Chapter Twenty-Four: The Illusory Realm of Purple Void, The Power I Bestow

When Warm Night and her five female teammates found themselves surrounded by nearly twenty players, their faces became ashen.
Warm Night spoke up: “You can’t win, so you’re choosing to gang up on us?”
Three Years Younger replied: “Bullying six female players like this is pointless.”
Her name appeared in the channel, causing the twenty or so players to pause and gaze at the six who approached from afar, riding the Abyss Nightmare.
Three Years Younger was currently the most popular cash player on the Xuantian server—not because she was the wealthiest, but because she was the most talked-about, having received a public challenge from the renowned leveling maniac, Night Chill.
Bodhi Heart asked: “Are you planning to help them?”
Three Years Younger answered: “I will help, as long as they’re willing to accept.”
Warm Night responded: “No need.”
Bodhi Heart said: “See? They don’t need help.”
Three Years Younger replied: “In that case, you’ll just be trapped here.”
With a shift in tone, Three Years Younger clearly sided with Bodhi Heart, leaving Warm Night and her group with only one way out: battle to the death. Warm Night, however, chose to fight back, and shining halos and status effects appeared around her.
Meanwhile, atop a nearby mountain, six figures observed the unfolding situation.
“Should we play the heroes and rescue the beauties?”
“Even if we join, we’d only be twelve against twenty. There’s no chance of victory.”
“Not necessarily.”
Suddenly, a system message appeared in the world channel.
Baixiaosheng: “Congratulations to player Night Chill for founding a guild—the first in this server. Let’s celebrate the birth of the first martial force.”
World 25 Heartless Rascal: “Wait, does that mean Night Chill is level 30 already? That fast?”
World 25 July Seventh Sunny: “He’s earned the leveling maniac title without question.”
World 27 Know Your Warmth: “Congratulations on the guild creation. Looking forward to tonight’s duel at nine.”
World 27 Understand Your Joys and Sorrows: “Guild name: Purple Illusory Mirror. All players welcome to join.”
Players quickly checked the guild info. Purple Illusory Mirror was at the top, and, shockingly, had already amassed 330 members—a staggering number for the first guild in a new server.
Warm Night said: “I’m eager to see what you can do. If anyone fights us, I’ll track you down one by one.”
Her words dampened their brash confidence. The six were among the highest-level players, and several were shaken by her threat.
Three Years Younger declared: “Don’t worry. With me here, they won’t succeed.”
As soon as Three Years Younger finished speaking, a new message appeared in the channel, abruptly shifting the atmosphere.
Night Chill: “So, you think everything will be fine as long as you’re here?”

