After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

hiss!

Oswald, who was the first to react, gasped in shock.

Am I seeing ghosts today? Those guys actually gave me good stuff? A forging table generated with a single click, and with unlimited uses?

If they could figure this thing out, what would the Northern Army need logistics for? They could just mine it on the spot and then mass-produce weapons and armor.

[Is this a trap?]

Tongzi wagged its tail, its tone somewhat solemn.

Here's a joke: Your system is questioning the products it sells and seriously suspects quality issues.

(Let's give it a try; I don't really have a suitable weapon on hand.)

Thanks to the freebies from the system, Oswald had previously obtained a decent Spiritwind Sword, but unfortunately it was damaged during the battle, which Oswald found quite regrettable.

Another item, the War Horn of Ville, wasn't entirely useless, but it wasn't suitable for Oswald's subsequent plans.

Tongzi and Chuguang had no objections. After all, it was a high-level forging station. Even if it couldn't forge a weapon that matched Oswald's combat strength, it could still quickly improve the overall strength of the Northern Army by forging some medium-quality equipment in batches.

Oswald tapped his mind, and the mall interface quickly dimmed. A giant forging platform, about two meters wide and three meters high, crashed into the system space.

As Chu Guang connected with the power of nature, the forging table immediately shone with dazzling light. With the assistance of Chu Guang, a major energy user, the only problem left for the forging table was what materials to use to forge equipment.

If we're talking about the most suitable material, it would definitely be Oswald's own body. However, his clone has already been energized by Primal Light, and to ensure the integrity of the structure, Primal Light didn't even spare that excellent skeleton.

"If we're talking about enchanting materials, your magic crystals are the most suitable."

The system and Chu Guang took out two magic crystals one after the other. The system took the giant insect's crystal, while Chu Guang took a replica of Oswald himself. It seems they had the same idea.

Chaos is the ladder of progress. Without calamities, the timeline would still be running as it has in the past, and Oswald would not be able to stand at his current height.

This is what people often call "circumstances create heroes," after all, who can guarantee that their greatest talent isn't being an undead?

(You two take it easy, try it a few more times with regular materials first.)

Oswald yawned, rubbed his aching back, and quietly walked into the room.

Besides physical exhaustion, Oswald was more mentally exhausted.

The goddess is no good, and neither are the systems at headquarters; they've been high and mighty for far too long.

The truth is: Absolute power corrupts absolutely...

The systems control the power of souls, choosing transmigrators and hosts from among living beings to fight against powerful gods and protect the interests of more living beings.

This is both the path they came from and the core of their power and responsibility.

But when did things start to go wrong? Perhaps it started when time travelers could complete their missions with almost no effort.

It doesn't matter anymore. Whether or not they can gain the support of most living beings, or what the transmigrator wants to do, it doesn't matter anymore.

The world is nothing more than a series of currencies waiting to be collected into one's hands. Even if hundreds of billions of living beings die, they are nothing more than a series of numbers, an ordinary piece of information.

From that time onward, time travelers ceased to be special; instead, they became a kind of replaceable weapon on this giant chessboard.

The worst news is that there are factional struggles within the system, and they are escalating; the transmigrators are all harboring deep hatred, and they are more interested in changing their own world than saving another one.

The transmigrators' home planet thus became a battlefield. As the most complex world in the universe, a planet that can become a home planet naturally possesses a complex power system; otherwise, they would not be able to adapt to this other world.

In the past, Oswald did not believe in these supernatural things; materialism and technology constituted everything he knew.

But the fellow countrymen scattered throughout the universe, along with the system's subtle reminders, forced Oswald to slowly begin to accept that the blue planet held many unknown secrets.

The time travelers and the gods are two sides of the same coin. In the past, the system used time travelers to fight against the gods, but now they have begun to collect the power of the gods.

The outbreak of civil war on the transmigrators' home planet was never a coincidence.

Oswald still remembers his second life. After his death, the system didn't send him back as promised. If it weren't for Elene's war years later, which caused time to rewind...

No, it has nothing to do with time reversal. I am left behind as a warning and deterrent. The systems have known the secrets of this planet from the beginning. The system also mentioned that many systems are paying attention to every move of this world.

The dragon selected as the system's dragon.

Deprivation of sight and eyeballs.

The study of the undead and the soul.

The headquarters that took away the Sword of Lust.

The chessboard was already set up when the two fools first arrived. They were truly idle players, meaning the goddess had a bad temper; otherwise, she could have simply ignored them.

Why didn't Oswald and the leader receive rewards and logistical support?

Because both of them are in a purely free mode, their only task is to ensure that the goddess does not escape control. During this time, whether it is role-playing or conquering the world, these are irrelevant side quests.

Oswald had no doubt that if the goddess did anything out of line, a planet-destroying cannon would appear in his hand the next second.

Then the goddess fell, the transmigrator and the system were erased, and a new system took over the work, and the cycle continued until the headquarters achieved its predetermined goal.

After going around in circles, everyone is just a different glove of the same camp. After all, collecting lustful power is not a pleasant thing to talk about, and it could potentially ignite a civil war.

But what can they do?

When Oswald opened his eyes at night, Eleanor was still pressed tightly against him, her sleeping posture somewhat unseemly.

The systems could, of course, say: We can allow their souls to be reborn into another, better world.

Oswald could also say: I can play however I want, and what they do is none of my business.

But things shouldn't be like this!

The most important thing for living beings is to live and strive to live better, rather than erasing themselves again and again during reincarnation!

Furthermore, what world is without oppression? What world has truly achieved equality? What world isn't a place where a small group of powerful and wealthy individuals control the vast majority of the poor?

Can't living beings escape this so-called cycle of reincarnation?

[Host, your current thoughts are dangerous.]

While quietly experimenting with the forging table in the system space, Tongzi had already created a large number of high-quality swords, spears, and halberds. However, after listening to the host's analysis, Tongzi also began to doubt the so-called limited-time event.

Could it be that all along... it's been another faction's system trading with us?

Tongzi quickly checked the interfaces of two unfinished tasks. One task required Oswald to resolve the abnormal sun and get it running again, with the reward being a random lottery.

The task was very formal, almost like a standard demonstration.

As for the other submission, "Erotic Metal," the somewhat sloppy shop interface... well, let's just pretend we know nothing about it.

(Is it dangerous? Maybe. There are too many questions I don't understand.)

Oswald's sigh was heard, and Tongzi immediately let out a crackling laugh as he continued to toss the materials in his hand to the forging table.

[It's okay, he agreed. Go ahead and do it, put your thoughts and ideas into practice.]