Chapter 399: A New World—The Imperial Capital
Fang Yi scolded with disappointment, "Even in a world guided by consciousness, it takes ages for life to forge equipment, comprehend skills, or cultivate extraordinary beings."
Even the lowest-quality gear imbued with supernatural power doesn't just appear from nowhere.
Take magical equipment for example—
it requires blacksmiths to endlessly experiment,
forges, forging techniques, tempering, mineral selection...
even the help of mages to inscribe enchantments and inject magic energy so that supernatural power can circulate properly.
All of this is a crystallization of centuries of accumulated craft.
"Skills are the same."
A warrior drenched in blood, constantly tempering his techniques, may—if exceptionally gifted—comprehend even a basic skill like [Whirlwind Slash].
Then, through generations of inheritance,
these martial techniques are polished until, with a stroke of luck, they evolve from simple combat moves into energy-based skills.
Fang Yi smiled. "Even if a player controls an entire nation—or even a world—they can't directly use origin power. They can only passively develop it."
"But..."
His tone shifted, revealing his intent.
"The Reincarnation Game can offer players the best services."
"Barracks blueprints—once constructed, they allow for recruitment of local NPCs, rapidly teaching them combat skills. The higher the barracks level, the stronger the skills."
"Castle blueprints—these transmit knight-related techniques and even allow the advancement to the [Knight] class."
"Equipment blueprints—once purchased, players can immediately begin forging zombie-world-themed gear: Peachwood Swords, Abomination Blades, Zombie Claws…"
"…"
"That's why I said—letting players rule the world is the best choice!"
"Players will eagerly hand over the origin they dig up through various means to the Reincarnation Game—like diligent little bees."
Working tirelessly, selflessly contributing to the fight against the Corrupted Worlds—what a noble spirit.
Fang Yi genuinely admired them.
Afu, the silver-haired girl, opened her mouth but couldn't find the words to respond.
"Let's go!"
The war in the zombie world had grown increasingly intense.
Players were scouring every inch of land for Ghost Generals to obtain entrance tickets to the Imperial Catacombs.
The Corpse Dragon may be powerful,
but with so many players after it, it would likely become just another gemstone or reward point, nourishing player growth.
"Where to?"
Afu asked, still dazed, like she'd just woken up.
Were they going to hunt the corruption themselves?
"Since the Reincarnation Game is already exposed to the Corrupted World, there's no need to hold back anymore."
"Starting now, we recruit players on a large scale."
Fang Yi's gaze pierced through layers of space and locked onto a certain player's world.
"Let's visit the Imperial Capital. The [World Core] of this world is perfect for crafting a building that challenges and tempers players."
He reached out and tapped the air with his index finger.
Ripples spread like waves across a calm sea. Fang Yi lifted Afu by the collar and stepped through the distortion.
Like walking through a door,
light gradually filled Fang Yi's vision.
A broad, clean avenue.
Bustling crowds.
The architecture was medieval in style, yet the city thrived with life.
The most eye-catching structure was the massive Royal Castle at the city's center, towering high above all else—
like an enormous fortress.
Inside lived the most privileged people in this world.
"Master, what are we going to do here?"
Afu was practically bouncing with excitement, eyeing the food stalls lining the street.
She was already thinking about tasting the exotic cuisine of this new world.
Seeing the energetic atmosphere, Fang Yi smiled.
"We're going to the Royal Castle. To find this world's emperor—or at least a high-ranking minister."
This was the Imperial Arms World—
also known as Akame ga Kill! Because the world's fate was tied to a girl named Akame.
Just as people rot, nations also fall.
Even a thousand-year empire like this one was nothing more than a hell cloaked in prosperity—
a playground for demons in human skin.
This was the truest reflection of the world.
The seemingly prosperous Imperial Capital was rotting from within. It was the final days of a dying dynasty.
Corrupt officials, oppressed civilians, debauched nobility…
The World Core of this world was of the [Artifact] type.
Roughly a thousand years ago,
the emperor who unified the continent used the empire's vast wealth and influence to gather the greatest craftsmen from across the world.
Using legendary and dangerous beasts as materials,
along with rare metals like Oharite Steel and long-lost forging rituals,
they created forty-eight unparalleled weapons—Imperial Arms.
This was world consciousness transforming origin into artifacts.
According to its vision,
these artifacts were only the beginning.
More divine tools would be crafted, elevating the entire world to Tier 2.
But things didn't go as planned.
The empire gradually decayed,
and the Imperial Arms were used to enslave civilians instead.
Countless people were killed.
Blacksmiths, carpenters, swordsmiths…
all capable of building greater tools were slaughtered.
The first generation of Imperial Arms ended up as the strongest tools ever created.
Later on,
due to the empire's tyranny, the military fell to corruption, bureaucracy ran rampant, and people clung to life in despair.
All crafting knowledge was lost.
Even using the combined resources of the entire world, the best they could make were shoddy Ministerial Arms.
So—
the world consciousness began to weave a new fate.
The story Fang Yi remembered.
On the side of justice was a secret division under the Revolutionary Army—Night Raid—
a team of assassins guided by world consciousness to destabilize the corrupt regime.
On the side of evil stood the Jaegers,
a squad formed by General Esdeath, the strongest being in the world and a new player in the Reincarnation Game.
Because the origin of this world was locked in the Imperial Arms,
even the forces of justice weren't protected by world consciousness.
Their only goal:
overthrow the empire and recover the Imperial Arms—even if it meant mutual destruction.
In the end,
nearly everyone died—heroes and villains alike.
Corruption, darkness, death—this was the melody of this world.
"Thank you, sir. You must be a traveler from afar?"
A street vendor smiled obsequiously as he took a copper coin from Fang Yi.
"You haven't found lodging yet, have you?"
"I know a very fine inn. Would you like me to take you?"
Afu stuffed her mouth with roast piglet, oil dripping from her lips. She didn't answer.
Fang Yi smiled politely and refused.
"No, thank you."
The man's malice was practically leaking out.
To someone like Fang Yi, whose strength rivaled or exceeded a Tier 2 World Boss, it was laughably transparent.
As soon as they walked away,
the vendor's face twisted in frustration.
"Tch. Cautious bastard. I was hoping to fetch a good price…"
He had an arrangement with the innkeeper.
If Fang Yi had followed him, he would've disappeared silently—and the vendor would pocket 20% of his loot.
Clang clang...
A commotion broke out in the back alley.
The vendor ran back,
only to find a piglet had broken out of its pen.
"You trying to run too?!" he snarled, raising his butcher's knife.
Snort...
The piglet—barely knee-high—looked up with glowing red eyes.
Gone was the helpless look of livestock.
It resembled the terrifying Danger Beasts said to roam the lands outside the city.
The vendor collapsed.
Two tusks like razors pierced his gut.
He stared, wide-eyed, at the mutated beast that tore him apart—
His final expression was a mix of shock and horror.
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