A different world game? A different world game!

On the massive battlefield of bloodshed in the first level of the abyss.

At the very front of this battlefield.

Demons surged like a tide.

The lowest level of demons and horned demons were as numerous as maggots.

They shoved, tore, and trampled over the corpses of their own kind as they moved forward, brandishing their rusty weapons and emitting meaningless hisses.

The colossal berserker, like a human battering ram, roared as it swung its giant axe, which burned with hellfire, each strike bringing forth a storm of blood and gore.

The cunning winged demons hovered low in the air, dropping corrosive acid or swooping down to scratch and claw, their shrieks disturbing the mind.

The distorted abyssal aberration beast strode heavily, trampling everything in its path, pus dripping from its carapace.

Higher up, the Balrog's figure resembled a moving volcano, its fiery whip lashing out scorched cracks, and where the scorching wind passed, the rocks melted.

Demons come in various forms, and their race can only be determined by their behavior and brief characteristics.

This place is absolutely chaotic.

The opposing Order forces, on the other hand, displayed astonishing discipline and teamwork.

The elven rangers leaped and darted through the chaos, their mithril scimitars drawing deadly arcs, precisely slicing open the demons' throats or joint gaps.

The arrows from the elven archers behind them rained down like a silver storm, precisely striking the threats in the air.

The shield wall formed by the dwarven warriors was as solid as a rock, with huge rune shields tightly connected, and heavy warhammers and axes smashing out from behind the shields.

Each fall was accompanied by the cracking sound of the demon's shell shattering and the muffled groan of bones breaking.

The minotaur warriors' charge was like an earthquake; their massive totem poles swept across, smashing the lesser demons in their path into a bloody pulp and breaking the bones of the berserker demons.

Warriors of humanoid races, mounted on their mounts, patrolled the edge of the battlefield, their arrows flying like a machine gun, precisely targeting and killing demons attempting to bypass the defenses.

Lizardmen, orcs, winged people, elemental beings, and even heavily armored behemoth knights... warriors from all corners of the astral plane, as well as sky knights riding wyverns, griffins, and giant eagles, are all fighting fiercely in their respective positions.

Legion warfare is a powerful tool for the forces of order to combat chaos.

Under the commander's precise instructions, the organized mage corps raised their staffs high.

Flame storms, frost novae, and chain lightning erupted like plows across the densely populated demon areas, instantly clearing large swathes of land.

The ballistae array roared, and the alchemical giant arrows, wrapped with armor-piercing runes, tore through the air, accurately piercing the massive abyssal beasts.

Warriors equipped with strange alchemical weapons raised their staff-like weapons, unleashing dense energy beams that cascaded down like waterfalls, suppressing the demonic tide that attempted to climb.

The battle unfolded on every inch of land, brutal and direct.

The slicing sound of a blade cutting through flesh, the cracking sound of bones breaking, the dying howl of a demon, the furious battle cry of a warrior, the booming sound of a spell exploding, the tremor of an energy shield being struck...

Countless voices converge into a never-ending, soul-chilling, bloody symphony.

Blood and entrails mixed with mud and lava formed a slippery, filthy blood swamp underfoot.

Severed limbs lay scattered on the scorched earth like carelessly discarded trash.

With their iron will, superior equipment, and close cooperation, the Order forces have managed to maintain their front line amidst the endless numbers and madness of the demons.

Watching this battle.

Kana couldn't help but feel alarmed.

The scale of this war is simply too large; how many people are fighting on both sides?
It has reached at least the million level.

Moreover, this is only the core battlefield in the center. As long as one slightly expands their divine sense, one can clearly sense that there is also such a battlefield in the distance, in a place beyond the reach of sight.

However, at this moment, Kana shifted his attention elsewhere.

They moved to a place that was more conspicuous to the gods.

On the mortal battlefield, the battles of gods in higher dimensions are equally fierce.

The two gods fought fiercely in a gap in space, and the aftershocks of their battle, like muffled thunder, faintly emanated through the unstable spatial barrier.

Each flash of energy collision briefly illuminated the battlefield below, bringing a chilling pressure.

High in the abyss, the figures of two other deities appeared and disappeared, stirring up thick blood clouds. The orange-red clouds spun and dispersed wildly under the tearing force of their power.

