Summoning Calamities from Behind the Scenes from the Start, Calmly Seated on the Golden Throne at the End

[Native Fantasy] [Western Fantasy] [Behind the Scenes] [Player Antics] [Lighthearted] Please leave a comment and add this to your bookshelf. Author motivation to update +1 “Won’t this really make the legion commander furious?” “Only failures get held accountable. If we succeed, he’ll have to give you a promotion and a raise.” “Just picture those gleaming white gold coins and golden-haired elves. Are you really willing to come all this way for nothing?” The knight fell silent. “Sir Black, we leave everything to your judgment. We would never dare disobey.” Brian reached out and patted him on the shoulder. The knight’s shoulder sank under his hand, and Brian waved to the others. “That’s more like it. Everyone, get ready. Our destination is Silvermoon Valley. Move out!” Xiao Chunan had just transmigrated into a god and barely had time to settle in before being swept into a divine war. His divine body was shattered, and he was tragically banished. Three thousand seven hundred years later, the last wisp of his divine consciousness was awakened by the elven priestess Tailan Xiyue. When he learned that his people were on the verge of extinction, the helpless Xiao Chunan discovered he could still connect to Blue Star. So, under the guise of a game designer, he released a fantasy game on Blue Star that promised an unbelievably realistic experience. Before long, a group of players calling themselves the “Fourth Calamity” descended upon the Dawn Continent. At first, the myriad races mocked the noisy, strange band of reinforcements the elves had brought in. Then, one day, the same voice rang out across every player channel: “The server-wide Holy War event has begun.” In the next instant, countless players gathered and charged into the battle. “For the elves!” “For the priestess’s Summer Banquet outfit!” “Charge, guys! First kill gets a hundred pulls!” The dazzling glow of countless skills illuminated the darkest hour of the Dawn Continent. Only then did the myriad races realize in horror: They’re goblins wearing elf skins!