Global Game: Developing a Knight Clan

Chapter 459 - 77: The World’s Situation and the Black Prison Race’s Alarm

This, then, brings us to the immense effort the True Game invested in this world after its comprehensive version update.

Without a doubt, all Transcendents developed into the Players’ temporary legions received the True Game’s protection.

In other words, the True Game used contracts to strictly monitor and restrict all the actions of the Extraordinary Soldiers.

For example, they were forbidden from displaying Extraordinary Power in front of ordinary people.

They were also forbidden from revealing anything about the existence of the Extraordinary or the Players.

Even if someone were to let it slip, their words would turn into incoherent mumbling.

In short, the True Game was supervising everything.

As a result, it was difficult for the High Tier Black Prison Clan, who spent their years high in the heavens, to discover any of this.

And naturally, the True Game’s great efforts were not without reward.

As of now, the True Game’s clandestine erosion of the Shadow World’s rules had reached nearly eighty percent.

And yet, the Black Prison Race Deities guarding this world remained completely unaware!

The Deities of the Black Prison Race were no ordinary deities.

Strictly speaking, their existence was akin to that of the Divine Tier Dragon Race.

For even such Deities to not discover a problem in the world they guarded, one could only imagine how powerful the True Game had become.

Of course, it was undeniably for this very reason that Lince had attached great importance to this world and invested the most of the game’s power into it.

However, the True Game’s stealthy erosion of this world’s rules had gone so far that it was now approaching its limit.

After all, nearly eighty percent of the world’s ruling authority, its Mana Will, had been stolen.

The Black Prison Race Deities guarding this world had all begun to sense a vague, ominous premonition, awakening one after another from their deep meditative slumber.

Although they had not yet discovered the rules of the world being eroded by the True Game...

...they immediately awakened the numerous High Tier and Saint Tier members of the Black Prison Race who perpetually roamed the high heavens in meditative slumber.

Some Black Prison Race Deities even dispatched their Demigod subordinates to take on human form and walk the mortal plane in their true bodies.

In short, during this period, nearly all High Tier Black Prison Clan members were mobilized.

The Andrews Kingdom was relatively fortunate.

Currently, only two Saint Tier members of the Black Prison Race had appeared within its borders.

「At this moment, in Hydeland, the Andrews Royal Capital.」

In the Royal Capital’s plaza, one of the two Saint Tier Black Prison Race members was perched atop a stone pillar.

The other hovered in the air beside it.

The two Saint Tier Black Prison Race members, having taken on human forms, had differing expressions. One was impassive, while the other looked somewhat amused.

They seemed to have no sense of the impending crisis at all.

Upon arriving, they immediately swept their powerful Spiritual senses over the entire Royal Capital.

"So, Galina, how many years has it been since we last harvested this world?"

"Three hundred years? Or was it five hundred?"

The Black Prison Race member, who resembled a kindly human elder, stood on the stone pillar and smiled harmlessly.

The one named Galina, who had taken the form of a human woman, replied without a trace of emotion, "Time is meaningless to us."

"Zoltan, if I recall correctly, you were the one responsible for helping them rebuild this farm after the last harvest, weren’t you?"

The old man’s smile didn’t waver as he nodded. "That’s right."

"To help the surviving human ’seeds’ multiply quickly, and to keep those brainless whelps from bothering them, this little Barrier I set up here has done a decent job, wouldn’t you say?"

As he spoke, the old man pointed proudly at the Barrier above the Royal Capital, which could even block all Middle-Low Tier Black Prison Race members from entering.

However, the old man’s pride only earned him a slight frown from Galina.

"Zoltan, why must you always tinker with such strange things?"

"This is a farm, not your personal laboratory!"

"Have you forgotten? The last harvest fell into widespread chaos precisely because you created that so-called Spirit Sound Technique in your designated zone and passed it on to the humans."

"What is it, Zoltan? Are you that eager to die?"

Galina’s scolding tone didn’t seem to bother the old man in the slightest; on the contrary, he kept smiling.

"’Die?’"

"’Death is merely the beginning of rebirth. Besides, even an eternal death would only be our souls returning to the embrace of our great Lord.’"

