Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True

With the help of legendary-grade fish materials and her deception skills, Ye Bai successfully "persuaded" the deputy minister of the Chaos Society, securing access to first-tier Chaos School knowledge as well as purchasing rights for higher-tier knowledge.

Without delay, Ye Bai then used the teleportation array in Landu City to travel to Laen City, the main hub of the Alchemy School, where she repeated the same trick.

Compared to the Magic School and Chaos School, which had clear biases, Ye Bai's process of acquiring knowledge from the Alchemy Society went much smoother. This was because the Alchemy School prioritized experimentation, and the society relied heavily on sponsorships—gold coins held far greater influence here than in the other two schools.

Even without her deception skills, Ye Bai could have simply thrown enough money at the high-tier NPCs of the Alchemy School to get what she wanted. In fact, this was the easiest school knowledge for players to obtain in the early stages.

After swiftly flexing her financial prowess to secure first-tier knowledge from both schools, Ye Bai went on a shopping spree across the two cities.

Her purchases primarily consisted of various plague-specific remedies—disinfectant spray drones from the Alchemy capital, concentrated plague antidotes from the Chaos capital, as well as high-tier construction materials like moonstone, firegold, obsidian, and more.

This extravagant spending spree cost Ye Bai over a thousand gold coins, shrinking her fortune as the "Richest Person in All Realms" by a quarter.

Finally, laden with her newly acquired supplies, Ye Bai organized a new merchant caravan.

This time, however, her treatment at the Merchant Guild underwent a noticeable change.

Upon seeing the scale of Ye Bai’s order, the guild staff’s standard polite smile faltered before shifting into a far more enthusiastic and deferential expression. "Esteemed VIP," the staff member said, "your transaction volume has reached our highest tier. As such, the Merchant Guild will provide you with a free team of land drakes to transport your goods."

Aside from the disinfectant drones from the Alchemy capital, the bulk of Ye Bai’s purchases had been made at the Merchant Guild in Landu City. Though the total shipment amounted to only sixty crates, the value of the contents was astronomical—even for a major city’s Merchant Guild, such a massive transaction was a rare sight.

At the same time, the commercial level of Baiye Town skyrocketed from its previous second-tier status to nearly fourth-tier in one leap.

Ye Bai’s single spending spree alone surpassed the total trade volume of her entire territory since its establishment.

In this fantasy world, the value gap between high-tier and ordinary items was just that vast. The resources Ye Bai had managed to gather early from the Divine Realm were considered near-extinct treasures in the lower realms.

This was precisely why Ye Bai, acting alone, could outperform the collective efforts of countless players from interstellar civilizations.

"However…" Ye Bai blinked in surprise. "Land drakes?"

"Indeed," the guild staff nodded proudly. "They are our guild’s most elite transport and escort team."

It was then that Ye Bai finally remembered something, her expression turning slightly odd as she nodded in acknowledgment.

……

Huff… Huff…

Ye Bai was led to a distinctly upscale cargo area, where all her purchased goods had already been neatly packed into reinforced crates. Nearby, a group of "land drakes"—each measuring three to five meters in length—were brought out, totaling twenty in all.

When she used [Insight] on these large, lizard-like creatures covered in pale yellow scales, she received their information:

[Land Drake Beast]

Level: 50

HP: 40,000/40,000

Status: Tamed

The creatures referred to as "land drakes" by the guild staff were actually "land drake beasts"—completely different from the undead land drakes Ye Bai had once encountered in the Divine Realm. The latter possessed true ancient dragon bloodlines and were absolute third-tier boss-level creatures.

The former, distinguished by the extra "beast" in their name, were products of the Chaos School’s alchemical furnaces. Aside from a superficial resemblance in appearance and name, the two species had nothing in common.

That said, as tamed mounts, land drake beasts were incredibly practical and powerful—mid-tier second-level creatures with elite monster templates, as evident from their HP.

The land drake transport team wasn’t just for hauling goods; they also served as escorts. Each drake was ridden by a Merchant Guild elite warrior between levels 50 and 60. Combined, they effectively formed a top-tier third-tier military unit.

