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Chapter 141: The Ugly Empire
🕑 Added 2022-01-17 21:15:47 +0000 UTCIt’s been a year since Klaman took over. The governors weren’t happy, and many used his takeover to revolt, they weren’t loyal, but it was a convenient excuse. The Young Emperor let them do whatever they wanted as long as they paid taxes and they loved it, garnering a lot of power for themselves; they quickly learned what true power really is.
As an assassin, Klaman is not widely known, so Advisor Kron Yuron is acting as steward, being the face of the changes. Klaman killed the rebellious Governors and had them replaced with loyal and uncorrupted people.
“I’m sorry it had come to this,” Klaman says to the statue of his old friend, the first Emperor. “I’m a patient man, but there’s only so much I can take”
Klaman stands in the memorial hall where statues of all the previous Emperors stand; their golden form forever preserved watching with gems. The first Emperor stands as the greatest of them all but looking back, his sons and grandson were not all that bad either, not compared to the rot that sits on the throne today.
Klaman glances at the statues of the failed, burned black in a mark of shame, a recent addition. For several generations, the line of Empires has stagnated, and his friend’s descendants have lost their ambition.
“We wanted to unite all the lands, and we damn near did so.”
The Empire fell one district at a time. Some due to war, but mostly land was sold off to fund failing policies. The Empire is bankrupt, even now; they can barely afford a standing army, and if it weren’t for Bastion city providing an impenetrable defense, they would have lost even more land. The people have lost faith in the Empire, and crime runs rampant.
“What would you have done, old friend?’ Klaman mutters and sits down in front of the statue, looking at the nameplate. “The Empire is on the verge of collapse, your bloodline has rotted, and the only one who remembers the good times of your rule is not suited to bring those times back.”
Klaman is no politician; he is no leader; he is an assassin; he can only work in the dark, not the light.
“I am looking for a suitable woman who can maybe revitalize your bloodline, but I fear I may have made the criteria is too high. Not many can say they are directly descended from the true Lunaleyan heritage, and those few we do find are ill-suited to be Empress.”
Those with blue hair can call themselves a descendent of the true Lunaleyan heritage, but few know the specific shade of blue is the real determination of that; unfortunately, in the attempt to keep the bloodline ‘pure’ they inbred to the point that they became infertile, dooming the true Lunaleyan heritage. Only the Young Emperor has that trait now.
Klaman will settle with those with blue hair, but they are rare, and finding the few women who are of marriable age, with the right personality to counter the rotted personality of the Emperor, and powerful enough to prove the strength and freshness of their blood is almost impossible to find.
“Perhaps they are right. I am trying to find the perfect candidate when I should focus on the multigenerational option. Instead of trying to fix your bloodline in one generation, I should mold it over a few generations,” Klaman muses.
Unless he can find another who is like his old friend, then the only way to fix his bloodline is to reverse the rot in it, a slow process.
Klaman sighs in resignation. It took many generations to get this bad, and it will take just as many to fix it; if only he had acted sooner, he could have prevented all of this if only he knew then what he knows now.
Klaman stands up and turns to leave, walking past the good emperors than the failed ones. Klaman glances back at this friend’s statue one last time when suddenly he feels the faintest presence of a sensing skill and hears several ‘Tings’ rings off as his [Investigate Senses] levels up.
Klaman only encounters low perceptive pressure once when fighting a scrying specialist Leviathan, but this is far lower than he thought possible; if he hadn’t gotten the breakthrough before, he would have never known he is being watched.
Klaman focuses closer on the perception trying to grasp it and trace it back to its origin. Each thread he finds snaps easily, too fragile for his forceful handling; he will need to be more delicate. He starts over, only barely feeling the perceptive pressure, and slowly starts tracing its direction.
Northeast. Klaman realizes. Normally he will be able to find the exact location, but this is a delicate situation; it won’t be that easy for this master scryer.
However, Klaman won’t get a chance as the perception passes with a quick motion.
“And I just learned how to properly investigate you,” Klaman mutters to himself. “At least I can thank you for the levels; that breakthrough has been neglected for too long.”
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I look around the previously unsearched areas of the Lunaley Island as my primary mind records my mana research in my book.
Chapter twenty-three: The process of spells starts in the mana core in the soul, where the reserves are kept it... The reserves are transformed into mana that makes up a spell and then moves outward, passing through the magic frameworks, which intensifies them should they receive a bonus, then it moves beyond where it is then intensified even more by items, and finally, it surfaces in the body where it is then expelled... Mana can instead be sent through a link before manifestation to be cast at the other end of the link.