Suddenly, all twenty-six players shifted their gaze to a nearby mountain peak, where six figures stood with hands behind their backs, their names hovering above them, famous and unmistakable.
Their appearance was like a bomb detonating, and even the confident Three Years Younger’s expression faltered.
Led by Night Chill, the six displayed the guild name above them—Purple Illusory Mirror.
In moments, countless players converged from all directions, instantly surrounding Three Years Younger and her group in an impenetrable circle.
Three Years Younger asked: “Night Chill, are you playing the hero?”
Night Chill replied: “I simply can’t stand this.”
Three Years Younger scoffed: “It’s just level 30—does being ahead mean you can flaunt it?”
Dark Night interjected: “I really dislike your kind. If you don’t like it, duel me or do a 6v6. I want to see what makes you so special—just because you have some money? Remember, this is Godsfall!”
This is Godsfall! Spending money only saves time and effort, but luck isn’t affected by how much you pay.
Three Years Younger asked: “What are you trying to do?”
Night Chill replied: “I’m doing what you intended to do.”
Night Chill’s words made the twenty-six surrounded players tense; a glance at the newcomers revealed that even their lowest level was 24. Such power in a new server was formidable, and, crucially, they all wore the guild name Purple Illusory Mirror.
Warm Night gazed at the leader among the six on the mountain. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes shone with a gentle light beneath his handsome face. His arrival was undeniably a boon to Warm Night, though she couldn’t understand why.
Why did Night Chill help me?
Qingcheng University, female dormitory area, Building 9, Room 029
“Hey, Xiao Mo, do you know Night Chill?” Liu Yashi asked, wearing the Godsfall headset, with a teasing smile.
Xiao Mo also wore the headset, her slender, flawless figure stretching slightly. If any man saw her curves, he’d surely be overwhelmed.
“Yeah, Xiao Mo, Night Chill’s guild is huge—and everyone seems eager to follow him! There are at least a hundred players in this encirclement alone.”
On the other side, a graceful girl with pink waves spoke up.
“I don’t know him—really!” Xiao Mo replied, unable to hold back a hint of grievance. She was competitive at heart, but everyone saw her as just a pretty face. Her gaming talent and academic achievements were excellent, and even at her previous school, the boys acknowledged her skills, calling her Queen Xiao.
Still, Xiao Mo grew increasingly curious about the leveling maniac. With Night Chill’s rapid rise, reaching the server’s top spot was inevitable, and even his team of six was all part of his regular squad. For a fiercely competitive girl like Xiao Mo, it was hard to accept, though she understood.
Xiao Mo’s swift level-up was thanks to Zhishang Tech’s forum, specifically the Godsfall new player section, where Night Chill’s posts—under the name “If Night Chill Becomes a Dream”—were updated at an astonishing pace, far ahead of other guides.
By following his advice, Xiao Mo caught up with the server’s elite, and after finishing the Nine Hills Ridge dungeon, she was confident she’d reach level 30.
Night Chill held an absolute advantage. Even when Three Years Younger called in reinforcements at Nine Hills Ridge, she still couldn’t suppress Night Chill’s momentum.

“Don’t forget tonight’s duel at nine. I hope you won’t lose your wits over something like this.”
Night Chill stared coldly at Three Years Younger, his face full of mocking disdain.
Three Years Younger retorted: “Keep talking. Tonight, you’ll see what it means to be king or to be a defeated dog.”
Night Chill replied: “I’m looking forward to it. Just don’t fall apart like you did here. Understand this: whether it’s a duel, a 6v6, or a mass battle, I can face any challenge.”
With those words, Night Chill’s dark eyes shifted from Three Years Younger to Warm Night.
Night Chill has sent you a friend request.
Xiao Mo froze, her face instantly flushed, and her heart pounded wildly as the window popped up.
Accept.
Warm Night: “Night Chill, you’re amazing.”
Night Chill: “Will you join Purple Illusory Mirror?”
Warm Night: “Hm?”
Night Chill: “Join Purple Illusory Mirror.”
Warm Night: “Alright.”
Immediately, an invitation window appeared before Xiao Mo, and she didn’t hesitate to click “join.”
Warm Night’s name was soon followed by the guild tag Purple Illusory Mirror.
Her five roommates and regular teammates were swiftly invited and joined as well.
Night Chill announced: “They’re now part of my guild. If you want to mess with them, you’ll have to deal with us first.”
Know Your Warmth added: “Three Years Younger, before you act, look at yourselves first.”
Understand Your Joys and Sorrows said: “Leave on your own, or we’ll help you. Some of you are yellow-named, but we’re not afraid of red-names either.”
Three Years Younger sneered: “Do you two have the right to speak for everyone? Who gave you that authority?”
Night Chill responded: “I did. As long as the target is you, I have the right.”
Clearly, Night Chill was targeting Three Years Younger. As he spoke, a chorus of support followed, and dozens of players even launched minor attacks on Three Years Younger’s team, turning themselves yellow-named.
Night Chill’s guild mostly comprised regular cash or free-to-play players, who banded together without considering the likes of Three Years Younger, the heavy spender.
The entire atmosphere shifted, unmistakably.