A different world game? A different world game!

An invisible current of air suspended above the palace of Ktyr.

Bianca and her brother were shrouded in a subtle invisibility spell, allowing them to see the chaos below as the inner fortress's bronze gates collapsed and a mob surged into the banquet hall like a vengeful flood.

Bloody screams, nobles' cries, and the sound of shattering glass mingled together.

"Tsk."

Bianca let out a disdainful sigh, her delicate face showing an expression of expectation.

"Sure enough, those nobles and His Majesty the King ran faster than frightened goblins. As soon as things got a little out of hand, they vanished without a trace. A bunch of complete cowards."

She paused, then continued with a hint of disappointment.

"If that's all there is to it, and all these leaders have escaped... then what real purpose can this so-called 'rebellion' serve, other than venting anger and creating chaos?"

“The nobles can just pack up and move on to another place, and in a few days they’ll be back to their old ways.”

Moreover, if a group of soldiers were simply pulled out from the territory, these mobs would quickly calm down.

"Hehehe..."

Her brother beside her let out a low, mocking laugh, the sound seeming somewhat ethereal through the magical barrier.

“My dear sister, it seems you still need to put more effort into recognizing the tricks of assassins.”

"Otherwise, if I were to have my throat slit by some inconspicuous figure on the street someday, I, as the older brother, would be heartbroken."

His tone shifted, revealing a knowing understanding that seemed to know everything.

"Do you think the Night's Watch would make such a basic mistake as to let the most important sacrifice slip away?"
"Those wandering assassins lurking in the shadows had already laid out an elaborate 'welcome ceremony' along what they thought was a safe escape route—traps, magical interference, silent ambushes..."

“Every step was calculated. This group of kings and nobles who tried to escape were merely walking into an even more deadly trap.”

He slightly opened his arms, as if embracing the chaotic yet magnificent scene, his voice unconsciously taking on an operatic aria, full of distorted praise.

"Ah! What a magnificent sacrificial stage! Only the heads of nobles of sufficient weight rolling into the dust can completely shatter the 'divine halo' that imprisons people's hearts."

Only then can the flames of this "rebellion" become a blazing torch that ignites the entire continent and illuminates the courage in the hearts of countless oppressed people!

"The greater the commotion here, the more thoroughly the aristocratic myths are destroyed, and the more rapidly the ideal of freedom spreads—this is... the art of destroying the old and establishing the new!"

Bianca couldn't help but roll her eyes, feeling a headache coming on from her brother's occasional crazy expressions.

But deep down, she had to admit that her brother's insight into the situation was accurate, and his ability to see through appearances to the core was truly admirable.

Taking advantage of a lull in her brother's operatic vocals, Bianca posed the huge question that had been lingering in her mind for a long time.

"But brother... why are the Night's Watch going to such lengths?"

"They have completely taken control of the entire continent of Lebia, which is their fortress, their testing ground, and the core of their inter-racial covenant."

"The resources, population, and order of an entire continent are under their control. Is that still not enough to satisfy their appetite?"

That's an entire continent.

Now, the only ones who control an entire continent are the elves, who were once the world's overlords.

And at its peak, it only perfectly controlled its core central continent.

Her speech quickened, tinged with confusion and a hint of underlying worry.

"Don't forget, they also firmly hold a key wilderness logistics base in the eastern part of the Anvian continent, with their influence penetrating a quarter of the area."

"Look at the expansion plan for the continent of Taril. At the current speed and with the full assistance of the dwarves, within ten years, that vast northern continent will almost certainly fall into the hands of the Night's Watch."

"Wouldn't the Night's Watch then control two continents? That's half the world! Even the Elven Empire at its peak couldn't have achieved that much!"

Why are so many countries and powers in the world keeping a close eye on the continent of Tahrir?
Why are the Night's Watch so confident that they can capture everyone's attention with their pioneering plans?
The root of the problem lies here—they already possessed the entire continent of Lebia.

If they were to gain control of Tarryll, the Night's Watch would undoubtedly become the next world's dominant power.

It's like the ancient elven empire has been reborn.

Even if they are fighting for the world, the apocalypse of the void has not yet truly descended upon them. How could those countries and forces not be afraid?
How could they not worry about their living space being squeezed to the point of suffocation?

That's why those nobles, organizations, and nations are desperately trying to get into the Tahrir Expansion Plan.

Even if it's just a drop in the ocean, we must try our best to extend our reach and attempt to slow down the Night's Watch's dominance.

The Night's Watch opening up channels for their participation is ostensibly a gesture of appeasement, but in reality, it's probably meaningless.

