Chapter 124: Great Work (Part II)

"After all, one must always consider the future; we must consider things far off in the future, not just the present."

"It is meaningless for you to tell me this, my lord..."

"Of course, of course. I know it is meaningless, but this sort of thing is like wearing fine clothes in the dark—you have to find somewhere to show off, right? Just treat me as your trash can, alright? I have struck the Chaos Gods, and now, in the posture of a savior, can I not even find you to chat? You are so busy, aren't you?"

"I would not dare, my lord. If you truly wish for me to sit here and listen, I will listen. It is just that there are times when I might raise some questions."

"That is fine, feel free to raise them; my wisdom is beyond doubt, in any case."

Watching the somewhat weary-hearted Oliver before him, Li Ang continued to lean against the Observatory with great satisfaction, pointing at the map he was gradually occupying and the bombardment zones.

To carry out the Third Impact, the current number of Psionic Spires is insufficient, and it is highly likely that they will overload again. Therefore, it is necessary to expand one's strategic area. Because it is uncertain what level of defensive capability the Planetary Shield possesses, there is no need to expand too severely.

For instance, right now, Li Ang is executing a plan of "sitting on one while looking toward three."

"In reality, we could execute the Third Impact right now. But if we did that, the Fourth Impact would become very rushed, and the Fifth Impact would become somewhat rigid. So I have decided on a three-step plan. First, occupy the land required for the Fourth Impact, then declare claims on the land needed for the Fifth Impact."

Expanding the circles on the map projection by a few degrees, Li Ang displayed his grand blueprint with no lack of pride. Looking at the entire map, a massive circle began to expand continuously across the Old World, beginning to encompass the surrounding areas and environment.

Because the entire Old World is a giant circle, one can clearly see the various circular patterns Li Ang has planned on the map. Within these circles, Psionic Spires and defensive facilities will be deployed to prevent the worst-case scenario. Moreover, to ensure the smooth progress of the experimental plan, Li Ang has specifically prepared a portion of redundancy to clean up and verify issues regarding psionic technology.

All in all, Li Ang never considered these existences in the Old World as people. Or rather, he truly wanted to at the beginning, but now that the environment and situation have reached this point, treating those abstract things as living people is, to be honest, a bit impolite to actual living people.

The living people, the great people, and the great things that Li Ang thought of in his heart should be shining with brilliant colors. But clearly, one probably cannot find them in these cesspools of the Old World.

Whether it is their personalities, the things they do, or even the heroes in their myths, there are very few who are normal.

Staying together with these vermin, how can one manage the politics of the Old World well? To truly manage the Old World well, Li Ang can see now that he might really have to rely on his invincible Cloning Vats and powerful Psychic Power. At least once these things are brought out, he really does not need to worry about anything else.

The only thing he is slightly worried about might be the Lizardmen from Lustria. But apart from throwing trash and assassins in here all day, those strange cold-blooded creatures do not seem to have made any other moves. The Lizardmen as a whole have also maintained a cold state, not caring about what Li Ang is thinking or doing. This kind of conflict makes Li Ang think that the Lizardmen might also be in a rather conflicted state of mind.

These Lizardmen, who style themselves as guardians of the Ancient Ones, were already at a loss when facing players in a closed system, and now they have encountered a freak like Li Ang who can truly manipulate Ancient Saint Relics; for the Lizardmen world, this is no different from dropping a nuclear bomb.

There is simply nothing else in the brains of the cold-blooded species; they only know about various Great Plans and the execution of such plans, nothing else at all.

As a result, now that this has happened, it is hard to say what the Great Plan is, but Li Ang himself certainly has something up his sleeve.

So, regarding the Lizardmen, although it will take a long time to expand the circle over there, for these creatures that have approached the universe, Li Ang himself does not want more fighting; it is better for everyone to be safe between each other.

"…Forgive my bluntness, my lord, but you have not mentioned the players yet."

Looking at Li Ang, who was looking at the map with self-satisfaction, Oliver on the side could not help but ask in a low voice: "You promised the north of the Norsca Peninsula to these players, but you have not said what your intentions for these players actually are. Have you truly prepared to talk to, or even coexist with, these players?"

"Hm? They are nothing more than a group of test subjects."

"Test subjects?"

"Yes. I am releasing the final impact, so I have to see the effects. You also know that the souls of players are sensitive and fragile; once they suffer some attacks, they will flee back to their original world."

Li Ang sat in mid-air, looked at the thoughtful Oliver, smiled, and spoke of his plans very calmly.

"The power of the players themselves is not great; they will not cause any serious physical destruction and have almost no way to affect our defensive facilities. However, our Thirteenth Impact will eventually affect the entire planetary ecosystem, and even the planet itself. So I must prepare for all of this."