As I write the next chapter, I examine one of the cities with one of my minds. The city is at the end of a land bridge that connects the mainland and smaller islands. It is a fortress with huge walls facing out to the land bridge and the waters but with shorter walls facing friendly lands.
Siege weapons stand on top of the walls, massive cannons much like ballistic cannons; a quick inspection reveals that it uses a combination of fire and wind spell crystals. Spell crystals are volatile if broken, which seems to be a substitute for gunpowder. The cannons are clad in steel that is easily as thick as my pinky is long and fire cannonballs fifty centimeters in diameter, making these cannons behemoths with long barrels.
I don’t see any actual guns among soldiers, probably because spells and skills are as good if not better; plus, if you shoot somebody, their endurance and vitality in addition to armor may just make bullets useless there’s a reason why their cannons are so huge. Still, it’s rather impressive that they have the ingenuity to make guns even if they don’t use them outside of ridiculously sized cannons.
I witness several crimes in the small amount of time I observe this city, from simple theft to extortion from the guards and deals made between shady people; it is clear that crime is rampant here.
Other than crime, it is clear that there is a large divide between the rich and the poor, with seemingly few middle-class people. Slaves are sold at auctions, and gangs are fighting for territory. The more I look at the city, the more I am sickened by it; from the unkempt city to the man being mugged, I don’t want to see it anymore; there is nothing I can do for them as I am now.
Tyranny is the rule, not the exception. Safyr’s words echo in my mind. It’s not just in the form of governments oppressing each other too. I am very lucky to have been born among the Runalymo, a peaceful place where community ties are strong.
I move on and hope this city is just an outlier in this kingdom.
Chapter twenty-four: Hyper dense mana is liquid mana, and despite the conventional wisdom of gas turning to liquid, then solid mana operates; differently, the densest being liquid instead of solid... in essence, liquid mana is a mass of particles, and therefore it actually has incredibly strong MM forces even if it defies those forces...
The next city I look at is also settled on a land bridge that leads to another island; it is much like the other city with its walls taller facing the bridge and sea but the similarities and there. There is still slavery, but crime is no where near as prevalent, and the reason why is immediately apparent; gallows are set up everywhere with the still hanging bodies of the executed to serve as an example of what happens to lawbreakers. I don’t know just how strict they are but seeing the people avert their eyes away from the guard patrols and hide at first chance is very telling.
There’s no way the two cities share the same ruler; perhaps they are part of the independent city-states? But the city-states don’t treat their citizens this badly. I move on to see what the next city is like.
Chapter twenty-five: Vitality is a type of non-elemental mana like reserved mana, studies of vitality show that it is not aligned in the same ‘direction’ as the elements; rather, its ‘direction’ is exactly ninety degrees from it... Vitality keeps us animated and alive; it is what keeps our soul in our body. Without it, we die...
The next city is north of the second, a port city with many merchant boats that look to be from other kingdoms. The city has not been maintained, its roads are cracked and broken with missing bricks, houses are in disrepair, and some are nearly falling apart, and its southern gatehouse is collapsed as half of it sunk into the ground from poor soil foundation.
The city shares the same strict laws with gallows set up; however, what I see here are several groups of people talking, meeting together in basements and warehouses, in sewers and alleys. If I had to make a guess, I’d say these people are ready to fight against their oppressors.
Chapter twenty-six: Magic items and people often leave a trace of their mana signature, which can be tracked. One does not need to blindly look for someone if they know what to look for; at the same time, it can also be used to track people who are using means to hide themselves if they do not hide their mana trail... magic and enchanted items will transform a trace amount of mana and leave it behind, this can be used to track them... This can also be used to investigate the usage of spells which can linger for couple hours, even days outside of the Nexus. Spells mana still retain its intensity and other qualities letting a tracker know what kind and how powerful a spell was used, which can lead to important information.
Chapter twenty-nine: The mana particle is made of smaller components which determines its MM force and element... Mana itself is nothing but a collection of its parts kept within a shell of the MM force; its particles are self imprisoning. In other words, mana is what we call the collection of elemental particles and MM particles, but there is more to it; the essences have no physical representation that I know of; it’s simply an identity given to mana. This identity might be in the form of divinity, or it can be something else entirely and how it keeps its identity is a mystery as well...
