain a new life here.

Until that night of the great fire, until that portal shattered, watching their lovers turn into flames in the Veil with their own eyes, countless players truly realized the pain of war, and the sweetness of revenge. They voluntarily gave up countless benefits and future income, just to be able to hunt the prey they hated.

Beast Hunter.

This was the name of their organization now.

In the original world and this world, they constantly used the convenient status of various players, as well as clues from forum conversations, to search for any players related to Chaos.

They believed that what they were chasing were no longer humans, just beasts. After the Antarctic Pivot tragedy, many players who had placed their families in safe zones angrily aimed their spears at those Chaos players. These players, whose anger and grief had reached their peak, swore to torture all criminals to death.

The reputation of the Beast Hunter organization among players was, to be honest, mixed, because many people thought they were too extreme. To crazily hunt down individuals in reality for the sake of existences in a game, and even use lynchings to torture them in the game, forcing them to quit the game. From any angle, this method seemed a bit too much. And the Beast Hunter's response to this was a middle finger.

Some players were also suspicious and hostile toward the Star-Bearer, and this kind of thing was also normal. But the vast majority of players, especially those who truly believed that this world was real and were working hard for their dreams in this world, still supported the Beast Hunters.

Just like now, as Matthew began to torture this Chaos believer, many players had already pulled over tables and chairs like they were watching a show, watching the three-armed Chaos believer with great interest.

These players who were favored by the Chaos Gods were mostly scum, or had some extreme tendencies.

Perhaps there were some good people among them, but clearly, the one in front of them was not.

One deformed palm was a crimson demon arm, and inscribed on the body were prayers of the God of War; this believer of the Chaos Gods was nailed to the ground and let out shrill screams, blood stains sprayed around, but he received no feedback from any god, only Matthew's cold gaze.

"Your god will never respond to you, trash. And for you, isn't this just a game? Why do you want to call upon your god when you are in danger?"

Matthew looked coldly at the screaming player in front of him, his arm inscribed with white-golden Brands shining with light.

A pure golden throwing spear turned from nothingness into reality and was gripped in Matthew's hand. And this man who hunted monsters coldly and slowly stabbed the three-edged throwing spear into the palm of the beast, listening to the Chaos believer's screams, a look of satisfaction flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Matthew also knew very well that he must have broken somewhere. He began to enjoy this process of destroying others, began to hope to let everything in this world burn to ashes.

But before that, he was also very certain that some people should die earlier than him, earlier than this world.

"You have already been favored by the Blood God, Matthew! You are already in his gaze!"

The Chaos believer struggling on the ground spat out blood, looked at the white-golden throwing spear in the center of his palm, let out a shrill, treacherous laugh, and roared at Matthew while spraying blood: "You will eventually be immersed in blood, you and our world will! We will all become a real person again under the glory of the Blood God! Instead of being completely destroyed in the golden apocalypse! You are laughing now while torturing me and making me bleed, aren't you! You are clearly the same kind of person as us!"

"Ah, in a sense, that is indeed the case. All of our companions admit this point."

Casually conjuring another throwing spear, he threw it again, nailing through the flesh and blood of the Chaos believer, and Matthew listened to the Chaos believer's screams with satisfaction.

"For your deaths, for your screams of being tortured, we feel joy. We have never expected anyone to understand us; your fear and screaming are the greatest nutrients for us. As for the golden apocalypse? Sounds good. At least it's better than the apocalypse of Chaos."

"Hahaha! Sounds pretty good??? You've been deceived by that monster!"

The Blood God's follower coughed up blood once more; the power from the great entity of the Subspace kept his life going in a bizarre way, and he let out bursts of horrifying laughter.

But this scene was already nothing out of the ordinary for all the players and locals. Nearly half a year had passed since the Star-Bearers began announcing the hunting of Chaos calamities across the entire Old World. Even the Antarctic Continent had been under siege for a full four months, and people had long since realized the problem here.

It was simple: if the Chaos Gods could actually defeat the Star-Bearers in reality, would they be so desperate as to stir up such a massive affair in Antarctica? The Sword of Khorne and the distortions of the Lord of Change—those horrifying storms could be seen in the firmament even by the people in the desert oases. Such massive campaigns had long since instilled a subtle sense of fear toward the Star-Bearers in everyone.

If the Chaos Gods couldn't finish them off even when they were desperate, what else was there to say?

It was just that there were always some fellows who couldn't see reality clearly and were putting up a desperate resistance. Take, for example, this Chaos-aligned player right in front of him, coughing up blood while insisting on his own views.

"Don't you know what the Star-Bearer Lord you worship is actually thinking! Even our movements, those demonic teleports, must surely be within his plans! Otherwise, how could he possibly have taken this opportunity to destroy the portal and trigger the First Impact?!"