"Utilizing the sensitivity of the players' souls and their sensitivity to magic, the vibrations brought by the bombardment, and the disturbance to the soul—observing the players is enough to accomplish this."

"I cannot allow individuals possessing souls to exist in my world, but players are an exception. They can live in this world through such fragile and subtle soul vibrations, and naturally, they can utilize these vibrations to conduct observations for me. For example, if I truly cause any impact on the Subspace or the soul, the instantaneous death of these players will provide me with a warning."

Looking at the cultural supervisor before him, Li Ang shrugged.

"After all, I control too many things; there must be a convenient and easy-to-understand alarm facility, right? What's more, these players are quite enthusiastic; they really treat my place as their homeland to build."

"In that case, it is a good thing. The harder they work to build, and the deeper and richer the feelings they develop for this place, the more I can observe what these sensitive souls can bring me. Currently, in the world, there is no soul more sensitive or with a better reaction than a player's soul."

"Besides, just by my doing this, they should be thanking me."

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"Long live the Star-Bearer! Long live the Star-Bearer!!"

"Stop shouting, stop shouting, they can't hear you even if you shout! That is the Coast Guard patrolling; what are you shouting for here?"

"This one shot took down all these Chaos Norscans, shouldn't I support it? You, on the other hand, won't let me shout—what is your composition? You wouldn't happen to be an uninitiated spy from the Chaos side, would you?"

"That is truly turning the world upside down; when did you get in to check my composition? I told you to keep it down so you wouldn't disturb the Star-Bearer work team coming here, and you're here checking my composition? You just wait, when this city is built and we plant a flag, let's see who uses blood to consecrate the flag!"

"..."

The young Star-Bearer looked at the noisy players with curious eyes.

These young Star-Bearer Elves, who simply possessed all kinds of knowledge but had never applied it, had now reached all walks of life and begun their internship journeys.

For the players, this could no longer be called a massive benefit; it was a heaven-shattering piece of good news. The Elves were handsome if they were handsome, beautiful if they were beautiful; sometimes you couldn't even tell the men from the women, but every Elf was good-looking. Moreover, these Elves looked innocent and simple at a glance, unlike those other Elves.

Some players had already compared the Star-Bearer Elves with the Dark Elves and High Elves, and discovered that compared to the Dark Elves and High Elves, the Star-Bearer Elves always carried a kind of innocence and simplicity, as if they were very pure. This feeling made everyone realize that the Dark Elves and High Elves definitely had something going on. Everyone hadn't realized it before because there was no comparison, but now it was obvious at a glance.

For instance, right now, two players were dueling while planting a flag, and a group of Star-Bearer Elves would cast their gaze over from time to time, looking at the players' quarrel with curiosity, even letting their own work slacken a bit.

Such a thing would be impossible for those Pale Army and veteran Star-Bearer Elves. This also made the talk of "pure Elves" grow increasingly loud. Because they were too pure and clean, the Star-Bearers were the true orthodox Elves. And precisely because the orthodox Elves had always been resisting Chaos and demons, Ulthuan and the Dark Elves would spare no effort to help these orthodox Elves. Looking at it this way, didn't it all match up? It all matched up.

Compared to "rotten crotches," everyone naturally preferred this innocent, flawless, and jade-like feeling.

Some players even claimed that some Elves had already begun to develop feelings for the players, and they could even share little secrets with each other; even more intimate actions were no problem.

Just think about it: a pure, innocent, and cute Elf girl whose gaze is always stuck on you, looking at you and smiling—such a thing is a dream beyond reach for every man. For women, those Elf heartthrobs with unbelievably beautiful faces are also things that only appear in dreams.

But these Elves all had very good personalities. Just like now, during the player duel, a cute-looking Elf stood out somewhat nervously, coughed, and began to recite the terms, saying that death duels were not allowed inside the town and that one needed to apply at the dueling arena, and so on. It made both players stare at that beautiful face and the effort being made, and they were somewhat stunned.

With such beautiful things always by their side, players could work even harder to carry the burden forward. Even seeing the smile such a beautiful girl gave them, or the water she handed them, could make the players' hearts feel sweet.

After all, in this godforsaken world, only the faces of Elf beauties could provide everyone with some comfort.

"... Truly a genius approach."

Sitting in a distant ship cabin, Edward looked at the noisy construction site in the distance and could not help but evaluate it as such.

"It both lets them experience the diversity of the human species and learn about emotions and adaptability, and also lets all players realize the power and beauty they can possess. Everything looks too good. It doesn't look like the real thing."

"What I want is this unreal beauty. People will always give everything for their dreams, including their lives, their wealth, and even everything they exist for. Everyone wants the things they see to become a real beauty. Players are naturally not trash; of course, they will strive for their cause."