"We’re ready to depart at any time," said the escort captain, eager to please Ye Bai—a client who had just spent over a thousand gold coins in one go. Noticing her gaze lingering on the land drakes, he stepped forward and asked, "Would you like to ride one, Employer? Don’t worry, Larei is the gentlest of them all."

"I have my own mount…" Ye Bai wasn’t particularly interested—land drake beasts were just stronger and faster, but they couldn’t fly. She was about to decline and summon Autofis when a familiar braying sound interrupted her.

"Hee-haw!"

Ye Bai turned toward the noise and saw Autofis, who had somehow slipped away unnoticed, now standing atop the largest and highest-level land drake beast at the front of the group.

Ye Bai: "?"

The captain had asked her if she wanted to ride a land drake, not whether this guy wanted to!

The escort captain’s face immediately paled. "A donkey?! Konor is—dangerous!"

Konor was the captain’s primary mount and, unlike his secondary mount Larei, had the worst temper in the entire land drake team. Even the slightest provocation could set it off, and sometimes even the captain himself had to struggle to keep it under control.

Now, as the gray-white donkey nimbly leaped onto Konor’s broad back, the massive beast’s claws dug into the ground, its nostrils flaring as it released a cloud of hot breath. A frill of leathery skin fanned out behind its head—a sign of extreme agitation.

The surrounding knights tensed, hands flying to their swords, ready to intervene—Konor was clearly on the verge of a rampage.

Worse, Konor’s agitation began spreading to the other land drakes nearby, their own frills unfurling as the entire team teetered on the edge of chaos.

"Hee-haw?"

Yet Autofis, still perched obliviously on Konor’s back, let out another questioning bray.

Then, something miraculous happened.

With Autofis's call, Konor's bristling crest stiffened for a moment before abruptly smoothing down, lying flat against the back of its head. Not just Konor—the other restless land drakes around them also calmed in the same way.

The knights of the escort team, who had been preparing to suppress the unrest through combat, froze in unison, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Twenty land drakes had returned to tranquility, even more subdued than before, as if the earlier chaos had been nothing but an illusion.

After a pause, the captain of the escort finally snapped out of his daze. He glanced at the donkey standing atop Konor's back, then turned to look at Ye Bai beside him, his face clearly asking, "What just happened?"

Ye Bai could only respond with a blank expression, explaining, "...It's my mount. A... uh, magical donkey."

A magical donkey?

The escort team members mulled over the name, then looked back at the donkey, which now seemed fully accepted by the land drakes.

—It sounded absurd, but it was undeniably "magical."

In the end, Autofis merely played curiously on the land drake's back for a while before obediently returning to serve as Ye Bai's mount.

Land drakes were incredibly fast, and when it came to establishing trade routes, they differed fundamentally from other transport teams.

Other caravans, including those pulled by horned horses, still "walked" their paths, but land drakes outright forged them—charging forward like an unstoppable tank brigade, plowing straight through as long as there were no lakes or mountains ahead.

This efficiency far surpassed any of Ye Bai's previous trade route expeditions.

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...

Outside White Night Town's walls, Felix stood guard at the city gate with a squad of fully armed soldiers. Every warrior, including Felix himself, had bloodshot eyes, their exhausted yet resolute expressions betraying their strained vigilance.

Beside them, an apprentice from the herbalist's quarters assisted in their duties.

Every person and item entering the inner city underwent rigorous inspection and was fumigated with special herbs before being allowed passage.

White Night Town was now divided into two zones by its walls and gates.

Outdoor activities beyond the walls had been drastically reduced, and the residents within the inner city moved through a desolate landscape, with many infected townsfolk resting at home while taking herbal remedies.

Meanwhile, the refugee camp outside the gates was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs.

A plague had swept through the entire camp, infecting all three hundred refugees within—some still mobile with mild symptoms, others bedridden with severe illness.

The camp, originally meant to temporarily house newcomers, was now overwhelmed, with many patients forced to rest on piles of dry grass in open spaces.