The older brother listened quietly to his sister's analysis, the insightful smile on his face never fading.

After Bianca finished speaking, he slowly countered with a question, his voice regaining its previous calm: "So, my clever sister, do you think the crisis in the Void... is serious?"

"Of course it's serious!"

Bianca nodded without hesitation, her tone resolute.

"Our father was a legendary mage of level 13, and our mother was a warlock of level 11. They had already achieved legendary status before the Night Watchers rose to power and had witnessed the terrifying sight of the Void Tide spreading.

"That power that erodes everything, that pure will to annihilate."

"The solemnity with which my father mentioned it on numerous occasions, and the strict sealing of the void samples in my mother's laboratory, all confirmed its horror. It was a real apocalyptic catastrophe facing the entire material world!"

"very good."

The elder brother nodded in satisfaction, his smile deepening. "Now that you've confirmed that the threat from the void is real, imminent, and capable of destroying everything..."

"So let's take a look at the most dazzling and unmissable star on the world stage over the past two decades—Kana."

He paused, then asked knowingly, "You must know about his deeds, right?"

Bianca couldn't help but roll her eyes again, and said irritably, "Of course!"

"Is there any intelligent life in this world that doesn't know about Kana? His rise to power and life trajectory are practically a publicly available legendary script."

"It all started with that prince who was abandoned by the royal family and pretended to be a playboy..."

"Amidst the upheaval, he decisively fled with his trusted knights, abandoning the crown and seeking refuge with his uncle..."

"The story told by the original followers: In dire straits, he led a large number of refugees through treacherous paths to the Eastern Wilderness, and even helped the dwarves repel the hordes of the plague god along the way!"

"Then he rose to prominence in the Eastern Wilderness, reaching his current position with unstoppable momentum, becoming the core of the Night's Watch, and being hailed as... 'The Prophet'! Even the motherland and royal family that made him 'The Sun' have been repeatedly chewed over by the world."

"Blazing Sun." A term circulating among a small, elite circle of young people.

Because when they were young, or even younger, Kana was like a shining star.

As they grow up, the stars of the past have become the dazzling sun in the sky, impossible to ignore.

Its influence is like the sun, illuminating the entire world.

It's fair to say that all of these young people who have grown up recently are fans of Canna.

"very good."

The elder brother's eyes sharpened, as if piercing through the mists of history.

His smile deepened, a mixture of admiration, fervor, and a hint of unsettling insight.

His suspended body leaned slightly forward, as if trying to instill the astonishing truth he understood into his sister's mind.

"My dear sister."

His voice lowered, the previous operatic arias subsided, replaced by an almost whispered, seductive sense of urgency.

“Lord Kana, our ‘prophet,’ he knew from the very beginning, more clearly than anyone else.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the noble caravan still struggling in the chaos below. The assassins, like venomous snakes in the shadows, precisely tore through every possible line of defense.

He seemed to be enjoying this cruel drama of the aristocracy.

"Do you think that he went to great lengths, even at the cost of countless resources, to generously spread the power of the Creation Stone in the name of 'blessing,' just so that the common people could have enough to eat, wear, and live a little longer?"
"Just to produce more food for soldiers and create more litters of cannon fodder?"

This was a derogatory term used by the nobles to refer to the behavior of the canna.

After all, in their view, Kana's behavior was extremely outrageous.

Who knows how many Creation Stones Karna used to create his extravagant blessing?
The older brother's voice carried a hint of blatant contempt.

“Foolish! That’s the thinking of a mere mortal. From the moment Lord Kana fled the Kingdom of Sunshine twenty years ago, he saw not the present hardships, nor the hegemony of a mere continent.”

He abruptly turned to his sister, his eyes sharp as a hawk's:
"What he saw was the end of the world! Not a vague 'crisis,' not a distant 'future,' but a 'doomsday' that was precise down to every stage, every point, and how much 'fuel' would be needed to burn through that boundless darkness!"

"Firewood?"

The younger sister frowned; the word sent a chill down her spine.

The "firewood" that the older brother mentioned clearly did not refer to wood.

"Yes, 'firewood'!"

The older brother repeated it heavily, his expression contorted, with a sacrificial piety.

"What is the essence of the void? It is devouring, annihilation, and the return of all things to nothingness. What is needed to fight it? It is to burn!"
"It requires the purest and most intense energy to counteract it! Do you think those legendary spells, artifacts, and dragon breaths are enough? Not enough! Far from enough! Those are just scattered sparks!"

His voice grew excited, and his finger hovered over the battlefield below.

