The moment the magic net was successfully constructed, everyone in the Kingdom of Darkness heard a roar.

The mages noticed that there were real threads in the air. These threads made of light spread from their chests and extended toward the infinitely high and distant sky. They entangled together halfway and formed a huge net.

In their consciousness, a ball of fire appeared in the gloomy and dark night, like a pale sun, bringing a weak light to the earth.

Some knowledge emerged in their consciousness, that was a contract.

This pact promised untainted knowledge and power, but it also demanded sacrifice and devotion.

Some mages hesitated, some were happy, and some were at a loss.

But some people still chose to accept it.

They may be poor souls suffering from pollution and dying soon, or they may be idealists with lofty aspirations to save the world, or they may just want to grasp the last ray of hope in this dark and desperate world.

So, the fire was lit.

In a fortress somewhere, a pale flame ignited on the body of a dying wizard. The faint light did not burn the surrounding objects, but made the fortress suddenly light up.

The soldiers who were fighting hard suddenly discovered that in the dim light, the insect swarms were actually ignited.

Those hideous and seemingly invincible insects struggled to retreat and flee in the light of the flames, trying to leave the range of the light.

The soldiers felt incredible. At first they thought it was a gift from God, but when they looked for the source of the fire, they only saw their companions who once fought alongside them wailing in pain and twisting in the pale flames.

It was not until then that they knew who had saved them.

As more and more mages connected to the magic network, the entire network gradually grew and became stronger, forming a shelter covering the entire territory of the Kingdom of Night.

Looking down at the earth, one, two, three, and more fires were lit. These mages used themselves as firewood to light the torches, illuminating the world with that dim light that was enough to dispel despair.

At this time, ordinary people also saw the silk threads like catkins floating in the air.

Simple knowledge flowed into their brains along these threads, and a world unfolded before these people.

In this poor and backward world, in this ignorant age, many people only live in their own towns throughout their entire lives. They have never seen the vast earth, the majestic mountains, rivers and oceans. They are muddle-headed and live a life of drunkenness and dreams.

However, now, an opportunity appeared before them.

As long as you sign the contract and agree to access the magic network, you will have endless knowledge to acquire and be able to change your destiny with your own hands.

Knowledge is no longer a frightening pollution, but a benefit that everyone can enjoy. The price of all this is to sacrifice one's life when the devil's tide comes and when needed.

Some people refused, wanting to live in seclusion in their own home and spend their lives in a daze; some people hesitated, yearning for knowledge and power, but afraid of sacrifice and dedication; some people directly responded with a handshake. For them, the current situation was bad enough and nothing could be more desperate than this.

Stars of fire continued to emerge, illuminating the sky of the Kingdom of Night.

In this long and painful battle against the demonic tide, mankind has for the first time a light of hope.

It was not about one or two heroes turning the tide in desperate situations, but a small-scale miracle created by ordinary people like you and me.

For the Kingdom of Night, the age of heroes is over, and history is no longer driven by one or two brilliant geniuses and great men.

For the Kingdom of Night, the Age of Mortals has begun.

From now on, the fate of fighting against the demonic tide will be engraved in everyone's heart. There will be no more ancient heroes in this world, because everyone living here is a hero.

Similarly, in Dusk Town, as one of the first players to come into contact with the magic network, some complicated protocols also emerged in Lao Qiezi's mind.

He raised his right hand, with silver threads wrapped around his fingertips. Old Eggplant now understood very well that this was the cornerstone of this world, the law of this world.

At this moment, he only needs to move his fingers lightly to pluck these silver threads, thereby mobilizing the underlying laws of the entire world and rewriting reality. This is the essence of magic.

He closed his eyes, but did not feel darkness. The sky was full of shining stars, each of which opened its arms to him. In front of Old Eggplant's eyes, countless knowledge flowed, and the torrent of knowledge that contained the essence of the entire world made him dazzled.

Old Qiezi recalled the amazement he felt when he first came into contact with the Internet.

In that monotonous and somewhat simple era, the Internet brought Lao Qiezi subversive cognition. For the first time, he felt the vastness of the world. His originally uneventful life was like a black and white photo, and the richness and diversity on the Internet was the real appearance.

For the old eggplant now, the influx of knowledge has also given him a completely different perspective on the world.

It’s hard to imagine that there could be such rich knowledge in a game.

For Old Eggplant, the Kingdom of Night is the real world.

Similarly, in Xia's consciousness, she was standing on top of the tall tower.

She recalled the pale and warm light she felt when she first came into contact with magic and connected to the magic network. She stood in front of this light.

"It turns out that you have been burning yourself all these years."

Xia knew very well that it was quite difficult to find gods to serve as sacrifices, not to mention the Old Ones whose true bodies were sealed on the moon.

In order to build a magic network and change the world, Jost used his own power.

Xia didn't know whether Jost had been planning this from the very beginning, or whether it was a sudden inspiration at this critical moment.

She only knew that Jost himself had transformed himself into a god, ignited his soul, and had been watching over it for thousands of years.

The Gray Tower and the Magic Net will become Jost's mark. What he has worked so hard to build over the past few days is his own cage.

The wills of all mages from ancient times to the present are combined to construct a vast starry sky. Each star is a deified magician.

What made all this possible was the knowledge brought by these chosen ones of God. It was the method of becoming a god that inspired Jost and enabled him to finally design such a brilliant and cruel structure.

One hour. This is the time it takes for a wizard from the Kingdom of Night to sit on a torch and burn himself to exhaustion.

And Jost, he sat on the top of this gray tower, burning himself for who knows how many years.

Even, most people in the Kingdom of Night don't know about his existence, their existence.

No one knows the names of these people, but their achievements will live on.