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Chapter 260
🕑 Added 2023-08-11 19:00:06 +0000 UTCChapter 260
Matt, Liz, and Aster relaxed on the couch for close to half an hour before Mara and Leon's pestering finally got Liz to sit up, where she immediately asked, “How did I do?”
Ghost Leon stuck a thumb up at her, and in a ghostly voice, warbled, “Verrrrry gooooood.”
Liz groaned. “Don’t give me that. Please just tell me how I actually did.”
Mara and Leon literally collected themselves, settling back into their normal bodies, and leaned against one another, sharing a glance.
Leon spoke first. “You did well. You took this seriously, didn’t rise to provocations, but didn’t allow anyone to walk over you. Your bearing slipped a few times, but you recovered quickly enough that it shouldn’t impact you too negatively. Your worst mess up was when talking to Silvia Dobrescu, and you inquired as to the status of the Silver Star Shipyard instead of the Star Silver Shipyard, but because you caught yourself, it shouldn’t cast too great of an aspersion on you. It won’t endear Silvia to you any, though.”
Liz groaned at the reminder, sinking into Matt’s shoulder in embarrassment. “That’s going to haunt me for the next century.”
“Or millennia. Herons have long memories.”
“Do they?”
Leon shrugged at Liz’s question.
Mara puffed herself up tired of being ignored, “Though you really should have been harsher with the baby Maniake. He’s gotten far too comfortable with the perception that he’ll be the next Beast King, and you shouldn’t have been so tolerant with him when he was disrespecting you. You need to ensure he won’t think you’re weak.”
Leon cut in with, “Not inherently. As a former Pather, and with the knowledge that she’ll be an Ascender one day, nobody will think that you’re weak. Instead, they’ll remember your restraint when dealing with Dominus and balance that against the demonstrations of power you will need to display to prove yourself as an Ascender. People prefer to work with rulers who aren’t likely to fly off the handle at any moment. You’ll hear far, far worse on a daily basis from your subjects, and the ability to take insults without needing to get the last word in is a good sign that you have the mental fortitude to take it.”
“No,” Mara countered. “Well… the citizen thing is true, but the Maniake isn’t one of them. He’ll just see someone who might be a terror with a spear but can be cowed by a few pointed words. They’ll see someone with incredible power and no will to truly push it when it’s needed. Nobody would have thought badly of you, so long as you didn’t outright assault the Maniake. You should have pushed back harder when he pushed.”
Leon refuted with a shake of his head. “No, that was simply his goal, to demonstrate that even at her Majority party she would descend to insulting her guests, that guest status is no protection from her ill temper. If it is strong words when dealing with a higher-Tier individual, would that be violence for those weaker than her, when less of the Empire is watching? The Maniakes respect all kinds of strength, and that includes strength of character. Dominus was certainly just pushing to see if he could get any level of rise out of her, and the fact she kept her temper evenly meant she passed.”
“She passed, for sure. She passed right by his test to see if he could insult her beyond basic decorum without her contramanding him, to know whether it would be safe for him to speak more negatively about her in other contexts, and simply because he enjoyed it.”
“Uhhhh….” Matt blinked, looking to Liz to see if she was following. She was, and with a contemplative expression on her face.
Mara and Leon stared intensely into one another’s eyes, glaring at each other until sparks of lightning and fire literally flew between them. Then, in just barely imperfect unison, the duo turned to Liz and said, “You did well enough, sweetie.”
“It wasn’t perfect, but that’s fine.” Leon continued.
“You’ll just need to put in more work managing your reputation is all.” Mara bobbed her head like a chicken as she spoke.
“You’ll be your own type of ruler, not your mother, or even me, and that’s perfectly fine. Establishing yourself as imperturbable to insults isn’t a bad reputation to have, so long as you meet other provocations appropriately. Your mother isn't wrong there. Being kind is one thing, but a pushover is another.”
Mara spoke up the moment Leon paused. “Now, that said, we do have more detailed feedback if you want it. Liz, when you first were descending from your entry balcony, your first two steps were out of sync with the music by a quarter-beat. Your third step was fine, but your fourth….”
