Above The Sky
Chapter 267 - 267 254 Preview of the Starry Sky 33

267: Chapter 254: Preview of the Starry Sky (3/3) 267: Chapter 254: Preview of the Starry Sky (3/3) ——Hmm, a foreign world version of Han succeeding Qin’s system.

At first, as Ian listened to Master Gossay’s words, he entertained some lighthearted thoughts.

But the more he heard, the heavier his heart became, until at last, he couldn’t help but sigh, thinking to himself, “Changing the sky and the land is difficult.”

In fact, he had pondered related issues during the days and nights of the past four years.

In this world with extremely strong individual martial power, the foundation of rule might not even be the people, but those ‘Sublimators’…

That’s what production capacity and objective laws would indicate.

The basis of Sublimators comes from either natural ecology or Magical Beast Materials from labyrinths; they don’t need ordinary food, and like Yisen Gard, even consider ordinary food as an ‘impurity’ increasing the chances of mutation.

Now that the transformation of labyrinths had been achieved, which could mass-produce a large amount of basic Demonic Beast Materials, even some High-Level Magical Beast Materials, Sublimators could completely detach from ordinary people and create an entirely new independent ecology.

The reason they do not give up is that the Bloodline Nobility cannot guarantee that all their descendants will be Sublimators.

Ability to inherit doesn’t mean the ability to cultivate, not to mention that bloodline seeds also face the crisis of degradation.

Moreover, new Sublimators emerging from ordinary people are a critically important source of power replenishment for a large organization.

Abrupt abandonment would only lead to the organization being eradicated by others.

In the end, the more people there are, the more just it is.

In a situation of equal strength, the only ones who can defeat a Sublimator are two Sublimators.

How to request, educate, or domesticate this group of Sublimators, making them serve society, the people, and civilization, is the method to forge a great cause on the Terra Continent and realize dreams.

After all, Sublimators are not fools, and are even far smarter than ordinary people.

They can also use tools, develop technology, explore scientific truths, and are not simply brutes wielding mysterious powers—their very existence is the crystallization of the pursuit of truth.

Merely focusing on ordinary people, without turning them into Sublimators, is to fail to leverage Terra’s highest production capabilities.

Not to mention anything else, even piloting Armor Suits would be difficult.

But to transform all of them into Sublimators, not to mention resource problems, would lead to the collective facing the backlash of human desires amplified by power…

and this backlash would be a thousand times more ferocious than on Earth!

On Earth, one person’s power cannot resist the system, but Terra is different…

This is a fundamental difference, different worlds, different civilizations; much historical experience is inapplicable, not to be blindly followed, otherwise, it would be dogmatism.

The true path he needs to find on his own.

Having made up his mind, Ian wasn’t particularly worried about these problems—after all, these are issues that he would need to consider at least after conquering the world, or at the very least after seizing The Empire.

Thinking about it now is actually too premature.

It is easy to understand why Inega II was so unpopular—who would want a Saint to govern everyone by the standards of a Saint?

It’s simple, a Saint can endure simple food, but emperors, crown princes, prime ministers, and scholars among the nobility cannot.

However.

From Hiliard’s story, Ian believed that Inega II should not be such an impatient fellow.

Although the lifespan of Sublimators is not long, it isn’t short either.

Starting from the time he ascended to the throne to become the Tyrant who intimidated the world, let’s count fifty years for him, and then another hundred years.

That time ought to be sufficient for both Inega II and Hiliard, two Fifth Energy Level powerhouses, to take their time, to use a soft knife to cut the meat, without needing to push the entire Sublimator-noble system of The Empire into a corner, forcing them into a desperate fight.

While he was alive, he could definitely achieve his dreams.

Unless…

“There isn’t enough time.”

A flash of insight crossed his mind, and Ian suddenly raised his head, under Master Gossay’s somewhat perplexed gaze, staring at the ceiling of the cabin.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the thick layers of ice and rock, reaching above the ocean and into the starry skies.