Like a filthy dough being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, the divine power it leaked out swept in all directions like an invisible storm.

However, the most captivating event was the earth-shattering battle between colossi in the heart of the battlefield.

A wicked god from the abyss reveals the ultimate form of a high-ranking demon.

It fully revealed its divine body, but to the demon, its divine body was simply like an enlarged version of the demon.

They are fundamentally different from the gods of other races.

Its tall, humanoid body was covered in dark bone armor, and the curved horns on its head seemed to pierce the sky.

Each flap of its enormous bat wings unleashed a hurricane carrying sulfur and blood.

It has four thick arms, each with a giant hand the size of a head, covered with thick scales and keratin at the end.

Six dagger-like claws gleamed with a cold light.

Two of its arms gripped a giant double-edged sword burning with abyssal demonic flames, while the other two transformed into the most primal weapons—grinding into giant fists capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, or opening into sharp claws that could tear through space.

Its opponent is a god of the Order faction, whose form resembles an ancient frost bear that stands tall and imposing.

Its divine body was a majestic blue-white color, as if it were forged from ancient, unmelting ice and pure lightning, with mysterious divine runes of order flowing across its surface.

A surge of immense divine power coursed through his body, forming dazzling bolts of lightning capable of tearing through space.

This bear god clearly possessed an overwhelming advantage in strength. It roared, and each heavy slap of its paw carried a chilling current that could freeze everything and a force capable of shattering stars, tearing at the evil god's bone armor and smashing the greatsword containing destructive magic energy, sending sparks flying.

Each violent tear caused the evil god's massive body to tremble violently, forcing it to temporarily retreat.

The pure power of the two sides collided in a devastating manner, with each clash of fists and claws, swords and palms, unleashing shockwaves powerful enough to tear space apart.

The already shattered earth beneath their feet cracked and melted again, leaving behind huge, bottomless pits, like terrifying marks left on the earth by a god with a giant hammer.

Just as Kana was captivated by the grand and tragic scene of the bloodbath on the first level of the abyss, his gaze swept past the carnage of the mortal battlefield and turned toward the aftershocks of the battle between gods in a higher dimension.

A completely different gaze, thick with malice, coiled around his divine senses like a cold, venomous snake. This was not the chaotic, frenzied will of the battlefield, but rather precise, focused, and imbued with a naked inquiry and a certain unpleasant "interest," its target clearly locked onto him.

For a deity to feel such a clear sense of being "watched," the other party must be an existence of the same level.

The undisguised abyssal chaos in those eyes immediately confirmed Kana's source—an abyssal evil god also lurking on the edge of the battlefield's shadow.

The white mist-like divine body of the Judgment Mist beside him also rippled slightly, clearly having also caught the gaze of this uninvited guest.

As a veteran deity on the first level of the Abyss's bloodbath battlefield, He locked onto the identity of the newcomer almost instantly.

“Sulcrad…” Judgment Mist’s voice lowered, tinged with wariness, “The Lord of Shadows, the Whisperer of Shadows.”

As if to confirm the whispers of the fog of judgment, right on the edge of the cliff where they stood, the thick shadow stirred by the firelight and energy turbulence of the battlefield below began to writhe and gather as if it had a life of its own.

There was no fluctuation of teleportation, nor any tearing of space; the shadow simply "condensed" naturally into a form with a strong presence, as if it were meant to be there.

He was a tall and slender figure.

At first glance, its outline even has a touch of elfin elegance and refinement.

He was dressed in a very well-tailored red and black nobleman's outfit. The dark red background was like dried blood, adorned with deep black patterns as dark as night. The fabric gleamed ominously in the murky light of the abyss.

However, this superficial elegance is completely distorted by its inhuman qualities.

Four slightly backward-curving, jet-black demonic horns on its head, like a crown, proclaim its abyssal nature.

The hands that emerged from the cuffs were covered in dark, fine scales, and the fingertips were sharp, gleaming claws.

On the exposed skin of her neck and parts of her cheeks, meandering orange-red lines like lava flowed beneath her skin, as if scorching hellfire was flowing beneath her skin.

Most striking is what lies behind Him, where a mist-like mass composed of pure shadows, constantly churning and shifting, floats silently, like a living cloak or some kind of symbiotic organism, emanating an unsettling sense of being devoured.