The next city I look at is south of the third, a massive city with a large palace in the middle, it is the only place that is kept in decent condition, but signs of recent neglect is evident. At least the guards don’t immediately look corrupt, and citizens aren’t cowering away from them, and there seems to be an active effort to fix the neglected areas. Slavery, however, seems to be a massive business here, with the many slave auctions and wagons full of men and women in cages and chains.
Sickened, I move my sights to the palace, where I hope to see less of the unpleasantness. The palace is lavished in wealth; lifesized paintings hang on the wall, mosaic windows lets light in. Expensive-looking pottery and statues decorate the hall, with fluffy rugs lining the floor. It is... ugly, all of it, nothing fits. It’s as if they just bought whatever was most expensive with no mind as to how it all fits together.
Something catches my attention, a man sitting in a room of golden statues, muttering to himself. He is well dressed in mana silken clothes, which compliments his well-trained body; he has clearly seen his fair share of battle. He has short hair, but I can’t see what color it really is. The most alarming thing about him is the amount of void mana he produces. His Bond is obviously void essence and judging by his mana reserves, he the strongest being I’ve seen on the island so far, which includes the Heroic tier Topaz Tree in the Vocana Republic.
Suddenly, my vision is disrupted around him like something broke my perception for a split second, then I feel a tugging sensation and a tickling feeling like a spider crawling up my perception.
Panic sets in as I realize this guy has some weird retaliation ability, and I quickly move my perception away from him.
I let out a breath of relief once I no longer feel his strange skill.
Ting! Sense Magic has met the requirements for a breakthrough and will continue leveling past level 800!
40th Breakthrough: You’ve noticed that you were being traced; this will help you avoid being found.
Ting! Sense Magic has obtained levels 668-694!
That guy is dangerous! I do not dare to [Analyze] him as that effectively shouts “I’m here!” since it requires normal levels of perceptive pressure to use. If he has such a skill and is good enough to track even me, then he must have the skill at a very high level, and his Class bonus is very high. I have no doubt this guy is at least Heroic tier which makes him the first person – other than Kayafe – I’ve seen who is above Grand tier.
I shudder as the memory of something crawling up my perceptive field is still fresh in my mind. My hair stands on end, which makes my tails look extra poofy.
I am safe now; he can’t track me if I am not using my active perception. However, even if I know I am safe, I won’t be poking around that palace any time soon; I do not want to meet that guy in any way!
Comments
Nematrec
"Northeast. Klaman realizes." Should be Northwest
Squirtle
I can't wait for one of her people to congratulate a fat dude with "Congrats on being pregnant!" Also, I believe the answer is no, at least not that we know of. I don't think it came up with Ruluna when they were learning from each other... Though its weird considering Aly knows the difference clearly, so idk. Maybe she'll deal with it later lol.
Sam Tailor
It’s just occurred to me. Has Aly explained hermaphroditism to them? Or males to her own people?
Comiak
Loo-na-lay-an. A-lee-sa-ra. It's inspired by Japanese so each syllable is pronounced.
It'sATap
Do you pronounce Lunaleyans as "Lune-Al-Eans" or "Lune-A-Lay-Ans" ? Also is it Alysara "Al-ee-Sar-a" or "A-Lees-ara"
Squirtle
Aly is 14-15ish She was 11 when she spent 2 years healing her entire people, so she was 13. its been between 1-2 years since then with all the time skips
Falxie
How old is Aly in this chapter? Still 10 or is she 12 already? Kinda young for what the assassin has in mind, no?
Squirtle
No one said he was smart.
Venalitor
"true Lunaleyan heritage" So. . . BS about some long gone leader then, 'cause, uhh, I'm pretty sure Runalymo have more than one hair color and Lunaleyan's are just an offshoot of the Runalymo of 6k years ago.
Jacqui Andronicos
I mean there is an established pattern in the world for tyranny already, and a good reason to avoid it. I think her thoughts on it make perfect sense so far.
Jacqui Andronicos
Glad she noticed and can avoid it in the future! I'm hoping that if he does manage to teleport all the way to her (really far for mana) he is sucked dry of mana from the distance.
Felrook
I second this. It would be incredibly unsatisfying.
DANTE
The empire is a bit cliche, I feel its a bit overused and Aly is slowly turning in to a commie XD
HattmanHendrix
I am interested to see how this pans out
Vangelis Theodoratos
Please dont make it so she has to become empress or she is kidnapped. It is a bit overused I think
