My Players Are So Fierce

Curious sounds reverberated across every coin casually tossed in the Brass Fortress; the more valuable the item, the clearer the sound, like a prelude to a concert of currency. Those golden objects seemed so excited, as if they too were anticipating the arrival of some great power.

Of course, to hear the sound clearly, one must hold a piece of Burning Gold close to the ear.

No one knows under what circumstances some intoxicated big brain first discovered this oddity; afterward, many drunken dwarves attempted it, but the sounds they heard in their respective pieces of Burning Gold Ore were different.

“It’s calling me to do business! It says I have the talent for it!”

An old soldier shouted, and someone nearby immediately responded:

“It says I should be careful with my money and told me my luck isn’t great today, advised me against going to the casino, but my hands itch. Who wants to gamble with me?”

“Shut up, shut up, I’m listening to it speak to me. Um, it tells me not to stash money beneath the bedboard but to spend it on things I want, which will bring joy and satisfaction, driving me to earn more.

I think it makes sense…

Ha!

Bartender, a round of drinks for everyone here, I’m paying!

“Cheers to the generous soul! And meanwhile, listen to the advice of the coins in your hands; sticking them under the bed is really foolish!”

A loud group of drunkards immediately began shouting, filling the bustling tavern with a joyous atmosphere.

As for why the coins and Burning Gold emitted such light sounds, it seemingly did not concern their thoughts. This situation, clearly abnormal, was regarded as normal by all present. In fields they were not aware of, the pieces of Burning Gold Ore held by them were emitting wondrous energy.

These forces gathered together, forming a special domain enveloping the entire Brass Fortress.

Within this domain, the emotions and desires of everyone were being constantly amplified, and all circulated coins aided in the expansion of this domain, with each completed transaction making the living beings within more fervent.

They didn’t understand why they were so joyful, but… happiness was all that mattered.

“Look, the God of Wealth Dutna is displaying His mighty strength; this is His initial manifestation in the material world. All those chasing wealth and dreams can hear that generous encouragement, and all those adept at using wealth can receive that supreme blessing.”

In the pit, the excited Banok raised both hands and shouted at the panting Supreme Lord Hadlan in front of him:

“We need not anticipate Lady Gaia’s change of heart anymore!

No!

Perhaps I should say, all this is conducted under Her acquiescence, my dear Majesty, no one is undermining. All these are fate’s choice; when we touched the first piece of Burning Gold, fate had already set sail!

Do not oppose it; it’s merely a transformation!

When we first used Burning Gold, such transformation appeared; after hundreds of years of advancement, it finally formed into a storm destined to sweep the continent.

And I!

I can proudly proclaim to the world, I am the caller of that storm, I am the guide of change!”

“Why! Banok, tell me, why would you do this!”

Even the Supreme Lord felt the special forces enveloping the Brass Fortress.

He could even hear the faint laughter, similar to the previous conversation with Dutna Burngold, the ethereal laughter with millions of coins clashing as its background was advancing from subspace to the material world.

That was an unstoppable situation.

But Hadlan still had the final question.

The Supreme Lord who tore through the Ironheart Warrior’s territory to reach here ignored the hatching chaos egg. He stared hard at Banok, roaring in fury:

“You are the most powerful general of the Brass Dwarves! You once were the most devoted priest of Lady Gaia! You once were my most trusted brother, why? Does this city or our people wrong you in any way? Why are you obsessed with destroying here?”

“Destroy? No, no, no, my Majesty, I never intended to harm my people, I am still fulfilling my duty, otherwise this fortress would have fallen a month ago.”

Banok glanced at the rock buried in the soil beneath him.

He witnessed the rock undergoing a wondrous transformation under the winds blowing through the subspace fissure behind him, clusters of beautiful crystals “growing” from the rock, symbols of subspace power altering the material world.

He bent down, lifting the stone being shaped into Burning Gold, explaining to the blood-stained Gaia’s Strength Warhammer-wielding Hadlan approaching step by step:

“I have no intention of harming anyone, my Majesty, I simply obtained knowledge, I must spread it, bring ‘answers’ to everyone hoping to unravel the mysteries. You look at me like viewing a World Destroyer.

But it’s not like that!

I and dusk are not the same.

Those madmen worship the most extreme and ruthless ‘original sin’ hidden in the shadows of subspace.

Its sole desire is to engulf this world, return everything to the primordial chaos, free from the creator’s external interference, guiding the world back onto its destined path.

But I have no interest in the concept of original sin!

I am not a destroyer; I do not wish to see the world perish!