Glancing at Akara, who was now leisurely drinking the Clear Mind Water as if what she had just said was merely a story rather than the history of Blood Raven's reign of terror on the Dark Continent, I guessed that she didn't want to say more. She had already told me everything she should and wouldn't tell me anything else. The doubts in my heart could only be explored by myself. Subconsciously, I didn't want to know too much either. As I have said many times before, my wish is simply to find a virtuous and beautiful wife and spend the rest of my life quietly. The more I know about this Dark Continent, the greater chance there is for me to get trapped in it. So let's find a woman early and retire!

However, there is still one question that I believe Akara won't hesitate to answer because it shouldn't be a secret - it's just that "my lazy master" didn't tell me.

"Akara, you just said that Hell hasn’t occupied Third World yet? But why are there so many monsters from Hell here? And why do great demons like Andariel appear here repeatedly?"

Akara glanced at me and shook her head; perhaps sighing at my ignorance.

"To be precise," she began slowly after taking another sip of water,"the monsters we encounter here are not part of Hell’s army but they can also be considered as such."

"What does that mean?"

I was confused again: not part of Hell’s army but can also be considered as such? Is it or isn’t it?

"Young man," Akara sighed again while shaking her head."You don’t understand how powerful these hellish creatures are."

"In fact," she continued after pausing for a moment."The three similar worlds on our Dark Continent are closely connected – like twins with telepathy between them- when one is hurt, the other will feel pain."

"For example, why is the Blood Moor where our Rogue Encampment located called that?"

"Because it's covered in warriors' blood...?" I replied uncertainly.

"That's right," Akara nodded. "The fundamental reason for this name is because it was the battlefield of the original sin war. It was such a brutal battle with countless lives buried there and blood staining the entire land red. That’s why it’s called Blood Moor."

"But wasn't that something that happened in Third World?"

Yes, that war broke out in Third World and its blood flowed on Third World's wasteland but as I said earlier - these three worlds have some kind of connection like triplets- so when Blood Moor turned red with blood from Third World, it also directly caused similar places to appear in other two worlds.”

"Why does this happen?" I murmured; this was simply anti-science, anti-humanity and against common sense.

"No one can explain this kind of thing clearly," Akara shook her head."I'm afraid only God who created everything here knows."

"I told you before: demons are far more powerful than you can imagine. Even a low-level Fallen One probably has abilities equivalent to those of level 60+ transfer players."

"Eh..."

Although my face showed shock on surface, my heart was quite calm because I had already expected this. Don’t underestimate me just because I grew up playing Diablo – how many times have I beaten all five bosses at Hell difficulty?

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"So their power affects Second and First Worlds directly since they are too strong and ultimately outsiders who cannot be accommodated by Dark Continent,” Akara continued.

"To put it simply: The monsters we encounter in First World are just projections of their power while those appearing in Second world have strength similar to their avatars; only creatures from Third world are their true bodies.”

"It's precisely because these projections and avatars appear that we haven't failed on the Dark Continent. As they say, gain or loss is only a thought away."

"Why?"

From Deke, I learned about the devastating impact that these so-called third world projections have on the civilians here. It can be said that they are no less brutal than those in the actual third world. Just by looking at the significant number of orphans and widows in the Rogue Camp, one can clearly see this.

"You only know half of it," Akara chuckled.

"Although these monster projections have caused us great losses, haven't they also trained countless warriors for us? It is precisely because of their existence that we have a steady stream of elites sent to the third world. Otherwise, the third world would have been conquered by Hell's Army long ago."

"So you mean..."

"Yes, take our first-world Rogue Camp as an example. In fact, with our strength, we could easily gather some brave warriors from Halogas or Demon Fortress and retake Andalía Monastery from its projection hands in Andalía. But what's the point? As long as real Andalía doesn't die, its projection will continue to resurrect endlessly. Do we want those warriors to stay here guarding this land forever? This not only wastes talent but also hinders our new recruits' training. That's why we've been holding onto Rogue Camp and letting those monsters roam outside while our new warrior recruits are just like you."

Akara patted my shoulder and grinned slightly - a small gesture that I noticed clearly. Hmph! I'm sure when Akara was saying all this he must have thought of that stupid poet's sinking magic poem; I bet my life on it... cough...because even I thought of it...

"You must accept the challenge, defeat these monsters, ultimately eliminate Andaluya, and then you can go to another city. Only after defeating the projection of the Great Demon God Bal in Halogas can you qualify for teleportation from the World Stone to the second world. Only then can you be considered a qualified job changer."

"Uh...no way. Just a few days ago I was so proud of being a job changer, but now it turns out that I'm just a substitute among substitutes."

Akara sensed the young man's disappointment but didn't say anything. She believed that this kind of setback would actually arouse his fighting spirit.

Unfortunately, she seemed to be disappointed as what lay before her were some trash from another world who wanted to find wives and live in seclusion in mountains. Although Akara's words did hit me somewhat - going from dragon superiority to insect insignificance - it wasn't enough to stir up my hidden fighting spirit (perhaps there wasn't any at all). Who am I? How could such simple provocation work on me?

"I see no immediate declaration of grandeur from me," Akara said with obvious disappointment but continued speaking nonetheless.

"In the second world, because it is closer to the third world, its monsters are even stronger than projections; they have become real entities with their own power. Qualified warriors will receive similar training in this second world until they defeat Bal's doppelganger and gain qualification for entry into the third world where they will be called elites - heroes standing on the front line against hellish forces."

What an exacting ladder-like upgrade system! After listening carefully to Akara's explanation and pondering over it briefly, I realized why it sounded so familiar - isn't this similar to how leveling works in games played back home? This god should really consider becoming a game designer instead of running around playing god here; he'd be wasting his talent otherwise.

Unconsciously, I had already accepted the reality of this world and no longer saw it as a dark game world. That's why when I saw this kind of leveling system similar to games, I was so surprised.

However, this is really explosive news. Allowing monsters outside to harm civilians in order to train soldiers may be necessary from a macro perspective, but I don't think the civilians who have lost their loved ones can maintain such a clear view of the situation. If this news is released, those civilians will definitely be furious and hold large-scale street demonstrations or sit-ins in protest, which would already be considered a very mild response.