To Matt’s mild surprise, he and Aster also had their own review sessions in a manner startlingly similar to Luna’s usual post-action debriefs, but in far, far less detail than Liz’s, a fact which suited him just fine. All that he’d really learned from the party was that he did not care for politics and the games of nobles, which put him in the solid supermajority of all historical Ascenders, even those who were nobility by birth.
Something about seeing nobles put so much emphasis on genuinely pointless things, instead of honing their craft or taking care of their people, just did not sit well with Matt. Thankfully, he’d be in the position to completely ignore it in much the same way Duke Waters or Lila Worldwalker had. What was the point of groveling and playing nice to maybe get someone of marginal importance to like you, hoping to gain a ten percent discount on services, when doing so would just cause a different socialite to raise their prices by ten times?
If a sword couldn’t solve your problems, you just weren’t trying hard enough.
Especially when it came to nobles. Basically every time an Ascender and noble house clashed, the Ascender came out on top. Lila Worldwalker had once quite publicly destroyed a noble house which tried to short-change her on a deal they’d made. While she’d supposedly faced some kind of consequence, nobody really knew what it was beyond it being insignificant. Anything short of outright treason, and sometimes not even that, would ever be really punished for an Ascender.
Besides, even on top of being an Ascender, he’d be the one that they come to, asking for mana and services.
So why should he bother with their games?
Still, if Liz wanted to do it, he’d do his best to support her. Even if it meant putting up with a week of utterly unbearable snide comments without a word in response. Given what he was gleaning from Aster’s talk with Mara, she was also interested in exploring her political side, possibly even in succeeding Mara as Beast Queen someday, which he had only thought was a passing comment of hers when she was younger, rather than a serious ambition she was working towards but he would help her as well. Personally he’d try to stay as far removed as he could.
When he turned back in, Mara was trying to get Liz to follow her to work and see what a queen did. “I do have some meetings and the like you could sit in on. They’re all on Hestial, though, so you’d have to come visit me there at some point. It be fun.”
Aster nodded, “Yeah, that would be good. Liz, will you be coming?”
Liz huffed, “I do not want to sit in more meetings if I can help it. Dad, do you have anything that you’re up to?”
“Hmm, well I do have some award ceremonies coming up, and a few dukes I need to knock around, but nothing in your Tier range. If anything comes up, I’ll let you know.”
As the discussion seemed to be coming to an end, Matt finally spoke up. “So what did Luna want?”
Mara and Leon looked awkward, but not in the normal way they hammed up for them when they were joking around. Instead, they seemed genuinely uncomfortable. Seeing that, Matt was going to apologize, but Leon shrugged and spoke before he could. “It's nothing you won't find out sooner than later, but Frederic and Emmanuel were working on something to solve your mana concentration issue, and they have a working prototype. Luna isn’t happy, because if it doesn’t work then it will waste your Tier 18 potion, but they also need to test it on you before Tier 20, when even a Tier 45 potion wouldn’t be strong enough for a full concentration.”
Matt cocked his head as he mulled over the implications. He had no real idea how hard something like that would be, but it sounded impressive. Given that both Frederic and Emmanuel had worked together on this, each of them having basically incalculable amounts of wealth available to them, and only had a prototype ready after what was presumably several decades of work indicated that it probably was very hard.
Then again, he was dealing with immortal timescales now, and a few decades was nothing compared to research projects that had started thousands of years ago and were still ongoing. So maybe it wasn’t that hard, and just nobody had ever tried figuring out how to concentrate millions or billions of mana all at once before?
Well, it didn’t really matter to him. He was just thankful that they had been working on something for him all this time, and it sounded like they’d been working hard at it. He was also quite curious about how they had accomplished something that he thought would be impossible, but maybe he could find out when he was there.
He also knew Luna, and she would be mad at even the barest chance of something going wrong that would prevent him from attaining his full mana concentration out of a Tier. So her yelling at Mara and Leon made a lot more sense when looked at through that lens.
Still, as Matt let the idea that his mana concentration issues might be solved in the near future sink in, he felt a rush of anticipation and quickly asked, “When will it be ready? Is it ready now?”
