Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 25: Webweaver and Chess Game

Translator: CKtalon

The Whispering Empress’s Moon Realm domain was called the Nest of Threads. Legend had it that every mortal’s conspiracy in Currere would turn into threads there before finally converging into an endless spiderweb.

The Whispering Empress entrenched herself in the center of the spiderweb, and all the threads gathered in Her hand. She felt the trembling of all the conspiracies in this world, and then ordered the Webweavers to constantly weave this net of conspiracies, allowing the conspiracies to all change according to Her will.

In the game, the Whispering Empress and her spawn always left riddles everywhere in an unfathomable manner as if everything was in their control. And when they did things, they liked to constantly introduce endless twists. All kinds of exquisite plans were interlinked, and they were as complicated and precise as the Rube Goldberg machinery. Moreover, they were gratuitous and useless.

However, what made the Whispering Empress even more famous was that Her seemingly perfect plans often collapsed at the last step due to a fatal mistake.

Therefore, many players on the game forum mused that the Whispering Empress was the perfect example of having ‘a plan work from beginning to end, only to crash and burn at the last step.’

Of course, according to the Whispering Empress herself, She only cared about the complicated process of plotting. She didn’t care too much about whether the conspiracy could be completed.

It could be considered an exemplary model that only cared about the plowing and not the harvest.

However, William felt that She was saying this purely to save Her reputation. Otherwise, there was no way to explain why She would fly into a rage out of humiliation every time Her plan was ruined. She would directly send more spawn to the battlefield, and sometimes, She would even personally take action.

The Webweaver in front of William didn’t have the strange joy it usually felt when speaking in riddles. Although it still had a polite smile on its face, from the fact that it was willing to stand up to him with its true body, he estimated that the other party’s mind was on the precipice of collapse.

After all, his appearance was definitely beyond the other party’s expectations.

“Member of the 13 Judges?”

The Webweaver’s expression turned slightly solemn when it heard William’s words.

It wasn’t strange for one to claim to be a member of the Doomsday Watchers. After all, their deeds back then had long sublimated to legend. Many organizations on the continent, including some empires’ official organizations, would claim to be legacies of the Doomsday Watchers.

However, being able to name the 13 Judges that had long disappeared from history meant something completely different.

That was an existence that the 13 Moon Realm Void Sovereigns had once joined forces to wipe out Currere-even its most important quest on its trip here was to…

It immediately asked when it thought of this.

“Where did you hear this name?”

“Didn’t I say? I’m a member of the 13 Judges.”

Liar…

As the Webweaver that weaved a net of conspiracies for the Whispering Empress day and night, it had long understood the final outcome of the 13 audacious ones. Be it them or the heirs who were struggling to survive, it was impossible for them to come to this remote Thorn City.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you.”

The Webweaver smiled after saying that. In the next second, it charged at the other party without any warning.