Xia Yu had transmigrated, which was normal. After all, who hadn't transmigrated these days?
Just a transmigration, small potatoes.
And as for Xia Yu's transmigration, how should one put it? It followed the tropes, but not entirely. He transmigrated into a game he used to play and inherited everything from it.
But this transmigration came with neither a cheat system nor a golden finger. Moreover, this game wasn't particularly popular, though it was considered a classic.
clash of clans, a strategy war mobile game, with elements of attacking, defending, and developing.
Xia Yu transmigrated into this game and even became the Clan Leader. At the beginning of his transmigration, he felt fortunate that he directly inherited everything from the game. Otherwise, starting from a Level 1 Village would have exhausted him to death.
But he couldn't help but feel regretful, because he had quit the game long ago. If he had kept playing, his clan might have become one of the strongest by now.
The reason for quitting was simple: the game split its servers. Originally, the game only had one server, the International Server, where global players could play together. But for some unknown reason, the game suddenly split into two servers: an International Server and a Domestic Server.
Players worldwide were on one server, while the Chinese players were isolated on their own, much like the internet being split into the external and internal networks, separated by a wall.
Xia Yu could understand the internet separation, but the game separation was truly incomprehensible, so he quit.
But regardless, this game was one of the mobile games Xia Yu had played for the longest time—a full six or seven years. His Town Hall had long reached Level 13; he had already quit by the time Level 14 was released.
It seemed Level 15 had already been released on the International Server, but the Domestic Server remained stagnant. The Domestic Server's sluggishness was one of the reasons Xia Yu quit.
The Domestic Server was inactive, only focused on squeezing the last bit of value out of the game through various cash grabs.
Back then, Xia Yu deeply regretted it, as he had invested so much energy into clash of clans only to end up with a closed-off server situation.
But now, Xia Yu only felt regret. If only he hadn't quit back then—who would have thought he would transmigrate into this game? Town Hall, Leader's Residence.
Although the in-game Town Hall didn't look large, once it became reality, it transformed into a behemoth occupying thousands of square meters.
After all, this was the Town Hall for the entire clan, containing the most important Leader's Residence, so it naturally had to be massive.
In the bedroom, Xia Yu lay on a recliner, shirtless, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He was sunbathing. His bedroom had a retractable skylight, allowing him to feel the warmth of the sun without going outside.
Although he was sunbathing, Xia Yu's eyes were vacant, displaying a look of detached indifference as he contemplated life.
What was the meaning of life, and why did he transmigrate?
What was his value here? Although this clan wasn't the absolute strongest, it was still a top-tier existence.
This place would be the same with or without him. So, as the leader, was he destined only to degenerate?
On the large bed behind Xia Yu, faces that were pure, cold, charmingly seductive, and spiritedly heroic all showed flushed cheeks, displaying satisfaction and languor.
After experiencing the indescribable mosaic battle, Xia Yu had entered a state of post-coital clarity (Sage Mode), and his mind was now clear, gaining new insights into life.
Perhaps they could fight again in the afternoon.
Also, the stamina potions the Mages brewed were truly potent. His heart was satisfied, but his body still had energy. Maybe he wouldn't even have to wait until the afternoon; noon would suffice.
He needed to let them rest, after all. He was a good leader who cared for his subordinates.
A moment later, Xia Yu exited Sage Mode and stopped his life reflections.
After changing his clothes, he greeted the harem resting on the bed and then strolled out of the bedroom with a swagger, intending to grab something to eat at the Town Hall BBQ Bar.
This was his daily degenerate life, truly enviable... shameful.
Leaving the residence, the streets were flat and wide. Villagers bustled about in all directions, each busy with their own tasks.
Although not shown in the game, the village actually had villagers. Otherwise, if a clan only consisted of fighting troops, how would it function?
The surrounding houses were modeled after Western Medieval architecture, but they were neat, lacking the filth associated with the Middle Ages. Moreover, to be precise, clash of clans wasn't strictly a Medieval era setting.
This world also contained scientifically unsound technological creations. Whether it was the Mortar or the Tesla Coil, they couldn't be built without a certain level of technological capability.
Among them was the most scientifically unsound black technology: the Eagle Artillery, with an extremely long range and vast area of effect, classifying it as a weapon of deterrence that was usually not deployed lightly.
With the strength of Xia Yu's Level 13 Five-Star Town Hall, these black technology defense facilities had long been constructed, so nearby clans dared not provoke them.
They were the ones who provoked other clans, forcing the enemy leaders to swallow their grievances in silence.
This world was vast, with all sorts of clans on the continent. Each clan was equivalent to a nation, and the leader was the king.
As for how large this world truly was, Xia Yu didn't know. It wasn't that no one had researched it; once, a scholar rode a Dragon and flew continuously in one direction, hoping to reach the world's edge, but the scholar never returned, and no one knew where he finally flew.
"Sigh, why think so much? Life is quite comfortable now anyway."
Looking at the children playing on the street and the patrolling soldiers, Xia Yu couldn't help but smile. This was the clan he had built from scratch, growing from the initial small wooden hut to the current behemoth; his contribution was indispensable.
"Leader, who are we planning to attack today?"
A massive Giant suddenly appeared beside Xia Yu. This was the Barbarian King, a heroic king clad in simple battle armor.
There were a total of four such heroes, and each was a unique existence. The remaining three were the Archer Queen, the Grand Warden, and the Royal Champion.
"Attack, attack, attack! Why do you only think about fighting all day? I've told you many times, we are a peace-loving clan. What will other clans think of us if we are always fighting!"
Xia Yu scolded the big guy in front of him. The Barbarian King dared not look up when scolded, although he already had to look down to see the leader.
"Leader, then... we aren't going to steal anyone's resources today?"
"Who said we aren't going!" Xia Yu suddenly changed his tone and said fiercely, "Go and plunder that Level 8 clan to the southwest. Remember, don't leave them a single gold coin."
"At the last leader meeting, that bastard actually rolled his eyes at me. It's clear he hasn't suffered enough societal beatings."
"I understand, Leader."
The Barbarian King murmured his assent. Although the leader often said incomprehensible things, he understood one thing: hit them hard!
"Then we will set off shortly. Any other instructions, Leader?"
"None, none," Xia Yu waved his hand casually, urging him to leave quickly. "We don't have any evenly matched opponents anyway, just fight casually."
After sending the Barbarian King away, Xia Yu continued toward the Town Hall BBQ Bar, but just as he turned to take a step, a notification suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Xia Yu has joined the Chat Group!]
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What is this? A belated golden finger?