Mara shook her head. “Not that quickly, give it a few months. They want to run some final checks on all the equipment before you step into it.”
With the mental image of stepping into something, Matt got the idea of a giant device like a sleeping pod that would protect him as massive energies swirled around and into him.
He was so excited that all his frustration and tiredness from the party vanished, and he was ready to go. Even the wait of a few months didn’t seem that far away.
Liz pulled him back into the couch, and he sank back even though his mind was racing and demanded they relax for a little bit longer which Matt was more than happy to do.
With the majority party finished, the three of them had a few days to themselves, and after putting on disguises, they went traipsing through the planet-wide city, hitting as many tourist spots and hidden locales they could find or be directed to by any of the higher Tiers they knew.
Luna suggested they go to a cafe that specialized in drinks and had mundane animals roaming around. Or at least, Matt thought they were mundane animals. They felt mundane, but Luna, in her cat form, could have fit in perfectly with no one the wiser. Was the calico cat that curled up on his lap a normal cat, or a Tier 25 in disguise? Matt had no idea, and that had him on edge the entire time. In stark contrast to his feelings Liz calmly sipped her tea and read a book she had grabbed from their room’s library while two cats played chase around and through her legs. Aster was even a sleeping pile of floof, having played with the cafe’s animals in her fox form until she’d tired them out. How she was able to relax like that he had no idea, but he wished he could copy her because he was getting wound up so tight he might spring a leak.
Mara suggested they go to a spa that catered to lower Tiers, and the three of them were treated to an entire day's worth of massages, rubs, and treatments, which left them all feeling listless which helped Matt relax after the cafe fiasco.
Leon’s favorite spot was a Tier 5 area dive bar that had awful beer, but was something of a hidden gem for up-and-coming stand-up comedians. A few of the sets were so funny, Matt was glad he didn’t need to breathe with how hard he was laughing and he immediately put the place on his "to visit again" list.
Kurt’s suggestion turned out to be Matt's favorite, and was an immortal’s establishment that had live music and an endless amount of dishes they served to everyone who sat around listening. The food itself wasn’t anything truly special, but each dish seemed to be carefully matched with the set the singer was singing, which turned the experience into something truly unique.
Sadly they eventually needed to return to the real world, and that meant going to various parties, events, galas, and more, all of which were dull at best for Matt. But Aster and Liz were happy to wine and dine along with the other nobles, which left him mostly tagging along.
He even looked into Chuck and his family, and got something of a reality check. While personally abrasive, the Longspears were very solidly in Rusty’s faction of nobles, and notably patriotic in their donations to the war effort. Chuck himself had a number of public screeds elevating the dignity and righteousness of the Empire over the depravity of every other Great Power. Just because Chuck didn’t like him didn’t make them evil traitors.
Thankfully there were some fun events he actually enjoyed going to, but all paled in comparison to the mana concentration project.
With some pestering of his in-laws, he was able to get his introduction to the project moved up to just a month away.
Even Liz and Aster pulled themselves away from their projects with the noble families to accompany him. When they arrived, Luna was already there and shot a glare at Mara and Leon, who pretended not to notice before she turned to Matt.
“If you don't feel comfortable with this, you can always decline.”
Luna’s initial statement didn’t make Matt feel particularly confident in whatever this was. As if to refute her statement, Frederic walked out of the building with a smile on his face. “Now Luna, you’ve seen the results of the tests. Matthew won’t be harmed. At worst, he simply won’t gain any additional benefits. That’s no reason for alarm.”
Matt took the proffered hand and nodded to the Royal as he asked, “I hear you and the Emperor were working on this jointly. I’d like to thank you for that.”
Frederic’s smile turned a little more sincere as he nodded. “I won’t be modest, it was my team that had the idea that actually worked, or at least what got us started. But let us enter the secure room so we can talk more freely.”
As they passed through layers of security, Matt felt his spirit and Concept compressed more and more. Even Frederic’s presence seemed to soften, as the passive influence that the man’s Domain and his high-Tier presence had on the world around him was suppressed.