In that sparse and dim firmament, something was happening thatalmost all on the Terra Continent could not understand…

Only Stargazing Sorcerers, and those who looked up to the heavens, would take notice.

“The stars are disappearing…

the extraterrestrial life forms that came through the Spark, the many ecosystems being migrated…

the reason why Terra People are developing interstellar technology with all their might…”

“If that could be said to be a time standard, or perhaps a warning…”

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Ian suppressed the sudden urgency in his heart and instead shook his head gently, murmuring to himself, “Now, I have one more reason to go to the Relic Data Library to consult the Pre-Era Civilization Star Chart.”

“The anomalies in the sky must be the reason for Inega II’s urgency.”

As for the fact that his teacher seemed to be rather well-liked…

Ian could see that, too.

Over the past twenty years or so, Hiliard had hardly concealed his identity.

Despite being The Empire’s most wanted, there wasn’t an entire Grand Knight Order ready to capture and imprison him, which clearly indicated that powerful forces were at work behind the scenes.

The annihilation of the previous Knight Order of Inspectorate might have been due to malice against Hiliard, but it was more likely meant to remove the Black King’s influence and replace it with an ‘Imperial Knight Brigade’ loyal to themselves.

But he still couldn’t reveal himself—since Master Gossay did not know about ‘Yinaiga’s Legacy’, he could remain optimistic.

As long as he exposed himself, he would still attract the attention of many significant figures.

After understanding all this, Ian didn’t say much.

Under Master Gossay’s watchful eye, he turned around, opened the door, and left.

“Who would have thought that now even the Imperial Emperor could be considered my senior brother?”

Putting aside those somewhat heavy topics in his heart, Ian tried to amuse himself, “In that case, am I Yisen’s little grandmaster?

Ah, I’ve already played with this seniority joke before.”

He felt quite uplifted—Ian was always optimistic and would find fun for himself.

His interaction with Master Gossay didn’t take too long.

When the young man walked out of the cabin, the team was selecting useful materials from the ships that had run aground on the Ice Abyss, preparing for the next moves.

Alchemical Cannons, any that could be rolled away on wheels were being moved, while most of the cannons were abandoned.

“It seems like a waste, those barrels could be slightly modified, they could potentially be converted into Recoiless Guns or large pressure-boosting cannons.”

After years of studying inscriptions and alchemy, topped with the enhancements and blueprints from the Silver Chip, Ian could see that the discarded cannons were not entirely without value, and with the physical abilities of the Terra People, several sailors could carry a small cannon and run without difficulty, meaning logistics pressure here was different from Earth.

However, just as he was planning to repurpose and modify those weapons while everyone was busy with the material preparations.

An accident occurred.

The accident came from the sky—the blizzard within the Ice Abyss suddenly intensified, making everyone feel it was a harbinger of another attack by Frost Moths and Aberrant Ape-Beasts.

They tensely put down their work and began preparing for battle.

Noisy shouts crisscrossed the camp.

Although order and discipline were quickly restored, it was enough to prove the tension among the people.

Yisen Gard also sent scouts and observers to check the situation, and immediately came to the cabin to protect Master Gossay.

“Ian, this battle…”

He seemed to want to ask Ian about the arrangements for the upcoming fight—unwittingly, Yisen Gard had come to see this peer as truly reliable, on par with Master Gossay.

But the blond young man saw that Ian seemed to be staring up at the sky in a daze.

On his fine features appeared an expression of ‘disbelief’ and ‘astonishment,’ uncommon for the Prophet who usually left nothing to chance…

It could even be called cute.

Puzzled, Yisen Gard also looked up at the sky but saw nothing.

However, Ian reached out his hand towards the sky.

Almost blending into the blizzard, the young man from the White Folks extended his hand as if to touch something tender and fragile.

Then…

A small white ‘Fae,’ resembling a snowflake, materialized out of the blizzard.

Affectionately ‘sitting’ on the young man’s fingertip.