The once-active players in White Night Town had all but vanished.

The plague had struck swiftly and fiercely, erupting just as the second wave of refugee intake was completed.

It was Lucy who had decisively ordered the gates sealed, strictly controlling movement in and out, barely managing to contain the disease that had already infiltrated the town's residential areas and ensuring the continued operation of essential infrastructure.

But beyond the gates, the plague had spread like wildfire through the refugee camp, engulfing the entire area within a single day.

In this crisis, players active in White Night Town were expelled—because, like NPCs, they too could contract the plague, suffering a persistent infection debuff that drained their health until death.

The difference was that players, as descendants of gods, possessed robust constitutions. They could easily recover by consuming the right herbs—so long as they avoided reinfection—or simply die and respawn, free of the disease.

But for NPCs below level 10, treatment was far less effective, requiring time to recuperate, and death from illness meant permanent loss.

Still, no one wanted to lose health points or hunt for herbs needlessly. After the outbreak and the town's lockdown, the players who once frequented White Night Town had mostly disappeared, relocating to other settlements. Only a few, bound by faction missions, returned daily to observe from a distance.

The absence of players affected income and personal interests but didn’t critically disrupt the town's operations.

The real disaster was that, after the plague struck, merchants bound for White Night Town turned back, isolating the settlement. Herbal reserves dwindled rapidly, and with no reliable resupply, the town faced a dire shortage.

Every industry in White Night Town scrambled to respond, with the medical sector under the most strain.

Among the last batch of specialized recruits, two had been assigned to the herbalist's quarters.

Beyond Lucy’s high-level herbalist workshop, two additional facilities had been built, staffed with six, four, and four workers respectively at full capacity.

Yet even at full staffing, the healers were overwhelmed by the plague.

Ye Bai had prepared contingency plans before leaving for her class change, but she hadn’t anticipated being unable to log in for over a month.

"Ugh…"

"Waaah…"

The refugee camp, thick with the reek of medicinal herbs, echoed with the groans of the sick.

Lucy, clad in gloves and a face mask, moved through the area. She had just pulled a critically ill patient back from death’s door when her vision blurred, and she collapsed straight to the ground.

"Teacher!" An apprentice herbalist rushed to her side, lifting Lucy up.

Turning her over, the apprentice saw through the mask’s gap that Lucy’s skin was flushed red. Even before touching her, the heat radiating from her skin and breath was unmistakable.

"The teacher has been infected... We must report this to Lady Carrie, Lady Dilina, and Sir Blaze."

The apprentice hurriedly carried Lucy on her back as she rushed toward the city gates.

Felix spotted the herbalist apprentice and, upon noticing the figure on her back, his expression darkened instantly. "Sister Lucy has been infected too?"

"Yes, I need to get her treated and inform the city's leaders immediately!" the apprentice urged.

Nearby soldiers, understanding the urgency, immediately turned and headed into the inner city without another word.

"Stay back—don’t get too close, or you might catch it too," the apprentice warned Felix as he stepped forward.

But Felix shook his head firmly. "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. My constitution is strong now."

"Who said a strong constitution means immunity—"

"Lida, put me down. I can’t go inside." Lucy’s weak voice interrupted their exchange.

The apprentice, Lida, protested, "Teacher, you’re infected!"

Lucy lifted her head slightly from her apprentice’s back. "Exactly because I’m infected, I can’t return. The outbreak in the city is under control. If I go back now, I risk spreading it further."

"But Sister Lucy, you’re the most skilled herbalist in our territory..."

Felix moved to support her, but Lucy waved him off. "I know. I’ll do my best to treat myself... Felix, stay away. Even if you don’t get sick, you could carry the disease to others. We can’t afford to lose any more uninfected fighters."

"Lida, let’s go back."

"Yes..." The tall apprentice sighed and helped Lucy retreat to the refugee camp.

Meanwhile, near the watchtower close to the mayor’s office within the city walls...

