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Tone: Fourth Disaster, infrastructure building, feel-good power fantasy

The heroine is holed up in a magic tower, recovering from her injuries, raising children, and pulling the strings from behind the scenes as a cautious mastermind. The players she sends out discover that different people call her by different names.

(The bittersweet tale of the heroine desperately leveling up to become a god while constantly changing her secret identities... The first half of her tragic, beautiful, and powerful life.)

Player 1 posts on the forum: "Today I ran into one of xx God's xx. They called the heroine xx. At first, he looked so angry that I thought I'd die and have to start over again, but when he heard the heroine was injured, he fell silent for a moment, then told me to bring her medicine... He even threatened me, saying I had to deliver it and couldn't swallow it along the way."

Player 2: "Joanna, uh, so how many secret identities does she have, anyway? I thought she was just a severe shut-in who never went out."

Player 3: "Didn't you read the game description? We were summoned because the heroine failed to ascend to godhood as a human, so she used the divine nature she had condensed as a summoning catalyst... Ahem, that's not important. Let's count the bosses the heroine has encountered on her path to godhood so far: 1 xx, 2 xx, 3 xx, 4 xx, 5 xx, 6 xx..."

Player 6: "Zhou Xun face: So many people.jpg"

Blurb? Interview

On the xx continent, before the heroine brought in the players, this was what the various races thought of elves:

Dwarves: Mysterious, elegant,

Dragons: Beautiful, dragon-bewitching,

Abyssal undead: Long-lived, with beautiful □□, incredibly gifted,

Humans: The Creator God's masterpiece, a rare and precious sight...

After the players arrived:

Dwarves: Elves? They're everywhere, common, greedy, and so loud they make a dwarf's ears ring... "burp" They can brew alcohol, though.

Dragons: They steal dragon gold, seduce dragons, and are more promiscuous than dragons! You filthy elves! Put that stone down! That's a dragon's pillow!

Abyssal flame demon: Heh heh, I can wipe out a whole group with one wave of my hand... Ah! Help! (The flames go out with a puff.)

Human count: Elves? No, no, I don't know any elves! Don't come near me!!!

#How did the elegant and mysterious elves get such a bad reputation#

#Written as elves, read as the Fourth Disaster#

Theme: Writing