At His waist, an elegant, yet chillingly cold, one-handed longsword rested quietly in its scabbard. His right hand rested casually on the hilt, a relaxed posture that contained a deadly elegance.

If it weren't for the horns, claws, and eerie markings on his skin, he could blend perfectly into any elven noble from an upper plane based solely on his physique and attire.

His evil is not a crude tyranny, but a deep-seated, twisted, noble, and decadent beauty, which is more alluring and more dangerous.

"Your Excellency, Mist of Judgment, it has been a long time. Your radiance remains as unforgettable as ever."

Surkrad spoke, his voice calm and soothing, even carrying a touch of aristocratic languor.

He nodded slightly toward the direction of the fog of judgment, his gesture impeccable, as if engaging in a high-society greeting.

However, each syllable of that sound seemed to possess a life of its own, with a strange adhesive force that, once inside the ear, stubbornly tried to penetrate into a deeper spiritual realm.

It's as if whispers echo within the skull, compelling one to listen, ponder, and immerse oneself in them.

This is by no means a matter of politeness, but rather a subtle and ever-present form of spiritual erosion.

Is this the manifestation of the Whisperer among the other gods?
The sound was like a mesmerizing, decadent melody, extremely penetrating.

Moreover, it contains the chaotic meaning of the abyss.

Upon this first meeting, Kana formed a definite first impression of the evil god before him.

A god who uses conspiracies and tricks to corrupt people.

Moreover, this image is almost identical to the original.

After performing this seemingly proper etiquette, Surkrad's vertical pupils, like molten gold, slowly turned to Kana.

His gaze was filled with undisguised curiosity and scrutiny, as if he were examining a rare treasure, or rather, a highly challenging prey.

His lips curved into a perfectly balanced smile, elegant yet full of meaning.

"Then, you must be the 'savior' who built an immortal fortress and ignited the flame of hope on the battlefield of the 1121st floor?"

Surkrad's tone was slightly amused; Kana's name seemed to be quite famous, something he himself hadn't anticipated.

"Kana... what a resounding name. To be able to stir up such a remarkable ripple in our... well, in your words, 'dead waters' battlefield is truly remarkable."

His words affirmed Karna's achievements, but carried a condescending sense of judgment, as if he were commenting on an interesting toy.

Kana's name quietly spread across the battlefield of the Abyss Bloodbath, not because he had disrupted the balance of a certain war zone.

The demons don't really care about the gains or losses of local fortresses; the chaotic nature of the abyss determines the perpetual flow of the battle lines.

What truly piqued the interest of beings like Sulkrad was the symbolic meaning and potential value inherent in the title "Savior."

A being favored by the world's will and burdened with a grand mission, whose soul's brilliance and its darkness after fall will be the most coveted delicacies of the abyss.

"Another 'savior'..."

Surkrad sighed softly, his voice carrying a complex mix of regret and anticipation, almost like an aria.

"What a fascinating title, carrying the world's expectations and a glimmer of hope in despair. May you, dear Lord Cana, achieve even more astonishing feats than your... less fortunate predecessors."

"I, and the will of the abyss, have high expectations for this."

His words were like a blessing, yet also like a curse.

His gaze lingered on Kana, his vertical pupils, like molten gold, seemed to pierce through appearances and look directly at the core of divinity, trying to find the cracks beneath the halo of "salvation".

"what a pity."

Surkrad gracefully spread his hands, which were covered with fine scales. "I am currently preoccupied with important matters and cannot have a deep and frank conversation with you, a newborn star."

"The will of the abyss is always so urgent. But believe me, I have a great interest in you. We... will surely meet again."

"At that time, I hope to have the opportunity to 'discuss' things properly about order, chaos, redemption, and that alluring path of depravity."

Before Kana or the Fog of Judgment could even respond, Sulkrad's figure began to "dissolve."

He did not disappear, but rather faded away like ink dripping into water, or like being erased by an invisible eraser, his entire human form rapidly fading and blending into the surrounding churning shadows.

The shadow then subsided, as if nothing had ever been there.

The entire process was silent and incredibly fast, leaving only a faint, lingering scent of sulfur and musty perfume in the air, and the persistent feeling of being watched by those molten gold vertical pupils.

Only when the shadow completely subsided did the white mist enveloping Kana seem to relax slightly. (End of Chapter)