The game has become a real alternate world

Kana glanced around with a faint smile and continued, "You should be able to see from history, the war with the Evil God that happened before everything fell apart.

The dwarves, for some unknown reason, were targeted by an Evil God, which led to a war spreading over hundreds of years. Eventually, it ended in the dwarves' victory.

I'm sure you have records internally indicating that after that war, the dwarves split apart for certain reasons, though it was a peaceful separation."

The dwarves present nodded; they knew this piece of history, or rather, all dwarves would know this history.

"Your former tribe was undoubtedly the smallest group within the Dwarf Kingdom, the Golden Dwarves."

The dwarves were generally divided into Gold, Silver, and Bronze.

The higher the rank, the rarer in number, mainly to distinguish the different specialties among the dwarves.

"Golden Dwarves are relatively rare in number among the dwarves, consisting of only a few tribes, all of which are quite important. Because of their physical prowess, they are also high-level warriors within the race, and are quite combative."

As Kana spoke, the surrounding dwarves nodded, which indeed matched their situation.

Seeing this, Kana suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Then, you betrayed us."

"What!" Getai shouted, a bit shocked.

But many dwarves remained silent and somber, as they had begun to realize.

"The combative nature in you fell into the desire for battle, attracting the Evil God. Under the Evil God's temptation, nearly half of the Golden Dwarves fell.

The fallen Golden Dwarves became the greatest hidden threat within the entire dwarf tribe, and when the problem arose, the whole Dwarf Kingdom suffered devastating damage."

The entire room was silent.

This information was extremely grave for the dwarves; they were tempted by the Evil God and betrayed their own race.

It could even be said that their betrayal led to the dwarf's split, although the split itself was destined to happen.

But their betrayal hastened this process.

Kana did not stop, continuing, "The remaining few Golden Dwarves also fell in the subsequent battles. Yet, among them, there were Golden Dwarves who persisted in their honor.

Perhaps out of guilt, these dwarves fought on the front lines of all battles, almost recklessly penetrating the formations of the Evil God's camp time and again.

Such battles inevitably resulted in significant losses for the remaining Golden Dwarves, but at this point, the other dwarves understood and did not blame their brethren.

However, the feelings of guilt and being insulted couldn't be vented, and the other dwarves couldn't stop the Golden Dwarves' march to death.

In such circumstances, when the war ended, the faith of the Evil God was purged, and the Evil God itself was expelled from the world.

The remaining Golden Dwarves numbered less than ten thousand, and most were gravely wounded and not long for this world."

These words brought silence to those present.

However, the dwarves' expressions also improved a bit, at least their ancestors did not entirely fall.

With brave battles, they washed away their shame; at least from the perspective of the Gray Mountain Dwarves, this approach was the right one.

It could only be said that they were indeed the descendants of the Golden Dwarves, with almost the same mindset.

"But the Evil God being purged wasn't so simple; in the end, it cursed all Golden Dwarves, which is the source of the Demon's Blood within you.

This led to the remaining Golden Dwarves voluntarily leaving the Kingdom even after the war's victory.

Throughout the journey, the critically ill and wounded gradually died, leaving only you who arrived in this remote place, renaming yourselves the Gray Mountain Dwarves."

As he spoke, Kana pointed at the people present.

At least it let the dwarves present know about their rough origins and their ancestors' efforts.

"Because of your departure, other dwarves also seemed disheartened by that centennial war.

Whether they already had thoughts or were forced into it, anyway, nearly all the dwarves left the ancestral land.

Only a very small portion remained in the once-glorious Kingdom."

Here, Kana ended his brief summary of recent dwarf history.

These could indeed only be considered recent history for the dwarves, after all, it spanned merely three generations.

Watching the dwarves in silent thought.

Kana no longer said anything, not even disturbing more, but gave a nod to the Night Watchers present.

Then he walked away.

The Night Watchers quietly followed him out.

Leaving only the dwarves there, reflecting on the simple history Kana had narrated to them.

Suddenly, Sergio smiled.

"What are you smiling at?" The Master of Brewing looked askance at him.

"I'm smiling because we've at least rid ourselves, haven't we? We didn't actively fall into the Evil God's embrace.

All those who were still conscious tried their best to avoid it, but the Evil God's Blood in us affected our minds.

We didn't repeat the same mistakes, now we've become Night Watchers, and we will exact our ancestors' revenge together."

Sergio said, gripping the warhammer in his hand, his eyes filled only with determination.

Damned demons, damned Evil God.