Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

Just like how Jackdaw left back then, the death of the second Judge shattered the balance again. The four people who couldn’t trust each other tore apart the Doomsday Watchers once more.

Or rather, the Doomsday Watchers had completely fractured.

Lionheart Byron supported the strongest Kos Empire back then according to his original plan. Shadow Koos disappeared after dismissing Black Sword, and Discipline Macas sealed himself in the Dark Room for a year before returning to the Holy Spirits Church. As for Windcaller Jay, he supported the Storm Kingdom’s royal family to stabilize the situation.

William couldn’t help but facepalm.

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Wouldn’t this be the worst choice?

From William’s point of view as someone from another world, with the help of magic, which could far exceed the technology of modern-day society, without the threat of the Moon Realm, the Vic Continent would undoubtedly establish a unified country sooner or later. This was also a necessary path for the further popularization of magic.

During this process, the Doomsday Watchers—who originally had absolute strength—could choose to disband on the spot and not participate. They could also be arbiters to supervise that this war wouldn’t spiral out of control. They could even personally participate and choose to support a reliable party to quickly complete the unification process to reduce unnecessary casualties.

However, no matter what choice they made, it had to be decisive.

This was because the worst choice was to hesitate and have scruples in everything. It would ultimately lead to the entire team being left in a state of disunity, causing them to fight their own battles. This way, not only could they not resolve the problem faster, but they would also intensify the conflict by several notches.

This happened to be their choice.

Although the Doomsday Watchers did participate in the end, not only did they not have the effect of settling things, but they also bolstered the confidence of various factions, making them feel that destiny was with them, adding fuel to the fire.

At this point, the entire continent entered the Kings Era which lasted for more than 200 years. Blake, who had lost consciousness because of the ascension ritual, didn’t know much about what happened after that, including the final four Judges.

“The last time I recovered my consciousness in the Moon Realm was after Terra’s conquest. Back then, I felt 13 Moon Realm rifts open at the same time, and the power of 13 Void Sovereigns extended to the continent. I originally thought that the Moon Realm was about to launch an invasion on Currere, so I sent my demon spirits into Currere, hoping to find the former Judges to remind them that it was best to make preparations. However, I only found Remides in Ava State…”

“She told me that an existence similar to you in quality who was definitely not you had unified the Vic Continent and was gathering a fleet to cross the Shattered Sea. He wanted to bring Ava State under the jurisdiction of the new empire.”

William walked around Thorn City’s market and silently recalled Blake’s last description.

Blake’s memories after advancing to the Father of the Crows were extremely fragmented, so his recount appeared intermittent.

Blake had paused for a moment before continuing, “My consciousness completely blurred after the storm. I only remember seeing Remides shoot Glazed Moon arrow through Terra Riel’s head on a warship. Logically speaking, that person couldn’t have returned to the empire alive.”

Just as William had tested, the damage caused by spells and objects couldn’t be equivalent to the numbers in-game. Just like in-game, with William’s high evasion and resistance, he wouldn’t lose much health even if he stood still and let others slash him for hours.

However, if William gave up all resistance and didn’t dodge, dispelled all his permanent defensive spells, took off all his equipment, and extended his neck for a recruit to slash with an iron sword, he would undoubtedly die.

Back when he suffered Coles’s blow, he had to wear the Blue Glory Ring that specialized in dealing with lightning damage.

Therefore, if Terra Riel had suffered a Glazed Moon arrow to the head as Blake had described, there was no reason for him to live to the end of his life as recorded in history.

Very problematic… That so-called founding emperor claiming to be my reincarnation.

After passing through the market and circling a few streets, William arrived at the downtown area of Thorn City.

The so-called downtown was actually the slums.

A few scrawny children were curled up in a corner knitting a simple beggar’s crown. When they saw William walk over, they couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him.

William knew that he had to make a trip to the slums. In order not to attract attention, he specially chose the simplest outfit from the Treasure Hall. Its name was Clothes of the Poor. William thought that he could perfectly blend into the surrounding environment with inferior fabric and crude workmanship. However, when he came over, he realized that he was too naive.

Walking into the slum in this outfit was like walking into a tavern in an evening gown.

Among the children, an especially thin child hesitated for a while before putting the half-finished crown in his hand over his head. Then, he walked in front of William with light steps and extended his hand.

William didn’t have a wallet, and he only had a large number of gold coins from a thousand years ago in his inventory. Therefore, he hesitated for a moment before reaching into the lining of his clothes. Pretending to be digging for something, he took out a small piece of Paranor biscuit from his inventory and placed it in the child’s hand.

The other party looked at the white triangular food in his hand and blinked in confusion.

“Eat it now,” William said in a gentle but commanding tone.

There was naturally no need to elaborate on which was safer for a child from the slums when it came to getting money by exchanging a piece of Paranor meant for nobles or eating it to fill his stomach.

The other party nodded and swallowed the biscuit. Then, his eyes widened in surprise.

“This… This is…”

The child spoke incoherently, probably because he felt an unprecedented impact on his taste buds.

William didn’t say anything. He turned around and lifted a child who was trying to steal something from his waist. Then, he smiled and shook his head at him.

William released his grip and watched the children—including the one who had begged him—run away.

“How sad…”

William sighed slightly.

Magic in this world could split mountains, boil rivers and lakes, and cause storms to wreak havoc, but most people in this world still had to dig for food in the ground.

This world shouldn’t be like this.

William didn’t try to catch up to the children, nor did he plan on doing charity here. He didn’t even plan on returning and telling Vincent that he wanted him to improve the situation in Thorn City’s downtown.

This might save a few people, a few streets, or even the poor citizens of Thorn City, but that was all.

If he didn’t resolve the more fundamental problems, no matter how many people they saved, it would only be a drop in the ocean.

To avoid attracting attention, William used a Shadow spell to conceal himself before jumping into Thorn City’s sewers from a hidden spot.

After circling the sewage treatment network a few times, he finally arrived at his destination.

Removing the shadow’s concealment, he knocked on a secret door at the end of the passageway.

The observation hole on the secret door lit up slightly. When it saw that it was William, the door immediately opened.

The person who opened the door was Nizemar.

“Saint… Lord Kane.”

The other party almost failed to watch her words.

William didn’t stand on ceremony with her. Instead, he went straight to the point and asked, “How’s the progress? Thorn City’s Magic Network 1.0.”