A different world game? A different world game!

Chapter 1059 World Mainframe

At a relatively less stressful corner of the city wall, recruit Cole gripped a standard chainsaw sword.

With a pale face, he watched as a multi-legged void beast, its body half-shattered by dwarven shotgun fire, struggled to crawl toward the defensive line.

The foul-smelling purple bodily fluid splashed all over him.

His stomach churned, and his hand holding the sword trembled.

"Keep your breathing steady, kid! Treat it like a piece of rotten meat!"

A veteran with burn scars on his face roared and smashed a small flying vehicle that was lunging at Cole with the butt of his rifle.

Just then, with a "whoosh," a purple energy beam grazed Cole's shoulder armor, and the scorching shockwave made him stumble.

Medic Ella immediately rushed over, pressing a healing wand that shimmered with a gentle white light onto Cole's burned shoulder.

The cool and comfortable sensation instantly dispelled the pain and burning.

“Thank you…” Cole gasped, his eyes regaining their resolve.

Ella nodded quickly, her gaze shifting to the next wounded. Her figure moved through the smoke and flashes of energy, like an angel on the battlefield.

"For our homeland! For order!"

It is unknown who shouted the slogan first, but soon the shouts gathered into a torrent, overwhelming the roar in the void, and echoing on the walls of the rusty wasteland, becoming the most indomitable battle song in this bloody purgatory.

Beneath the fortress, purple flesh and broken crystals piled up like mountains, almost touching the crenellations of the city wall.

But the steel defenses built by the Night's Watch, guided by data, the resilience of veterans, the growth of new recruits, and the support of logistics, remain as solid as a rock.

What they are protecting is their own homeland.

……

The ocean of world consciousness.

Cana floated above this vast ocean of consciousness composed of endless thoughts and rules, his silver-white eyes like two cold stars, reflecting the dramatic changes happening below that concerned the very essence of the world.

Like the most patient observer, he meticulously and patiently examined every detail of the world's will reshaping itself.

The "core service processor"—the world host—that he conceived and realized through the power of creation, seemed to have stabilized in form. The grand wave of transformation gradually subsided, and the entire Sea of ​​Will fell into a strange, poised-to-launch tranquility.

Simply observe the other party's composition, the birth from nothing to something.

These are all distillations of his rules.

Within this tactile sensation, in a short period of time, he could clearly perceive a profound improvement in his understanding of the rules.

He was already infinitely close to the limit of faint divine power.

The scene before him was both a product of his plan and far beyond his complete control.

The unimaginably massive core of the world's mainframe did not ultimately take the form of a pure sphere or cube as envisioned, but rather an incredibly magnificent, hollowed-out cube framework.

It uses one of its sharp corners as a fulcrum, firmly "rooting" itself on the surging "surface" of the sea of ​​consciousness, composed of rules and ideas.

The entire structure rotates slowly and steadily, with a solemn rhythm reminiscent of celestial bodies.

The cube is composed of thick metal frame lines, like giant pillars supporting the heavens and the earth, shimmering with a cold, orderly silver-white luster.

These frame lines outline the boundaries of the cube, but inside the frame, it is not empty; rather, it is filled with a more complex, precise, and layered geometric structure.

These structures are made of finer metals, resembling countless intricate gears, pipes, and lattices interlocking and nesting to form an internal support network that is both robust and aesthetically pleasing.

Most strikingly, between the cold metal frame and the intricately filled structure, several thick, blood-red energy streams flow.

Like the blood vessels of a living organism, they flow ceaselessly along pre-designed, straight, and efficient channels, radiating vigorous vitality and powerful energy fluctuations.

This crimson hue is the embodiment of the Karna Blood Rules and Alchemy Rules within the World Mainframe, injecting this cold, logical machine with the "blood" of circulation and vitality.

The entire metal surface of the cube world host is covered with fine and regular straight stripes.

These stripes have no curves or arcs whatsoever; they are composed entirely of the purest geometric straight lines, interwoven parallel or perpendicular to each other, forming a strong, almost absolute, sense of orderly beauty.

