After giving a few instructions, Wu You returned directly to Sichuan, known as the Land of Abundance.

Wu You has been staying in a top-tier suite at a four-star hotel not far from the Charming Tianfu Building for the past few days.

It's convenient to check on the game's development progress from time to time, the comfort level is decent, and most importantly, it's in the city center, with plenty of delicious hot pot and authentic Sichuan cuisine nearby.

Wu You prefers spicy food.

Eating alone is no fun, and I was just thinking about whether to bring an eye-catching alchemical creature along for hot pot when that low humming call started again.

"Revered, great being, is there anyone who can hear me...? I am not ill... There must be someone who can hear me..."

Holy crap, that ghostly voice has finally appeared! It can even be heard on Earth.

The source of the voice was intriguing. Wu You dared not be negligent and responded to the call in his mind with a solemn and serious feeling.

The sound appeared out of thin air, without any discernible path, and it sent out its meaning solely based on its senses, tracing its elusive origin.

"Who are you? Why are you calling me?"

Although the voice twice carried a humble tone, Wu You dared not be negligent. Even if it was just a bluff, he had to show his strength. Therefore, the voice was full of irresistible authority, as if the other party was a naughty alchemical creature under his command.

...

In the unknown universe, two twin planets called Inlta Gemini are orbiting the sun of this star system.

Gemini is the only two Earth-like planets in this star system.

The star in this star system is enormous and has a very wide gravitational pull, but all that it captures are tiny asteroids.

Furthermore, it is very far from other star systems, and the Intelgeuses basically reign supreme in this vast and empty area.

But these two planets are not exactly peaceful.

Because of their orbital relationship, the gravitational pull caused natural disasters to occur on both planets. It took countless years for them to form a relatively stable and regular environment.

The tides and some monsoons on the planet, including the distribution of hot and cold zones, vary to a much greater extent than on Earth.

Even so, despite their enormous size, there are still many safe and stable places on both planets, where a considerable number of natural organisms live.

Both planets have developed diverse ecosystems, and some organisms even coexist on both planets under certain special circumstances.

I don't know how they got there.

On a slightly larger planet, countless fanged, robust humanoid monsters gallop across the plains.

They are as tall as 2 meters, with sparse but stiff manes covering their grayish-white skin, and they roar as they charge in one direction.

No, these are not simple monsters. Although most of them are empty-handed, a few are holding crimson rocks or thick wooden sticks, and some key parts are covered by animal hides.

At the edge of the plain, a huge rock fortress stood, with a number of humanoid creatures scattered on it.

They look very similar to humans, except that they are a bit thinner and their height is about the same.

...

"They're coming again... They're coming again..."

On the wall of the fortress, a man with chapped lips mechanically repeated the same phrase.

Standing around were people armed like soldiers, as well as women, children, the elderly, and the infirm; basically, everyone who could move in the fortress was standing on the walls.

If Wu You were here, he would find that the humanoid races on these fortresses are really, really human-like, except that each one of them is quite handsome, with eyes that are all either green or silver. It's a pity that their ears are still round, otherwise they could be called elves.

Only some of them wore armor, and their weapons, apart from a few slashing melee weapons similar to swords, were mostly spears over three meters long.

All the "people" pursed their lips, fear overriding their will to fight.

"Why didn't you agree to let us escape from behind before! Now there's no chance at all!"

Unable to bear the oppressive black line that was constantly approaching the horizon, a soldier shouted towards the distant location where the commander was clearly standing.

Many people around also joined in the questioning, venting their despair.

The commander stopped the guard who was about to shout and walked to the front in the most conspicuous place.

"We are on the verge of destruction. Even if you escape this fortress, where can you go?"

Even the usually composed commander's tone carried a hint of dejection.

"Furthermore, once you leave the fortress, you will soon be caught up and eaten. Haven't we seen this kind of thing countless times in the past?"

Everyone fell silent, not because they thought the commander's words made sense, but because no matter what they said or how they reasoned, it was all meaningless.

Tuscany is about to perish, and perhaps this fortress is the last living Tuscany in the world.

Some people, with tears in their eyes, gazed longingly at the beautiful companion planet in the sky, the warm sun in outer space, and every blade of grass and tree on the plains.

More than a decade ago, Tuscany was still a part of the world. But at some point, these monsters known as the Beastmen appeared. They were incredibly strong, incredibly ferocious, and had an even more astonishing ability to reproduce.

In just a few short years, from its discovery to the attention it received, Tuscany was powerless to resist.

Now, it is on the verge of extinction.

In their tribal language, Tuscany means "spirit of prayer," and various versions of the legend offer different interpretations of this name.

Due to religious and traditional customs, every important city would build a terrace at its highest point, similar in function to the altar for worshipping heaven in ancient China.

Tuscany believed that sincere prayers could communicate with the great beings deep within the outer world, thereby gaining the power of happiness.

Of course, there are no successful examples in the surviving historical records; this has only added another holiday to Tuscany.

However, some self-made myths and legends feature scenes of praying on a terrace to obtain divine power in times of crisis.

However, that was truly fabricated, because Tuscany has a Story Society where the source of every story can be traced back to the author and the circumstances of its creation, meaning it was all pure imagination.

The only thing that's a bit mysterious is the name "Tuscany".

On the eve of this demise, a Tuscany knelt on the terrace roof.

She was neither a royal of the Tuscanys nor of noble blood; she was just an ordinary girl, or rather, a girl who still harbored adolescent fantasies.

During the great escape in recent years, this young girl fled to Tibet with Tuscany, passing through cities and fortresses and witnessing their fall.

Her companions changed batch after batch, most of them dying on the way, but she was lucky enough to escape to Hope Plains Fortress, her last stronghold.

Her name is Ni Luya, and she is a well-known madwoman.

Because she claimed years ago that she could transmit her requests to the infinite distance of the void through the wishing terrace.

She tried again and again, but never received a response.

People's attitude towards her quickly changed from initial anticipation to suspicion, and finally to pity. She was not the only one driven to madness.

But the world is already so hopeless, who would care about a madman?

Given the sheer number of beastmen charging in, the fortress wouldn't last until nightfall. The crucial point is that all the Tuscans have lost the will to resist.

Some people looked up at the high prayer terrace and saw the thin figure who hadn't eaten for days.

Perhaps they still harbored this sliver of hope; dying with this hope in their hearts is better than utter despair.

Wishing on the terrace.

Ni Luya's throat was dry and hoarse, her tears had all been shed, and she was on the verge of fainting as she made her prayer for the day, which might also be Tuscany's last.

"Revered, great being, is there anyone who can hear me...? I am not ill... There must be someone who can hear me..."

As in previous years, she knew the “voice” had been transmitted; she had this unwavering intuition. But there was no response, and this transmission was extremely draining on her already weakened spirit.

His body swayed unsteadily.

Fall down, fall down, then you won't have to face despair.

Boom! A violent roar seemed to resound deep within my soul!

"Who are you? Why are you calling me?"

P.S.: Ah~~ National Day is almost over, and the double monthly pass period is almost over too. It seems a bit late to ask for more now... I guess I was too busy working during the holiday...

But for a book like mine that's flopped, it doesn't seem to matter much... I'm just asking for subscriptions! Thank you all for your support!