"’Besides, last time, although the Spirit Sound Technique made the harvest a bit more difficult, you know as well as I do, Galina, that the great ones in the Star Realm and the caretakers of the various regions were all quite satisfied with the results.’"

"’If they were dissatisfied, do you think I would still be standing here, Galina?’"

"’After being cultivated by the Spirit Sound Technique, the exquisite flavor of the humans’ souls from the farm... I imagine even you haven’t forgotten it, have you, Galina?’"

Zoltan looked at Galina with a wry smile.

Galina’s expression remained unchanged at his words. She replied coolly, "What use is a better taste?"

"’Don’t forget, the farms we oversee exist for the purpose of cultivating new members of our race.’"

"’If those humans hadn’t been so delectable last time, and if the great ones in the Star Realm hadn’t vouched for you, you and everyone else who allowed the Spirit Sound Technique to spread would never have survived.’"

"’You should know, Zoltan, that such a thing can happen once, but not twice.’"

At this, the old man simply smiled and gave a slight shrug.

"’I know, I know. Of course I’m aware of that.’"

"’See? Aside from this little Barrier, I haven’t done a single thing this time, have I?’"

Clearly, the elder of the Black Prison Race named Zoltan hadn’t taken the previous incident to heart.

"’I hope so.’"

Galina shot the old man a cool glance, then surveyed the entire Royal Capital.

"’I’ve checked this place for now and found nothing out of the ordinary.’"

"’But I don’t trust an old timer like you with a prior record.’"

"’Besides, you should know this, Zoltan: this situation is far from simple.’"

"’For all seven great ones in the Star Realm to collectively receive a premonition of danger... if the source isn’t in the farm world, then it’s most likely coming from the Star Sea.’"

"’But regardless, I hope you haven’t hidden anything from me this time.’"

"’Otherwise, if it’s confirmed that a major problem originated in your sector, no one’s plea will save you this time!’"

Galina stared directly at Zoltan.

"’You’re being too sensitive, Galina.’"

"’But no matter what I say, you won’t believe me anyway.’"

"’Since you insist on looking, I’ll accompany you on a tour of all the sectors I oversee.’"

The old man feigned helplessness. He glanced down at the dense crowds milling about in the plaza below and said slowly,

"’I really don’t know what the seven great ones in the Star Realm are thinking.’"

"’Since they’ve already foreseen the danger, we could just harvest the farms ahead of schedule.’"

Hearing this, Galina gave Zoltan a rare, cold snort.

"’Hmph. You think the great ones don’t want to?’"

"’It’s not that they don’t want to. It’s that they can’t!’"

"’One of the great ones, a master of the Law of Precognition, has already foreseen it.’"

"’This crisis involves some reckless fools who have set their sights on the living beings in our farms.’"

"’All you need to know is this: regardless of whether the crisis originates from within the farms or from beyond the Star Realm, if we harvest the creatures prematurely, we will immediately be forced into a war with the source of the threat!’"

At this, Galina’s expression grew solemn under Zoltan’s astonished gaze. She continued,

"’Everything we are doing now is merely a performance arranged by the great ones.’"

"’After all, the entity we’re facing this time is something that even the seven great ones consider a threat.’"

"’Therefore, the great ones have already sent word of the situation here to the Army Commander of the Star Realm. All we need to do now is buy time and wait for the army he dispatches to arrive.’"

"’Alright, that’s all I know.’"

"’Let’s go, Zoltan. Take me to the next location in your sector.’"

With that, Galina of the Black Prison Race transformed into a streak of light and shot into the sky without another word.

The Black Prison Race elder, after a brief moment of stunned silence, also turned into a streak of light and departed.

「After the two Black Prison Race members had departed, within the royal palace of the Andrews Royal Capital.」

Atop a clock tower, four pairs of eyes had observed everything the two Black Prison Race members did in the Royal Capital’s plaza.

"’It seems we can’t hide this much longer.’"

"’But that’s fine. According to our current progress, the Empire can declare a War of Civilizations at any moment.’"

"’Still, every day we can delay is a victory. That way, once the war begins, we can save as many of this world’s Human Race as possible.’"

"..."