It symbolizes the most fundamental pursuit of data-driven rules in information processing—precision, efficiency, and no redundancy.

This enormous metallic creation, so large that even the gods would feel insignificant, was gently enveloped by a huge, transparent energy bubble formed from the "seawater" of the sea of ​​will.

A faint golden and emerald halo flowed across the surface of the bubble, like an egg nurturing a galaxy, isolating it from external disturbances and protecting the final startup process taking place inside.

Suddenly, the entire core trembled slightly.

It wasn't a violent vibration, but a slight pulsation, as if energy had reached its peak and was about to complete its self-check.

A gentle yet intense ripple spread across the surface of the energy bubble enveloping it.

Immediately afterwards, the silvery-white light at the core, which represented the activation and resembled the morning star, suddenly stabilized and spread out.

Countless tiny points of light, representing the flow of information, began to flow and flicker wildly in the pipes, circuits, and lattices inside and outside the host frame, like an awakened galaxy, at a speed and density far exceeding any moment observed before.

The world server has officially launched!

The instant the activation was completed, a phantom slowly condensed and took shape above the sea of ​​consciousness, in front of Kana.

It was the figure of a woman.

She was tall and graceful, with long, flowing black hair that cascaded down to her waist.

She wore a peculiar gauze dress, as light and thin as the morning mist, yet it also gave off a sense of weight and solidity, like the earth itself.

The gauze dress is adorned with simple decorations made of pure silver metallic lines and flowing blood-red patterns.

The cold metal and warm blood color intertwine on the thin gauze, creating a strange and sacred beauty.

My gaze moved upwards and landed on her face.

It was a face that embodied all the compassion and maternal radiance in the world.

His brows held a gentle, all-encompassing quality, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky that embraced all things, and a faint, loving smile played at the corners of his lips, capable of soothing all wounds.

Just one glance at her is enough to feel the purest and most selfless maternal love from the source of life.

Kana's sharp eyes caught the subtle changes in her.

Her ear outlines seemed to blur and shift in an instant, sometimes appearing as rounded human ears, sometimes as the slender, pointed ears unique to elves, and occasionally even a pair of furry beast ears could be seen peeking out from among her hair. The moment her figure solidified and her gaze met Kana's, Kana instantly analyzed and confirmed her identity—the external manifestation of the world's will.

Her image is the embodiment of the "mother" image that all intelligent life in this world subconsciously holds for the mother planet that nurtured them.

The imagination, dependence, awe, and love of countless beings for Mother Earth ultimately converged and merged, shaping the being before us under the guidance of the most core and universal narrative thread of "mother."

"Kana, my child."

The will of the world, this newborn mother, has spoken.

Her voice was like the gentlest spring breeze caressing the heart, yet also carried the steady echo of the earth.

Without the slightest hesitation, Kana bowed slightly, placed his right hand on his chest, and performed a bow of the highest honor, his voice clear and respectful.

"The Great Mother of the World".

Upon hearing this title, the woman in front of him paused slightly, as if she were pondering.

On her face, which embodied the thoughts of all living beings, a subtle, almost human-like expression of contemplation appeared.

"Such a form of address... is too distant."

She gently shook her head, her voice still soft, yet carrying an undeniable correction, "You are my most special child, the guiding star leading me to a new life. You shouldn't call me that."

She paused, her gaze gentle as she looked at Kana. "You can call me 'Aigela.' It's a name that carries the foundation of the world, the embrace of a mother, and the weight of the earth—it's most fitting."

The name is easy to understand.

Combine the languages ​​of various races.

It has meanings such as world, mother, and earth.

Kana readily complied, raising his head and responding with sincere eyes, "As you wish, Mother Aigella."

“Egella’s mother…”

This title seems to have touched a warm logical node deep within the core of the world's mainframe.

A genuine smile, filled with the pure joy of a young girl, bloomed on Aigella's face, like the first ray of sunshine melting in early spring, dispelling all sense of divine alienation.

She looked at Kana, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief.

"Thank you, my child. Thank you for your wisdom, courage, and fearless actions. I can clearly feel all the efforts you have made to protect this world, and I can feel the unwavering will to protect it deep in your soul."