"Look at these nobles! Look at the commoners they keep in captivity! Look at the billions of people struggling under the old order! What are they?"
"It is an underutilized 'raw material'! It is a low-quality 'fuel' with its potential locked up!"
"What did the blessing change? It 'purified' these raw materials! It made their life force burn brighter and longer! It allowed them to produce more... higher-quality 'fuel'!"

The younger sister's pupils suddenly contracted.

She understood her brother's subtext, a conclusion so cruel it took her breath away.

"You mean, Lord Kana orchestrated all of this, including this rebellion that forced the nobles to sacrifice their flesh and blood, with the ultimate goal of maximizing the 'production' of high-quality soldiers as ammunition against the Void before the end of the world?"
"And did he start preparing from the very beginning, when he was still an insignificant prince?"

His purpose is not hard to guess.

But what's terrifying is that if we analyze it this way, he might have really been preparing for this from the very beginning, when he was still an insignificant nobody.

That's completely different.

Bingo!

The older brother snapped his fingers, his face full of praise for his son's quick learning ability, while his contorted body movements carried a hint of neurotic excitement.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg of the Night's Watch's truly grand plan! They don't want land, wealth, or worldly power—they want people!"
"They are people who have been 'blessed' and optimized, are numerous, have strong wills, and whose soul strength is enough to ignite the fire of the apocalypse."

"It is about maximizing the potential of the entire civilization as 'firewood.' The old order, those corrupt nobles and greedy kings, are like thorny vines binding the 'firewood,' hindering the growth of the flame."

"This rebellion, this massacre, this thorough purge of the old forces is clearing away the impurities that hinder the burning of the future 'furnace'."

He opened his arms as if to embrace the chaotic battlefield and the bloody future:

"Think about it! In the old days, a plague could leave nine out of ten houses empty and the dead starving everywhere. Those who died were the weak and worthless."

"And the new era? Under the blessing of the Night's Watch, with unlimited resources, and with two or three decades of explosive population growth..."

What enormous, "optimized" population base will be born? When the fires of doomsday need to be ignited, we will have an endless supply of "sparks" of far superior quality than those of the past.

“Every one who is blessed is the fuel for the future; their soul, their will, their life will become the fuel to fight against the void.”

"This is the true meaning of the Night's Watch's 'fight for the world'! To use the ultimate burning of the world's life potential to exchange for a glimmer of hope!"

The older brother's voice rose again, carrying an operatic aria-like madness:
"How magnificent! How great! This is... the sacrifice of life! The rebirth of civilization! Only by removing these rotten crowns and scepters can the kindling be piled higher, denser, and burned more fiercely!"
"The Night Watchers are not encroaching on living space; they are reshaping the entire human race... no, the way of life of all intelligent races, forging them into the ultimate weapon against the apocalypse!"
"The continent of Taliel? That's nothing more than a new 'logging ground'! Attracting other forces to participate? Ha! Let them explore and multiply!"
"They are ultimately expanding the Night's Watch's 'firewood reserves,' they just don't realize it! Power? Domination? Those are merely byproducts of forging 'firewood'! Lord Carnar, his ambition has long transcended the boundaries of the mortal world!"

The younger sister's face turned pale, and the picture the older brother painted was grand and cold, filled with a chilling pragmatism.

The immense shadow of the Night's Watch swelled rapidly in her heart, no longer a mere protector or conqueror, but more like a ruthless deity meticulously plotting to throw the entire civilization into the furnace to forge a sharp blade.

At this moment, Kana's title of "prophet" has also been tainted with an indescribable, almost inhuman, scheming connotation.

Looking at her brother's fanatical and distorted face, she truly felt for the first time the extent of the rebellion they were involved in.

It may be far more than a simple power transition; rather, it is an essential "purging" process within a cold, hard plan.

“So…” The younger sister’s voice was a little dry, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, “our…our father, he chose to join the Night’s Watch…because he saw through…the true nature of this ‘firewood’?”

The brother's smile vanished instantly, the fervor faded, replaced by a deep and complex gaze, a gaze that seemed to pierce through his sister's soul.

“My dear sister, what do you think… why was Father drawn to the Night's Watch’s ideals? Why would a mage with such a long and legendary career willingly become part of a massive machine?”

"Is it merely for power and to fight the Void? Think about it carefully... In the Night Watch's grand blueprint, what kind of 'high-quality fuel' do families like ours, with our bloodline, serve?"

He paused meaningfully, leaving behind a chilling question that hung in the blood-soaked night sky.

Below, a piercing scream of a nobleman dying before his death tore through the night sky, as if serving as a bloody footnote to his brother's cruel prophecy. (End of Chapter)