Carrie and Blaze had already received the news of Lucy’s infection. Soon after, Dilina arrived hastily from the direction of the tailor’s shop, her usually neat hair slightly disheveled.

"How’s the situation? The latest batch of protective gear is being made, but meeting the physicians’ requirements will take time."

Blaze’s expression was grave. "Lucy’s been infected."

Dilina froze, then pressed a hand to her forehead. "How did this happen... What can we do now?"

"We have to make a choice."

The words came from Carrie, who had been silent until now.

"A choice? You mean..." Both Dilina and Blaze turned to her.

Carrie was the longest-serving high-ranking professional under Lord Ye Bai and had always held his deepest trust.

Though she wasn’t officially appointed as the captain of the guard like Blaze, nor did she hold a high-ranking position like Dilina, the tailor master, both knew that in terms of seniority and influence among the professionals, no one surpassed Carrie. Whenever Lord Ye Bai left on extended journeys, it was she who oversaw major decisions for the territory.

Carrie exhaled heavily, her usually bright demeanor now strained. "Yes. Abandon the severely ill new refugees outside the walls to protect the recovering residents inside."

Blaze pressed his lips together and spoke stiffly, "But the refugee camp was Lord Ye Bai’s arrangement..."

Carrie closed her eyes. "I know. I’ll bear full responsibility. I can’t let Lord Ye Bai return to a White Night Town destroyed by plague... At this point, it’s no longer a choice. Our storerooms are completely out of herbs."

Silence fell over the three.

Even the most skilled couldn’t work without materials. With no herbs left, even if Lucy hadn’t been infected, prolonging the stalemate wouldn’t bring salvation—only the complete ruin of White Night Town.

Unless... a miracle happened. Unless the lord returned.

To them, "miracle" and "the lord’s return" were one and the same.

Realistically, what White Night Town needed wasn’t Ye Bai himself—but all three of them believed that once their lord appeared, every problem before them would be resolved.

Suddenly, tiny droplets of cool liquid sprinkled onto their skin.

"Is this... rain?"

Carrie, Dilina, and Blaze instinctively looked up—only to realize it wasn’t rain.

One, two, three... nine, over a dozen flying contraptions, unmistakably alchemical constructs, soared overhead.

Carrie, whose profession was rooted in alchemy, recognized the scent of the spray instantly.

"Disinfection sprayers?"

These were alchemical devices designed to prevent the spread of disease.

"Why haven’t these unidentified objects been shot down—" Blaze tensed, ready for action, but paused at Carrie’s words. "Disinfection... sprayers?"

"Whoosh—!!"

The next moment, an eruption of ecstatic cheers rose from outside the city walls.

The guard captain was still processing the situation, but Carrie and Dilina had already guessed the reason. Their expressions shifted—relief, joy, release—culminating in a single thought:

"Lord Ye Bai has returned."

......

From afar, as Ye Bai caught sight of White Night Town, the sight of medicinal smoke shrouding the outer walls sent a jolt of dread through him. His territory was clearly in the grip of a plague.

Panicked, Ye Bai urged Autofis forward, leaving the bewildered earth drake convoy far behind as he raced ahead alone.

The moment he reached the territory, he deployed every disinfection sprayer from his pack, directing them over White Night Town’s inner and outer districts, focusing on densely populated areas to curb the outbreak.

Felix, on guard duty, gaped at the swarm of flying devices, initially mistaking them for an enemy attack.

But then—he saw the familiar figure.

While the newly arrived refugees stood confused, the soldiers and medical staff, after a stunned pause, burst into unrestrained cheers:

"Lord Ye Bai has returned!"

......

Lucy, unaware of the commotion, had succumbed to feverish unconsciousness once more. Yet even in her dreams, her mind never rested—

No... the patients... the plague must not spread further...

In her dazed state, Lucy faintly sensed someone feeding her a cool medicinal potion. At the same time, a familiar voice echoed in her ears:

"My territory has been struck by a plague. Everyone, just leave the supplies here—someone will come to collect them."

This time, Lucy truly drifted into a peaceful slumber.