Now that they were in the secure area, Matt turned to Frederic, who gestured off to the side where there was a fragment of a formation on the wall. Matt couldn’t tell if it was there for study or just a decoration with its semi-out of placement. “So?”
Matt's questioning statement caused Frederic to nod. “This is where we first got our idea for the project that ended up working. What do you know of the Glorious Everlasting Kingdom of Prosperity and how they handled failed successors?”
When even Liz shook her head, Frederic explained, “To make a long story short, they used one of these formations to forcefully concentrate someone's mana to the point they had only a few dozen mana left, with terrible efficiency. It was enough to cripple anyone who couldn’t undergo an Inspiration or find someone to carry them through getting a new Tier— which, as you can imagine, was unlikely for a political prisoner. We took what we could from one of those and repurposed a lot of the background principles. I’d love to say that my teams are the main contributors, but once my team and the Emperor's teams merged, they have been doing a lot of the heavy lifting.”
Luna cut in as Frederic was turning to the center of the room. “Repurposed is what I have an issue with.” Turning to Matt, she flicked an eye at the center of the room where a cloth sheet covered something. “The device takes too much from its predecessor for my taste. While it won't cripple your spirit, your spirit will be stressed to the limit. You also will need to take a specially prepared potion which will allow the formation to not just lower your mana to zero with no appreciable gains.”
Frederic seemed a little disgruntled, but nodded. “‘Repurposed’ is perhaps something of an over-dramatic term. Everything has been rebuilt from the ground up, and on something of a different base principle. It doesn’t forcibly re-assign any cultivation essence like the first did, but instead acts to enhance the power of a specially prepared mana concentration potion. And, as it ever so conveniently happened to be, we were looking for an appropriate reward to give you for your valorous actions at Ventillyria. Given your prior history and demonstrated interest in magical research projects, being given an opportunity to tour an ongoing research project and ask some questions of the researchers was deemed adequate. Once there, you were presented with the option of actually being able to participate in the project, albeit as a test subject. Quite convenient, isn’t it?”
Matt’s eyebrow crept upwards, “And that’s allowed by the Path rules?”
Fredric just grinned, “But of course. After all, this is a fairly new research project, only started a few decades ago. That’s not a lot of time for any form of radical new super-soldier project to get any level of traction, and it’s not as though this was created specifically to bolster your mana concentration to an incredible degree. That’s far too high a cost to begin for just any Pather at Tier 10. That it suits your need so well is a simple coincidence.”
“Now, I will say, it is quite hard on the spirit, almost by necessity. The limit for how much the potion can be empowered is based on how much strain your spirit can take, and it will push you to your absolute limits to maximize that empowerment. We have healers on standby, and I won’t hide that there still exists some danger, but the most likely outcome is simply a miserable week or two while you recover.”
Liz stepped forward as Matt was going to agree to the procedure and asked. “And why exactly are we doing this now, and not at Tier 19 when Matt needs an extra boost? More time to work on it seems like a good thing.”
Frederic nodded slightly, but it was clear he was only acknowledging her statement, not agreeing with it. “Perhaps, but the machine does work, and it is acceptably safe. But, we aren’t wholly confident that it will work on Matthew the way we want. We haven’t had any test subjects unable to cultivate mana as a result of their Talent, and it’s possible that the way the formation works will contest with Matthew’s Talent directly. If that happens, we need time to adjust it so that it could work on him by the time he needs it. As best as we can tell, it should work just fine, but there’s no substitute for an actual test. Even the best predictions can still miss things, after all. Emmanuel himself has checked things over, if that makes you feel better.”
Matt patted Liz on the back, and followed a passing lab assistant into a side room, where he changed into a fairly advanced ritual outfit. It was a tight-fitting and uncomfortable garment utterly packed with embroidered runes and shimmering with layers of enchantments, adorned with metallic accessories to complete the look.
From there, he was brought into the ritual chamber, and the sight took his breath away. A crystal sphere floated in the middle of the room, with metallic rings surrounding and orbiting it. What looked to be miniature suns circled near the ceiling, and a mosaic of metal and stone composed the floor beneath it while runestones drifted by in some pattern that defied easy comprehension. It started to give him a headache as he tried to trace the patterns. Beyond that, the entire room hummed with energy, both physically and magically, and the currents of mana in the room were stronger than anything he’d ever felt, even when Luna herself was trying to dispel his spells. He couldn’t even properly sense them or see them, as if he was trying to perceive the far limits of an ocean while face-down in the sand.