"But the vast majority of Elves cannot be distributed to players."

"Five hundred to a thousand or so per month; you always need some lucky ones to show off. Moreover, the number of players is constantly increasing, and you need to give them a hook. The ratio will gradually decrease according to the number of players, but the number of words will grow, so it looks like there is more hope for effort."

"It's just like feeding your own flock. Giving them things that look delicious and very nice, but in the end, what you need is their flesh and everything they have."

"Then what else? Who struggles to survive if not for these things?"

Sitting opposite Edward, the current leader of the Star-Bearer Sect raised an eyebrow.

This newly promoted sect leader was not among the first batch to truly join the Star-Bearer Sect, but he was the most devout fanatic in his faith toward the Star-Bearer. He had reached a level where he could truly sacrifice his life for the Star-Bearer without the slightest hesitation.

He was once a poor soul who had been bullied at school and then bullied by his company. In a fit of rage, he killed the wicked people who bullied him, but he was ultimately sentenced to twenty years in prison. By some twist of fate, he also gained the power to become a player, and while in prison, he became a player in the Antarctic Sector. He drew the "Transformation" ability on his first pull, fought bravely, and eventually became the leader of the sect.

This man was even crazier than Edward had imagined, for he immediately decided to act as a guide for the world, executed the Antarctic Spire Project without hesitation, and coordinated and compressed a series of events and accidents to completely clear the Star-Bearer Sect of any suspicion.

You must know that they were truly hunting those Chaos-tainted individuals in the shadows. When the law forbade it, the Star-Bearer Sect would bypass the law to assassinate those Chaos believers.

Many times they were nearly caught, only to turn danger into safety through the sect leader's maneuvering and actions.

And he finally understood what the Star-Bearer wanted to do, as well as their plans.

"I believe we are very likely in the same universe, and the Star-Bearer Lord is truly living within our universe. It is just that this planet has been sealed, and he currently has no way to transmit signals out."

"……Here we go again?"

"You have received the great grace of the Star-Bearer, so you should truly be thinking for the Star-Bearer, rather than acting like you do now, still thinking you are just an ordinary player, only using your looks and influence to do some trivial things! We are his tentacles, the extension of his will; how can you be so lazy!"

Looking at Edward's impatient appearance, the sect leader wore an expression of "wishing iron could turn into steel," looking at the perfect-looking young girl, wishing he could seize the skin and replace her himself.

Don't misunderstand; the sect leader did not want to become a young girl; he was simply purely jealous of the Divine Grace Mark on Edward's body.

These pale golden patterns were an extension of the Star-Bearer Lord's will. The great entity had once personally descended by her side, turning this former Slaanesh God-Chosen into what she was today. The golden patterns beneath the cracked skin were truly supreme glory to the Star-Bearers.

Everyone wanted a better life, and everyone wanted a more perfect self. Yet Edward had gotten a skin for free and was still so disrespectful to the Star-Bearer Lord, which made the sect leader, who had suffered through much to reach this point, feel exceptionally annoyed and dissatisfied.

However, when it came down to it, this was just jealousy, and he was very clear about that.

So, looking at the disdainful Edward, he just sighed, somewhat stiffly shifted the topic to the other side, and looked at those slow-moving Elves.

"Sigh... forget it, but if that's the case, our blueprint can also advance a step further."

"Mm."

Facing the Elves who were constantly casting seals, making a brick larger and wider as if performing magic, and then instantly expanding it to build a base, Edward also nodded, acknowledging this statement.

"However, if we act this way, there might be strong opposition on our side. I can block a large portion of the noise, but it mainly depends on the speed of your side's actions. The faster, the better; it would be best if we could finalize it directly at Antarctica. As long as we wait until the matter is truly completed, a done deal, then no one will come to denounce us."

"You don't need to worry about that; the Great Work will surely be born. We will eventually punish all the evils in this world, and Chaos will surely vanish without a trace... or something like that, I suppose we can't do that. But even if we can just stop it a little, that is enough."

Watching the stiff and clumsy construction methods of those Elves, the sect leader finished recording the final bit of the construction craft and placed it into a seal.

They were not here to chat; they were here to observe the processing techniques of those Elves.

Once confirmed, they could replicate such architectural miracles in the player world.

By then, the golden Veil would flutter at the South Pole of the player planet, letting everyone witness the miracle from the Star-Bearer. This was what they had to achieve.

All Chaos would scream under the Star-Bearer's Veil by then, and the power and essence of those monsters would involuntarily manifest. By then, the personnel planted in various places would eradicate these malignant tumors entirely in the form of righteous acts or victims fighting back.

Demons and Chaos must absolutely not survive; this was everyone's consensus.

Even if it meant going to such lengths, they had to protect the safety of their homeland. These people had such resolve.

(End of chapter)