My different world is game mode.

The sky hung low like an iron curtain.

Decades passed, and the barren land was shrouded in a haze of decline all year round.

The sunlight is sometimes scorching, and sometimes so thin that it seems weak and powerless, as if it came from another world.

Several dead trees stand on the river bank.

Their barked branches are twisted like ghostly hands in the night, pointing in vain at the sky, but they will never receive the rain they pray for until they die.

Wuwuwu——

The desolate wind blew through the bone-white wood, making a hollow sound.

On the earth's bare, dry chest, a team of three people walked.

Their members are quite special.

One of them had white hair and was a rare long-lived old man in the wasteland.

The other two were unexpectedly young, and they closely guarded the old man like bodyguards.

Walking here, one of the young men couldn't help but feel a little dry in the mouth. He looked at the kettle and still endured the dryness in his chest.

He tried to divert his attention and asked the old man:

"Elder, do you need to go with us?"

"Although the banyan forest is said to be very impressive, we can just go and take a look. Why do you have to leave the camp?"

The old man shook his head:

"I'm running out of time."

"And the news I heard this time was different from before. I had to come and see it at the last minute."

The young man was somewhat confused:

"I don't know."

The old man said:

"This is different from those short-lived forces in the past."

"Not only is there order, they seem to have a stable production structure, and it's not the kind that relies on one or two treasures to sustain it."

The young man's expression remained the same:

"I, I still don't quite understand."

"It's okay, kid." The old man smiled. "If it's really what I think. You can see with your eyes and touch with your hands, and you will naturally experience a completely different world."

"..."

The group trudged across the wasteland.

When they set out January later.

The wasteland was still desolate, but when the three of them crossed a canyon, they suddenly saw some compact figures in front of them.

The postures of these people are not as frail as those of ordinary wasteland people. They even wear clothes that can block out wind and sand.

And behind the team, there were several wooden carts.

A long gravel road extends under his feet, vaguely emerging from the distant horizon, winding through the dead trees in the desert and disappearing at the end of the world.

"..."

The three of them were stunned for a moment.

There was originally a road on the wasteland, but decades of desolation left it in ruins due to wind erosion and ground cracks.

Now a new road is being built on the old site.

The young man looked at the old man blankly, not understanding the scene in front of him at all:

"Elder, what are they doing? Road?"

The old man fell into deep thought.

There was some excitement in his eyes, and it took a long time before he spoke again:

"road."

“They are repairing the road.”

Without even having time to explain to the young man, he quickened his pace and walked towards the team paving the road:

"Come on, let's go and take a look!"

After getting closer, the old man found that the situation was different from what he had imagined.

The workers simply took their shovels and pickaxes and patted the ground. Without any intermediate process, the stones in the wooden carts behind them automatically disappeared and were laid on the ground.

Ordinary people saw this scene.

I would just think that it was a craftsman-type awakened person doing the construction.

But this old man was very knowledgeable. He could tell at a glance that the behavior of these people was fundamentally different from that of the awakened ones.

"This method of mobilizing the essence..."

"The organizer distributes power to his subordinates, and then they exercise power on their behalf? No, there are similar parts, but the essence is quite different."

The young man next to the old man asked:

"Elder, you seem to take this matter very seriously?"

The old man shook his head:

“If you were to prioritize construction, roads would definitely be at the top of the list.”

"Aigner, we must have come to the right place for this trip."

"..."

A few weeks later, the three-man team continued to move eastward along the gravel road.

There seemed to be a tiny bit of moisture in the dry air, and the air seemed to be tempting people to move eastward.

But what is more worrying are the other pedestrians on the gravel road.

These people were not like ordinary refugees in the wilderness who were wary of each other. Instead, they moved eastward with anticipation. Human-powered wooden carts carrying goods could often be seen among their ranks.

Taking advantage of the lunch break.

The young man in the team tried to talk to these people, but it took a long time to get back:

"Elder, they are all going to the banyan tree forest."

"This force has great ambitions. They built roads and spread to all regions in the east, and have established connections with many organizations. It only took them more than half a year to make a name for themselves through food trade and even become the dominant force in the region."

The resting elders have more complicated expressions:

"Yes, there is plenty of food, and there is also a magical forest for materials. Their ruler must be very powerful, otherwise such wealth would not be something that an ordinary person could protect."

The young man shook his head:

"I don't know the situation of Green Swamp, but I only heard that their lord's name is Lindsay."

"And it seems that the Banyan Forest has trained a very powerful army!"

"They use weapons that do not require essence but are quite powerful. Even those who are awakened at the second or third stage will be easily suppressed by them when they are outnumbered."

I nodded:

"It seems that he has excellent craftsmen under him."

"I also heard that Yaloen set up a camp here. I didn't expect that after his failure, fate would be extended in this way."

"..."

Another few days passed.

This time, the team of three saw the hideous-looking insect man appear on the road.

They were also pulling a wooden cart, inside which some stones and soil could be vaguely seen.

The young man was immediately shocked by this scene and was so scared that he jumped in front of the old man to protect him.

But before he could make any move, the old man patted him on the shoulder:

"Aigner, relax, it's okay."

The young man said nervously:

"But...what is that?"

"An alien race, or a sub-human." The old man said, "Many worlds are dominated by humans, but there are also sub-species of life that have developed intelligence."

"You may think they look a little scary, but it's best to put your prejudice aside."

"These are all sentient beings that can communicate."

As they were talking, a gust of wind suddenly blew by.

It is common knowledge that strong winds on the wasteland are like cutting with a knife.

But this time, the east wind brought with it the freshness of trees and the moisture of water, making people unable to help but take a few more breaths.

The unprecedented experience even made young people feel a little overwhelmed.

The old man said with emotion:

"Kids, we're here."

The group looked towards the east.

The magnificent banyan forest that blocked out the sun appeared in the distant sky.