Inside the Greenwood Tribes’ camp,
Daisyth couldn’t help but smile slightly after receiving the Luminous Theocracy’s intelligence—just as she’d anticipated.
The undead’s emergence kept the Theocracy on high alert. That was precisely why she’d ordered the Greenwood Tribes to attack their churches.
A direct confrontation? The Tribes stood no chance. But through slow, steady encroachment? Opportunity awaited.
As long as the undead—or another force—kept the Theocracy occupied, the Greenwood Tribes could expand rapidly, growing into a power no one dared dismiss.
“Your Majesty… the future belonging to our tribe is descending…”
Daisyth gazed excitedly at her child—the sovereign of all Greenwood.
Upon the throne, the Goblin Emperor stared into the distant sky, lost in thought…
—
In the northern reaches of the Central Continent,
Undead forces spread across the land.
Countless skeletons and corpses reanimated. Death-knight orders, harbingers of mortality, finally emerged.
These undead existed on every main-world continent—unpredictable in timing, answering only to the supreme monarch of the Realm of the Departed.
Now, the undead legions gathered, preparing to invade the Central Continent. Guilds allied with the Realm joined the march: the fastest path to strategic resources and power.
The Realm of the Departed stood fundamentally opposed to all living beings. To join them was to declare war on life itself.
Pros and cons followed.
Advantage: rapid growth through warfare.
Disadvantage: becoming a target for every living faction—surrounded, pressured from all sides.
“The undead army is moving! Report to the Theocracy—now!”
The scout monitoring their advance relayed the warning instantly.
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Back at his territory, Qin Yu glanced at the calendar. Nearly half a month had passed in-game.
Another fortnight, and the Luminous Theocracy would clash with the undead horde.
Yet the true protagonist of this event wasn’t the Theocracy or the undead—it was the Greenwood Tribes.
“The underdog’s comeback… a meteor streaking the sky. Calling those green-skinned folk that feels odd, but… it fits.”
Players later named it the *Green Meteor*—a title capturing the Tribes’ actions: both detestable and admirable.
“No need to join the undead-Theocracy war. Too far. No fast transport…”
Qin Yu dismissed it. The Sanctum of Radiance guaranteed the Theocracy’s victory. Others would only taste leftovers.
The real prize lay with the Greenwood Tribes—launching wide-scale raids from the eastern border toward the southwest.
His territory sat less than two days’ march from the frontier.
“First, get every one of you to Tier 3. Hope those uninvited guests don’t disappoint.”
He welcomed the Annihilation Guild’s approach. No love for trouble—but freebies at his door? He wouldn’t refuse.
“Brother Yu!”
Bingtang Xueli’s call nearly startled him.
She appeared suddenly, grabbing his arm and tugging him outside. “Quick! Look at the boundary markers we made!”
“Huh?”
Qin Yu blinked, utterly bewildered. *Markers?* Outside, Tang Jihede and the others held up wooden signs—clearly meant for territory borders.
“Why make these?”
“Candied Hawthorn said it adds ceremony,” Tang Jihede promptly shifted the blame.
“Well, we never had a proper guild name before. Now we do!”
Candied Hawthorn and the girls lifted the signs. The name read…
*Sugar-Vinegar Mochi Snow Pear?*
Qin Yu fell silent. In his past life, Tang Jihede’s guild *had* borne this absurd name. How they’d thrived remained a mystery. With the timeline fractured and these girls now clinging to him, the future felt uncertain.
(Unbeknownst to past-life Qin Yu: they’d lacked a Territory Core. Tang Jihede hated pay-to-win—so someone quietly bought one. Who? …)
“Isn’t it lovely?” Tang Jihede beamed, pride glowing—she’d woven all five IDs into the name.
“It’s… fine. Just makes me feel like an outsider.”
They ate his food, lived under his roof, yet left him out of the guild name. Qin Yu feigned sorrow.
“Don’t be sad, Brother Yu! We’ll pick a new one!” Bingtang Xueli rushed to comfort him.
“I know!” Little Mochi Dumpling raised a hand. “*Sugar-Vinegar Mochi Snow Pear Fish!*”
“???”
“???”
“???”
Silence. A true naming prodigy.
“Little Mochi… you’re a genius,” Qin Yu deadpanned.
“Not good?” Mochi Dumpling tilted her head, eyes wide with innocent confusion.
“Pun penalty,” he quipped. “Decide later. But—did you forget something important?”
“Uh… the challenge letter! We almost forgot!” Tang Jihede gasped. The others jolted awake.
So absorbed in naming, they’d forgotten an enemy guild was marching to attack. *Such is the carefree optimism of girls.*
There are no tranquil days—only someone bearing the weight for others.
Qin Yu worried: would past-life heroines become idle homebodies this time? Unacceptable.
“But we have Brother Yu! That annoying man’s no match for you!” Bingtang Xueli gushed, fangirl mode activated.
Truthfully, she’d checked the Annihilation Guild’s stats. They crushed small guilds—but against Qin Yu? Utterly trounced.
Silver Crimson Snow alone could handle ten of them.
“Never mind, you carefree bunch. If free, grab supplies from the list on my desk. Also—the Annihilation Guild arrives in ~two days. You *will* fight. Your Tier 2 ranks are holding us back.”
Future guild wars offered rich rewards. Low tiers wouldn’t cut it.
Qin Yu had Luna. In player battles, NPCs couldn’t join—but Luna wasn’t an NPC. She was his crafted “weapon”: a Combat Puppet.
As any alchemist knew, dueling opponents with self-made puppets in 1v1 PvP? Perfectly reasonable…
