My Players Are All Living Gods

The orc warband "Bonebreaker Tribe" has issued a declaration of war and is expected to arrive within seven days. Goal: Kill all humans and occupy Frostleaf Territory as a spring hunting ground. "It's really a dog at the beginning... No, not even a dog." Roy smiled bitterly. He sat down on the creaky wooden chair and closed his eyes. For three days, he tried every trick a time traveler could have: meditation to feel the magic? No. Bloodshed to identify the owner of an ancestral ring? The ring is made of copper and is worth two copper coins. Calling the system? There was silence. Until now. [It is detected that the host's will to survive reaches a critical value] [Civilization Observation System is starting...] [Insufficient energy... Alternate solution detected...] [Activating player summoning module...] A series of cold mechanical sounds sounded in his head. Roy opened his eyes suddenly, and a translucent blue light screen appeared in front of him. [Welcome to the "Fourth Natural Disaster" beta system] [Warning: This system is still in the experimental stage and unpredictable bugs may occur] [Current number of players that can be summoned: 10 (test quota)] [Summoning conditions: consume 100 units of energy (current energy: 0/100)] Roy stared at the light screen, his heart beating rapidly. Player? The fourth disaster? He was too familiar with this word - in those game novels, it refers to those "players" who are out of control, treat the world as a playground, and behave so logically that they make NPCs collapse. And now he's summoning them? [Methods of energy acquisition: territory development, population growth, civilization influence] "Advance..." Roy murmured