Coughing up the blood in his throat, the Chaos player looked at the calm Matthew before him as if looking at a fool who had been deceived and used, his expression filled with pity and anger.

"You've all been deceived by him! He did it on purpose! He deliberately passed this information to the demons; he deliberately plunged the entire Antarctic Pivot into fire and disaster. He deceived you, deceived all the players, just to gather all the Psychic Power at that moment and aim it at the sky for his first attempt! He fooled all of you, and you are still willingly throwing your lives away for that devil!"

"In his world, everyone is the same—they are all his tools and numbers! In the world of the gods, we possess joy and fear, but in his world, we get nothing! You saw it too, the Second Impact! That was everything he did for his own selfish desires!"

"Everything he did was for his own plan; all your troubles should be blamed on him! If he hadn't deliberately leaked the information, how could we have—"

"……I know."

"You, you know?"

Hearing the words from Matthew, the man suffering on the ground was momentarily stunned.

"You know? You know the loopholes in the defensive line were set up by the Star-Bearers? You know all of this was planned by them? Then why the hell are you coming after us instead of them?!"

"It is precisely because I know that I am filled with such anger toward you. Don't get it wrong, trash."

Looking at the bewildered Chaos follower, Matthew sighed, his expression toward the Chaos follower growing increasingly compassionate, as if looking at a group of unrepentant death-row inmates about to face the executioner.

"I also know that the Star-Bearers never told anyone else about this information. I also know that even though they made such a judgment, their Runes and city walls never gave up because of it. I know even better that the demons had no ability to reach the interior of the Antarctic Pivot; all of this was caused by your whistleblowing."

"The Star-Bearers wanted to deal with the demons on the Antarctic Continent once and for all, deciding to either use the equipment teleported over to solve the problem or, as they are doing now, use the time difference to bombard the demon portals. They passed the information about the equipment to the players; that was a choice. If the players were united, they would only have taken Antarctica step by step. But you, you betrayed everyone."

"Do you think we would hold the Star-Bearers who consulted with us accountable? No, regardless of what they think, they hired us, they gave us enough trust, and the traitors are always you."

Reaching out to press his hand against the Chaos follower's heart, a pale golden light seeped into the Chaos follower's body along with his calm words.

The moment that light appeared, the Chaos follower's eyes bulged, and he opened his mouth to scream silently.

It was hard to imagine the pain that light brought, yet Matthew only looked gently at the silently screaming player, speaking softly about what the Beast Hunters ultimately wanted to do, as if talking to a friend.

"Your names, your deeds, and even your corpses, and your files, will all be placed in the Antarctic archives exactly as they are."

"You think I'm talking about this place? I'm talking about our world. You will never be able to escape your responsibility. We have our own homes here, we have our own lives, and the people here have everything they love. We are all human; no one is more noble than anyone else. And you, you destroyed all of this."

"So your names must be recorded, and your deeds will be filed and stored. Everyone will know your actions, and everyone will know your sins. Until your traces have completely vanished."

Facing the Chaos follower who had instantly calmed down and seemed to have logged off directly, Matthew methodically began to process the Chaos player's body.

Unless one abandoned this body entirely and discarded all their supernatural abilities here, the body would suffer eternal torture from the Beast Hunters whenever they logged back in. Looking at the mangled body, Matthew's voice was soft and steady, as if speaking to him, or perhaps to himself.

"I know you claim this is a free game, and I know you claim to be innocent. So it doesn't matter; before the law confirms you are murderers, we won't do anything. We will just seal and file these things. Then remember, the moment the law takes effect, no matter where you are, in reality or here, I will find you and offer everything you are to the Star-Bearer Lord."

"Let that white-gold destruction come; whether it is your hatred or mine, it will all turn into power residing in that high tower. We will eventually destroy your gods completely."

"As long as justice prevails, even if the world perishes."

The voice was light yet firm, as if it were about to destroy this world completely.

Meanwhile, the surrounding players watched all this happily, whispering to one another. No matter the emotions or deeds, in the eyes of these ordinary players, it was nothing more than a topic of conversation.

Only that faint anger, sorrow, and endless melancholy became the underlying tone for these people. And everything recorded by the Runes on these players—their stories and their final emotions—gradually turned into the essence of magic, arriving beside a certain existence along that beacon that transcended time and space.

"……Calculation complete. Magic power is beginning to be stored. All units, organize personnel and prepare for the Third Impact."

The spiral eyes slowly opened. Li Ang felt the magic power surging within him once again, provided by the intense emotions of the players, and he felt fully confident in the next experiment.

I am truly sorry. It seems I accidentally canceled the automatic update settings yesterday. I didn't check carefully before I went to sleep. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just saw that it hadn't updated while I was slacking off at work, so I ran back to post it. I am truly sorry!

(End of chapter)