Chapter 509: Teaser
"Ugh… so boring."
Another round of sifting through these Trash games.
Inside the Piled High With Game Pod room, Stuffed Bun idly scrolled through the latest NewGame rankings, one hand propping up his cheek.
The recently released Phantom had driven him absolutely insane—glitches, texture pop-ins, frame drops, and endless crashes to the black screen. It was, in every sense, a terrifying game.
"I could’ve endured Darkness... if I’d never known Light."
That was the truth deep in Stuffed Bun’s heart.
After experiencing Ailezegai—a game so vivid it felt like real life—there was no way he could force himself to play anything lesser.
Thinking of it, he grabbed his messy, chicken-nest hair, a wave of Pain washing over him.
"Damn it! When the hell is Ailezegai’s server launching?! The Dog (slur) Official won’t even give a proper update!"
Over three months had passed since the server shutdown. In that time, Stuffed Bun had meticulously edited every scrap of his in-game footage and uploaded it across major video platforms.
The Imperial Dueling Tournament clip had gone viral again—this time, the explosion of attention was unprecedented.
Especially the elements in the video—Roman Empire, Mechanical Divinity—had sent shockwaves through the community. Domestic players were ecstatic, but international players were equally captivated.
His解说 video, “Mechanical Divinity vs. Roman Era”, had already hit hundreds of millions of views on one platform.
And after experiencing the Guild War firsthand, players across the globe had followed the trail, diving into Stuffed Bun’s Alerzage Log series.
The impact was staggering—like Columbus discovering a new continent. They were thrust into a whole new fantasy world, one that felt shockingly real.
Freedom this high?
Non-Player Characters indistinguishable from real people?
Reality this immersive?
Even research and invention possible within the game?
The world was in an uproar. Tens of millions of players now held their breath, waiting for the next Ailezegai server launch.
"Yawn…"
Stuffed Bun stretched, then clicked on a new game, ready to judge another title.
But suddenly, his phone buzzed—beep beep beep—notifications flooding in.
> "@I'm Going to Eat a Steamed Bun!!"
> "Stuffed Bun old thief!"
> "Quick! Official just dropped a trailer!"
> "Hurry up! Come now!"
> "Holy crap—this time it’s not just Anzeta Great Wasteland! The entire Feanso Continent map is unlocked!"
Stuffed Bun nearly burst into tears. Without hesitation, he abandoned the game and rushed straight to the official homepage.
"It’s happening!"
> [Ailezegai: Version 2.0 – The Strife of Kings, Coming Soon!]
> This server launch will open all regions of the Feiansuo Continent:
> - Cassander Kingdom
> - Thrace Kingdom
> - Kingdom of Seleucus
> - Silvermoon Bay Free Confederation
> - Serenia Elf Kingdom
> - High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom
>
> Additionally, 314 respawn points will be unlocked, including:
> - City of Dawn – August
> - City of Dusk – West
> - Dwarf Capital – Black Mountain Keep
> - Ancient Elf Capital – Sera
> - City of Sunlight – Teotihuacan
> - Western Sea Gate – Victoria Harbor
Stunned, Stuffed Bun nearly dropped his jaw.
"Whoa…?"
"Wait—so many new regions?! This update is going to be earth-shattering!"
During the internal test and the Northern Winds and Storms version, players had only explored the Anzeta Great Wasteland—a vast, sprawling landmass already immense enough to rival most real-world nations.
But now? The official had opened so much more. The scale would dwarf even the Great Wasteland—truly, the definitive Open World Experience had arrived.
Stuffed Bun rubbed his hands with electric excitement, muttering under his breath.
"Just the teaser is this insane… what’s the trailer gonna be like?"
"Let’s go!"
With a swift, decisive tap, he clicked the [Watch Trailer] button.
The screen flashed black—familiar as ever. The chat exploded in real-time, a chaotic storm of messages. Now, it wasn’t just Chinese—languages from every corner of the globe flooded the screen.
"Here it comes!"
"Woah, the teaser’s finally out!"
"Veteran Beta Tester, reporting for duty!"
"Finally! After all this time!"
"Dog (slur) Official been ghosting us all this while!"
"I can’t wait—let me enter! I need Ailezegai!"
A soft, ethereal female voice began to sing—like a lament from a forgotten age. The screen flared to life.
Before them stood a majestic white fortress wall, a towering spire hundreds of meters high piercing the sky. Within, the city thrived—prosperous, radiant. Citizens smiled, their faces filled with joy.
An army of Titans and Angels—the Divine Descendants—stood in solemn formation around the spire, their aura radiating power.
At the very peak of the tower, a towering figure emerged—crowned, wings unfurled, clad in golden armor. He rested his sword upon the ground, regal and unyielding.
Around him, over a hundred scholars in crimson-gold robes whispered ancient incantations. The sun disk above blazed brighter, its light intensifying.
Then—suddenly—the sky cracked. The sun above pulsed with spines of radiant light, illuminating the disk like a divine altar.
A golden figure descended from the heavens, roaring. His eyes—filled with endless luminosity—swept across the people below.
The music swelled—sacred, majestic, like a hymn in a cathedral.
"HAHAHA!"
"Sacred Fedran shall rise with me into eternity!"
The music exploded into fury. A colossal explosion swallowed everything—waves of light and heat roared through the sky.
The sun itself dimmed, vanishing in an instant. The heavens turned a deep, blood-red.
"Boom—"
The towering spire groaned, then collapsed. Slowly, it fell toward the earth—crumbling, raining fire and debris. The city burned. People screamed, panicked, fled in terror.
Land scorched. Homes reduced to rubble. Smoke and ash choked the air.
Cries of women and children. Wails of men.
And then—again—the familiar voice, cold and final:
"Aragorn I, in his folly, sought to replace the Sun God. In doing so, he destroyed himself—and the empire he built. With the Eternal Sun God’s Tower in ruins, the century-long rule of the Holy Faedran Empire has come to an end."
"Whoa… massive!"
"Opening this intense?!"
"Seriously? So much hype!"
"Last we were fighting the Northern Coalition—now we’re going up against a Deity?!"
"This must be Holy City Teotihuacan—heard about it from Thrace traders who once did business there."
A mournful, haunting melody played—desolate, sorrowful, evoking a deep, unnameable grief.
The scene shifted.
Same city. Same ruins.
But now, no longer glorious.
The once-wealthy land was a wasteland—pocked with craters, littered with corpses stacked like mountains. Rivers of blood flowed, crimson and endless.
The voice returned, solemn and grim:
"On the remains of Sacred Fedran’s body, the three kingdoms—Thrace, Cassander, and another—fought a Tri-Emperor Confrontation. In their desperate scramble for the empire’s legacy, they unleashed unspeakable horrors upon the earth. The holy city was destroyed. Comrades turned on one another. This is an Age of Tragedy. A time of blood and death."
(End of Chapter)
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