Matt was handed a mint-green potion both opaque and transparent, filled with ribbonlike swirls of dark color undulating in a way that his senses couldn’t quite follow, morphing beyond the spatial dimensions he could comprehend. At times, they almost seemed to coil into words, or at least runes that seemed to represent entire words. But he couldn’t identify any of them, no matter how hard he tried to grasp their ephemeral forms.
“So how does this work, exactly?”
One of the researchers spoke up, her nametag identifying her as Geneva. “Exactly? We’d be here for decades if you want to know exactly. We’re currently in the middle of some of our start-up routines. In a few minutes, we’ll have you stand in the focal sphere, and once the time comes, we’ll signal for you to drink the potion. It’s important that you down the entire thing at once at exactly the right time, so the bottle you’re holding is edible. Just swallow the entire thing, and let it work its magic. It’s best if you stay relaxed, so avoid tensing your spirit if you can help it. Do try to stay conscious, though. The recovery is easier if you don’t pass out.”
Matt eyed the bottle warily. It was a bit big to comfortably swallow whole, but he could manage. “Okay. Anything else I should know?”
“Not especially. If you could stand in this circle? We need to get a few final calibrations from your suit.”
After a couple minutes of magical prodding, Matt was given the go-ahead to take his place.
Given his magic was basically unusable against the impossibly strong currents, and his Concept was utterly useless for flight at the moment, Matt simply jumped into the crystal sphere meant for him. Some of the timing was a little tricky with all of the flying pieces of metal and stone filling the room, but at Tier 18, it was still trivial to jump the twenty-odd feet. He sank into the crystal without resistance, and once inside, he found himself automatically floating towards the center. As the magic around him grew to a crescendo, Matt saw his signal to take his potion.
Downing the bottle, he was almost surprised by the pleasant taste, but he wasn’t able to enjoy it with the spirit-tearing pain that immediately ripped through him.
All of the unimaginably powerful torrents of mana permeating the room suddenly focused on him. Where before they were benign and transient, passing through him with next to no effect, now it was an unbearable crushing pressure against his very spirit. His mana flared out, but was blown back like it was an errant piece of paper in the breeze. He fought his urge to tense, to defend against the attack, and only partially succeeded, which increased the pain he was feeling.
Still, Matt was nothing if not stubborn, and despite the pain wracking his body and spirit, he clung diligently to awareness. Loosely, he was aware of the formation compressing his mana, the normal sharp pain accompanying it essentially nonexistent compared to everything else.
For what felt like an eternity Matt resisted as he was at the center of the mana vortex which kept crushing down upon him.
An impossible weight pressing down.
Matt did what he did best.
He pushed back.
No matter the obstacle, the trial, the tribulations he encountered in his life, he resisted, and this was no different.
Even at the center of the device, with his spirit nearly being torn to shreds, Matt accepted the situation and resisted with everything he had. He was the center of a lot of fights and this wasn’t so different.
As seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours, and hours to days, Matt kept the thought that he needed to push through firmly in the center of his mind. It was all he had and all he was for what felt like an eternity, but it ended eventually.
Even when the pain eventually lessened, it didn’t stop. He felt like he had used [Cracked Mana Spear] for a full hour past the point he should have.
He was loosely aware of someone grabbing him, carrying him somewhere else, and he opened his eyes to find himself being held by Liz. She said something that he didn’t quite catch, then set him down in a blissfully comfortable chair.
A few healing spells later, Matt’s bodily sensations had returned, leaving him only with the vague feeling of his spirit having been crushed by a spaceship. With the increased awareness came the realization that his chair was surrounded by diagnostic tools, more akin to a hospital bed than a normal recliner. It was a modified medical bed, and he was being scanned while the healers were running various tests.
For the frown on Mara and Leon's face, Frederic, the researchers, and even Luna had relieved and happy expressions.
