Capítulo 1707: Chapter 107: A New Prophecy
Everything has two sides. The Age of No Gods has rid the world of the bothersome clergy, yet the post-traumatic effects of the death of faith continue to brew across the continent.
The Noble Consortium is focused solely on consolidating its ruling position, neglecting the significance of the divine spirits to ordinary people.
The emptiness and confusion within their hearts are quickly exploited by cult organizations; for a while, evil gods are rampant across the continent.
Southeastern Province, Blood Moon County.
Ever since the Hundred-Mile Corridor was cleared, this place has become an important trade route connecting the Alpha Kingdom and the Black Forest Kingdom.
Daily passage of merchant caravans has made this once remote small county flourish.
However, Viscount O’Toole has an eccentricity; he dislikes outsiders entering his family’s stronghold, and the original county city has become a lord’s exclusive domain.
Other than nobles from the Southeastern Province who can enter and exit freely, others must notify first and are mostly not allowed in.
Against this backdrop, Kama Town, thirty miles outside the county city, began to flourish due to its advantageous location, accommodating traveling merchants for rest and supplies. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ⓝovelFire.net
An inconspicuous general store opened in a corner of the town, but the old shopkeeper in charge couldn’t muster any interest.
The fragmentation of the clergy turned them, who were undercover as dark agents in the cult, into wandering spirits and lost souls.
Were it just these, the Skeleton Holy Master would only be delighted. The decaying clergy finally crumbled, and the glory of the Lord of the Dawn would shine upon the world anew.
However, the blood rain from the heavens and the news of the deities’ downfall struck him hard.
Having devoted his life to the Lord of the Dawn, the sudden loss was truly devastating for him.
“Grandpa, it’s time to open the shop!”
Guna said, skipping around.
A dozen years had passed, and the quirky, elfin little girl remained unchanged, as if time had lost its power over her.
But it was all just an appearance; it wasn’t that her body ceased to grow, but rather that her growth had dramatically slowed down.
Unlike before: the once weak and helpless little girl had now become an unmatched strongwoman.
As for Norman, the Skeleton Holy Master, as far as a year ago, he was already no match for his granddaughter.
After the blood rain from the heavens, Guna’s power skyrocketed, directly entering the Sanctuary Territory.
Achieving such formidable cultivation in just over a decade, just talking about it would surely cause a sensation on the entire continent.
The Skeleton Holy Master replied weakly.
With the fall of the Lord of the Dawn, the divine spirit’s glory no longer needed him to reshape, stripping away the drive that kept him moving forward; he felt as though his spirit, energy, and essence had been sapped.
Had he known this day would come, he should have died back in the demon invasion. Picking up a pathetic life to now remain only in torment.
While other cult organizations strove to expand their territories and stir trouble, the decline of the Skeleton Holy Master directly affected the Skeleton Society’s development.
“Grandpa, I’ve noticed something strange. Many soldiers recently returned from the front lines have increased here.
In theory, once their service ended, they should return home to farm, but the training hasn’t stopped.
The nearby lords are all drilling their troops continuously, it seems a war is imminent again!”
Hearing his granddaughter’s complaint, Norman slightly smiled.
“Silly girl, let them wage war, when has the Alpha Kingdom been at peace?”
War is terrifying, but having gone through it many times, one gradually gets used to it.
In recent years, the Skeleton Society has mainly been active in the Alpha Kingdom, Norman long adapted to frequent wars.
In the past, he might have seized the opportunity during wars to expand the Skeleton Society’s strength.
Now, without any goals to strive for, he lost interest in expanding the team.
While suffering setbacks, he gradually understood the world’s true nature.
On the continent of Aslante, the Law of the Jungle is paramount, and with the fall of divine spirits, those with extraordinary power within the noble consortium have become the world’s rulers.
In the war-torn Alpha Kingdom, ironically it serves as the beacon of hope for countless ordinary people.
Due to wartime needs, the Noble Consortium cannot help but empower civilians.
An unseen path of ascension has effectively opened up, although this path is extremely narrow and winding.
However low the probability, as long as the base is large enough, anything is possible.
Even with the most rudimentary cultivation methods, some civilian talents manage to distinguish themselves.
In other countries, they’d be a hidden threat, but in the Alpha Kingdom, they become the military’s backbone, becoming the most “trusted” individuals by noble lords.
This “trust” is entirely based on the war; only due to warfare needs do they focus on nurturing them and absorb them as family servants at the appropriate moment.
The future developments remain unknown. In any case, for the first generation of emerging serfs’ sons and daughters, this attention is enough for them to risk their lives.
It’s only very few naïve nobles who not only fail to value these talents but push them to opposition, ultimately becoming the cult’s burgeoning force.
The core reason for the Skeleton Society’s lack of smooth development is the scarcity of naïve nobles in the Alpha Kingdom.
It’s not that there aren’t fools among the nobility, but the surviving fools are few. In every large-scale war, the first to be eliminated are these fools.
In this land, even playing out the narrative of the child of destiny seeking revenge becomes difficult.
Before they return for glorified vengeance, frequent wars prematurely rid them of their enemies.
Realizing the essence, staying put in the Southeastern Province without moving just proves Norman truly lacks the desire to stir things up.