Chapter 60: Territory

He opened the simulated-warfare network projected by his Lord Terminal.

Su Yu was about to look up the All-Human Civilization Lord Selection Tournament,

but the homepage information displayed on the projection caught his eye.

Lords of ten thousand sessions, competing on the same stage, battling fiercely across the eight wildernesses!

Alien races at war — who dares to contend, ascending to the utmost peak!

All of it is here — in "TheWorld."

TheWorld?

Curious, Su Yu clicked in.

What drew him was not "lords of the myriad realms," but those four words: lords of ten thousand sessions.

On the Myriad Realms Battlefield,

wars between great lords rarely break out.

New-session lords especially have absolutely no way of knowing what a great lord's territory even looks like.

Reading the introduction to TheWorld, Su Yu was deeply shaken.

TheWorld, abbreviated TW.

is a simulated-warfare hegemony jointly launched by the seven great races of the myriad realms.

It can be called the largest-scale, most magnificent simulated warfare in the entire myriad-realms universe!

It has long since swept across all the myriad realms.

With a history of over a thousand years, it is officially certified by the Myriad Realms Battlefield authorities.

One might say, TW can be treated as the Myriad Realms Battlefield's official simulated warfare!

In every battle, the victor can earn anywhere from 1 to 10 points based on unit kills, structural destruction, and the like.

The loser, meanwhile, must forfeit half of the victor's earned points — a deduction of 50%.

These points can be regularly redeemed for goods within TW,

and lords of any session whatsoever can redeem them.

Because of this, a black industry chain even once emerged: older lords would deliberately lose to newer lords,

then prop up the new lords' development.

The outcome was brutal.

Nothing can evade the Lord Terminal's detection,

and for any match-fixing conduct whatsoever, the Myriad Realms Battlefield punishes without mercy.

Points

generally also symbolize the strength of a territory and its lord.

Although a lord will not project the entirety of their power into simulated warfare —

so as to avoid revealing their true depths to enemies on the Myriad Realms Battlefield —

one can still roughly gauge the magnitude of their forces.

Every 1,000 points accumulated allows one to match into a rank-promotion battle.

Ranks are divided into six tiers:

Valiant Lord, Unyielding Lord, Glorious Lord, Radiant Lord, Transcendent Lord, Supreme Lord.

Among them, the top 1,000 in the Supreme Lord rank can enter the [Ladder of Heaven],

and they are hailed as "Dominators."

The [Ladder of Heaven], one could say, reflects to a certain degree which powerful lords exist on the Myriad Realms Battlefield.

Among them are more than a few old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands of years.

Staring at the introductory screen on his Lord Terminal,

a surge of hot blood coursed through Su Yu's body.

He had fantasized countless times before — those lords standing at the pinnacle of the myriad realms, how magnificent they must be.

Now, he had a chance — a chance to look up.

"Match immediately!"

【Please register an account.】

Seeing the prompt, Su Yu paused for a moment, then immediately registered a TheWorld account.

【Nickname: Moonfall】

【Identity: 11520th-term Lord】

【Territory: "Never Falling"】

"Match immediately!"

With an excited heart, Su Yu waved his hand grandly and queued up for a simulated battle match.

As for the so-called 【All-Humanity Civilization Lord Selection Tournament】 opening ceremony,

he had long since tossed it to the back of his mind.

【Matching in progress…】

Simulated battle matchmaking is determined by multiple factors: win rate, rank, and number of matches played.

At this moment,

within the Myriad Worlds City, in a splendid classroom, a fragrant breeze drifted through the air.

A male elf teacher was explaining the lesson to his students.

"Watch closely. I will use a simulated battle to demonstrate to you what is called the three-pronged breakthrough formation."

The elf Caro said, refined and gentle.

In his classroom gathered students from the elf race, human race, dwarf race, and many other races.

As an outstanding lord of the 11490th term of the Myriad Worlds Battlefield,

many juniors listened to his lectures.

And greatly benefited from them.

"Teacher, that's not your main account you're logging into, is it?"

"Registering a fresh TW account just to go beat up on simulated battles — isn't that a bit too much of a bully?"

"Hehe, I wonder which unlucky fool will run into the teacher."

The students in the classroom spoke, their eyes revealing looks of eager anticipation.

Simulated battles were usually the most engaging teaching method.

Caro smiled faintly. He had registered many TW accounts, for the convenience of teaching.

He typically used alternate accounts to fight.

His actual main account, within TW, had already ascended to the rank of 「Valiant Lord」.

For a lord who had developed for no more than thirty years,

it could be said he was an existence akin to a pride of heaven.

【Matching complete. Territory "Green Home 03" versus "Never Falling".】

【Terrain: Wilderness. Duel begins.】

"Ah, what's this? How is it a zero-match little noob?"

"This is just perfect."

"Let's hope they can at least draw out a hint of the three-pronged breakthrough formation's power…"

The students were chattering animatedly. Caro was rather speechless.

How had he matched with some zero-match nobody?

Could the other party be on an alternate account?

Puzzled, Caro clicked open the opponent's info.

"What the hell."

"How is it a lord from the 11520th term?"

"Damn, is this guy just here to see what the real world looks like?"

"And they actually dare to queue for a TW simulated battle?"

"What else can they do besides get beaten into a pulp?"

Looking at the projected image on the blackboard, the students erupted.

At this moment, having entered the TW simulation space, Caro was dumbfounded.

In front of this many classmates, he was supposed to bully a lord from a brand-new term?

To be honest, with the proud bearing of an elf, Caro would not permit himself to do such a thing.

Yet, after hesitating a moment, he still did not quit.

TW's penalties for forcefully quitting or match fixing were not light by any measure.

【Please select your territory units for projection.】

Across a battlefield spanning a thousand li in every direction,

war fog spread everywhere.

One after another, territory buildings and troop heroes descended upon the wilderness.

"Forget it. I'll just demonstrate the three-pronged breakthrough formation for the students, as usual."

So thinking, Caro swiftly began laying out his forces.

His heroes led the troops, moving along three routes, clearing away the war fog.

In this simulated battlefield, the distance between the two territories stretched a thousand li apart.

For a zero-match little noob from the 227th new lord term, Caro had little patience.

To explore the fog of war with maximum efficiency — the moment the enemy's territory is found, raze it to the ground at once!

Black, towering city walls rose sheer from the earth.

Since this was his first time in a TW simulation battle, Su Yu had no idea what kind of strength the opponent possessed.

So, he had projected every single rare building from his territory in one go.

He did not bring Sylph, Iloti, or the farmers in.

Nor were there any arrow defense towers.

"We'll just wait for the enemy to clear the fog of war..."

Su Yu glanced at the intel and neither explored the fog nor set any traps,

simply waiting for the opponent to come to him.

He had no troop types, nor had he brought Sylph and Iloti in,

so the enemy was bound to clear the fog faster.

As for moving his territorial buildings to scout,

Su Yu was somewhat worried that unrestricted building movement would frighten people — it was, after all, one of his trump cards.

In any case, once the enemy found him, following the path they had cleared through the fog of war,

he could just as easily find them.

A squad of elven scouts darted swiftly through the mountain forests.

Carlo looked at the map intel panel fed back by his lord terminal.

He had already pinpointed the enemy territory's general location.

At once, a squadron of flying troops sped from south to northwest, dispersing the fog.

Then, through feedback from his troop intel, a few wall markers appeared on the map.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Carlo's mouth. To have finished building walls in just three months —

it seemed this new-generation lord was not half bad.