Frederic turned to Matt and smiled. “A perfect success from everything we can see. Try refilling your mana please.”
While he would have much rather used his house’s mana stone- the bond he shared with it meant its mana concentration automatically increased when his did- it was still back at their suite in Mara and Leon’s house. Instead, he had a rechargeable mana stone already mostly attuned to him, and after a few minutes to get it used to his new concentration, he began to fill it like he had so long ago when he was a low Tier.
Except, nothing happened for a long moment. If Matt didn’t intricately know his own Talent and how it worked, he would have started worrying about his mana pool being permanently broken, but he could feel he was producing mana, just an astronomically small amount. It seemed like his total mana pool had been reduced well past the 0.1 units of mana which the potions normally took him to.
After what felt like forever he was able to bootstrap himself back to his normal 327,680 and he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. The testing showed the potion and formation worked beautifully, and provided nearly twice as much mana concentration as the usual potion would have.
“Is there no way I can go in again? I know we can't use the potion again, but can we use it without the potion? You said the original was like that?”
Mara opened her mouth, but Frederic spoke first. “While I love the enthusiasm, that would be inadvisable with the current iteration. The potion helps mitigate a large portion of the damage to your spirit. We can look into non potion uses of the formation, but the current iteration of the design can't work without it. Besides, you don't really have time for your spirit to recover on The Path to maximize the concentrations in each Tier, and neither do I think you need to. You can make up the difference when you are Tier 25, and have time to sit at a Tier for a while. In a hundred years, I’m sure the team can refine the device quite a lot, and possibly create a potion that can be used twice, or some kind of formation that doesn't need a potion. Even if it's less efficient per use and amount of spiritual strain. For now, that isn't a possibility.”
Matt nodded to that as he started answering the questions of the researchers present. There were only a dozen of them, and he had been assured they were trusted and vetted by the Emperor himself, so he happily answered any questions as they took copious notes and readings of his body.
While they didn’t focus on his mana generation, he could see the interest burning in their eyes, and so he happily told them about some of the modifications he had done to runes and other ways he abused his Talent. Getting these people on his side would create a fantastic core team for his guild, even if he didn’t mention the guild in particular, just some of his ideas about how to use his mana to help everyone.
He might not have taken to the noble doublespeak lessons, but he knew enough to slowly reel the researchers in instead of putting out an offer immediately.
Still, it was an enlightening conversation to hear them talk about their work and ideas, even if he couldn't understand most of it. When he looked at the plans, they actually knocked him out for almost a full ten minutes, and when he woke up, he couldn't even remember what he had seen. That signaled the end, as Mara and Leon politely but firmly put their feet down and insisted the team had done enough tests, and they were going home.
Under normal circumstances, Matt would have protested, but given how utterly exhausted he was, all he really wanted was to crawl into bed for a good day or twelve of sleep.
Even as he slipped into the impossibly comfortable bed, his mind raced at the opportunities this opened up for him. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but as the researchers said, this was very much version one of their formation, and he could expect improvements with each time he used it and gave them more data to work off of.
That opened him up to other ideas for his Intent and his mind raced even as he started to slip into sleep.
Possibilities. So many possibilities.
***
Geneva looked out to where the young man left the room, followed by two royals and an incredibly famous, sometimes infamous, manager.
King Frederic looked at her the moment the door shut, and there was a hardness in his eyes. “I hope you and your team now better understand why this project is top secret.”
Geneva nodded even as she felt some of her fellows growing nervous. Clearly, they were thinking they were going to be killed to keep this information under lock and key, but Geneva knew the Emperor better than that. As long as they kept their mouths shut, they would be fine. She could also foresee a massive increase in security for the coming decades, but that was hardly a passing thought for her.
All she could focus on was the reward for this job: any project she wished to work on would be fully funded. It would only be for a single project, but the budget in treasures, labor, and mana for a proper project could verge on the incomprehensible.
Geneva had thought that was an idle promise at the time, but seeing the boy's Talent and his mana returning from a fraction of a single unit of mana to hundreds of thousands of mana over the course of an hour, she now knew that promise was sincere. That was amazing enough, but given the boy’s mana output would grow to even more staggering heights, she might have been dreaming too small.