Her voice grew softer, carrying a strange resonance, as if the whole world was whispering thanks.

"I also want to thank you for giving me this clear form, allowing me to truly 'see,' 'feel,' and 'express,' and to possess this precious... freedom."

Cana was not surprised by this.

The mainframe, composed of the consciousness of the entire world, possesses computing power and information processing capabilities that far surpass the imagination limits of mortals and even ordinary gods.

The accumulation, collision, and evolution of such a vast amount of "data" ultimately gave birth to an intelligent individual with a high degree of self-awareness and emotional expression. In Kana's logical deduction, this was an inevitable and natural result.

This is not an imposed will, but a natural emergence of qualitative change caused by quantitative change.

Moreover, this consciousness itself is the collective sublimation of the will of all living beings in the world; it is the world itself.

Her existence, her calculations, and her source of power are all deeply rooted in the collective consciousness of all intelligent life and the fundamental rules of the world.

She is a true “Mother of the World.” Her rationality and wisdom stem from her unparalleled computational power, while her sensibility and compassion arise from the “motherly” imagery bestowed upon her by all living beings.

Aigella's figure drifted closer, carrying a reassuring aura.

She reached out and gently cupped Kana's cheeks in her hands.

Her fingertips carried a slightly cool, energetic touch, yet contained an indescribable warmth.

She leaned down slightly and placed a gentle kiss on Kana's forehead, a kiss that seemed to carry the blessings of starlight and the earth.

In an instant, Kana felt a vast yet gentle power surge into his divine core. It was not a direct enhancement of his divine power, but rather a kind of "authority" enhancement and "affinity" blessing from the origin of the world.

This is the World Mother's recognition and blessing upon her savior.

"Accept my blessing, my child."

Aigella withdrew her hand, her eyes filled with encouragement and expectation.

Go do what you must do, go and accomplish your great task. I will support you, as the earth supports all things.

Her expression immediately revealed a genuine, slightly troubled look, like that of a mother who had just gained a moment of leisure but had to throw herself back into her busy work.

"And now... I still need to cut off and clean up those annoying void tentacles. Honestly, I've only just gained clear consciousness and this little bit of freedom, and I already have to be so busy. It's really a bit frustrating."

She complained softly, but there was no real resentment in her tone; instead, there was a sense of "duty to be shouldered" in her voice.

She looked at Kana, and a warm smile returned to her face, which blended maternal radiance with girlish liveliness.

“Then, my children…” Her gaze seemed to pierce through the sea of ​​consciousness, seeing all the beings struggling in the material world, “Please continue your efforts so that I can get rid of this busyness as soon as possible and truly… ‘rest’ for a while.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure faded and disappeared like ink spreading in water. The massive data stream instantly detached from this anthropomorphic form and flowed back into the huge world host core.

Immediately afterwards, Kana could clearly sense a more precise, efficient force, imbued with a maternal determination to protect, beginning to surge at the level of the world barrier, proactively and purposefully severing those re-emerging void channels.

Looking at the spot where Aegira had disappeared, Kana floated alone on the sea of ​​consciousness, feeling the lingering cool blessing mark on his forehead, and shook his head helplessly.

This nascent world will, with its character incorporating the myriad aspects of human life, is indeed somewhat unconventional and unexpected.

“However,” he calmly analyzed, the data flowing smoothly in his silvery eyes, “a humanoid world will that can communicate clearly, understand emotions, and is willing to actively provide assistance to intelligent life.”

"In the face of an impending full-scale invasion of the Void, the morale boost, improved coordination, and enhanced rule-based support it brings far outweigh any unpredictable drawbacks."

"This is a good thing."

Moreover, although the result was somewhat unexpected in some details, such as Aegella's personality which was a mixture of maternal and girlish feelings, the core essence—the world's will gaining the consciousness of intelligent individuals and becoming a communicable force—was entirely within the scope of his initial deductions and expectations.

"The objective has been achieved; it's time to move on to the next step."

Kana didn't linger. With a slight thought, his figure vanished from the vast sea of ​​world consciousness like a reflection in water. (End of Chapter)