She was just contemplating which of the fanciful projects she had only dreamt of when it felt like the world was going to collapse around her, and she turned to see the Emperor standing next to Alice.
His voice was calm as he said, “I’m sorry, but I can't let you do that.”
Even as Alice started to tremble and started to apologize, the Tier 50 shook his head. “Even a fleeting thought of selling the information about Matthew can not be allowed, as there was a chance you would have acted on it. I won’t kill you, but I will be putting you in a more secure facility until there is no danger from the leak.”
As everyone processed that, the Emperor added, “Do be sure that none of you attempt to use any form of communication other than the official channels as I will be watching and there will be no second chances.”
Before any could do anything, even agree, The Emperor and Alice were both gone like they had never been there.
Geneva shook her head at the foolishness. Alice was smart, but apparently, her greed was larger than her work. What need was there for monetary wealth at their Tier when even a single research project could cost trillions of mana, and getting that funding meant selling your inventions to the highest bidder?
Even funding for a single research project was fleeting compared to the goodwill she might earn from exemplary service on a project that most of this generation of royals had a large stake in. Finding an in with Matthew, solving a problem he had and forming a connection while he was young, was an added bonus that she would be able to leverage to fund even more research.
Best of all, the kid seemed genuinely interested in their work, and his own comments about formation and enchanting showed he had a foundation in the sciences.
Maybe he’d make a guild if he didn’t, he might intend to make a noble research group through his connection with Queen Mara and King Leon. Guilds were better, as they offered more freedom for their members, but she’d happily sign a restrictive research contract for dedicated access to twenty-eight billion mana a day. Even in her wildest dreams, she wouldn't have imagined a mana budget that large, but she was sure her fantasies would be full of ideas in the coming years.
Even as she listened to King Frederic, she was already starting to plan out the next series of refinements to the formation, just as she was planning what project she wanted to focus on in the future.
The possibilities seemed… endless.
Comments
Alex
Idk... I would also think about selling the info. I would never do it, but I would think about how stupid it would be. Analyzing all possible actions from a purely theoretical standpoint. Go through the thoughts, imagine myself with money but also feeling guilty as hell and always scared that I will be found out and killed for punishment. Totally Not worth it, but I find it difficult to believe that only one person had intrusive thoughts. Maybe she was the only one to actually consider it in her thoughts? Well, keeping her in a secure facility for a few centuries is reasonable I guess. Better not risk anything. As long as the secure facility has some amenities and stuff to do for her instead of just being a box or sth.
Jonathan Campbell
I LOVE IT! I had a small epiphany at the end of the chapter, I find myself constantly trying to speculate in my own mind about possible ways a story I love will go. In this case it's a suspicion that I MIGHT have an idea of what Matt's full Domain phrase will be once he has his Intent and Aspect. Obviously we already know that his Concept is "I am endless." I think that the Intent and Aspect will be "I am all" and "I am Infinite!" Although even if I'm wrong I still can't hardly wait for more!
Eidetic Eidolon
Not to even mention that eventually, hopefully, we get to see them ascend and tackle the next realm. Like any good Xianxia, there's always another mountain.
Jesse Bruce
Great chapter. Im glad to see them progressing through the tiers quickly. Too often these kinds of cultivation stories get bogged down at low to mid tiers. The end just gets farther and farther away and i find myself caring less about the little and "super-important" things that lurk around every narrative corner.
Frardowin
Edit: NM I read your entire comment and the part about scaling back
Anime Problem
This machine once they can down scale it will be amazing for the empire. People would literally only have to put essence into their mana pool and not mana concentration increasing the average amount of mana per person and the average density the only reason this can't be used for lower tiers is because of how spiritually strenuous it is and how much it compresses which is necessary for Matt however down scaling this to be less powerful would be much simpler because you'd need significantly less mana concentration and much smaller formations and they're currently working on the spiritual strain portion so while it would definitely nor be available for everyone this could be something you could pay for and tune your concentration to a specific level because of just how much more effective this is than potions you could chose a specific mana concentration level and have a team concentrate your mana to that very specific level
