I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 864 - 864 863. comprador

Chapter 864: 863. comprador Chapter 864: 863. comprador For the people of Utopia, the Wasteland was dangerous.

If one couldn’t understand what evil was, then survival in the Wasteland was very difficult.

The Explorers who had experienced the fairness, justice, and transparency of Utopia were at a loss when they arrived on the unfair, unjust, and opaque terrain of the Wasteland.

Of course, the nature of Utopia meant that anyone wishing to invade this city-state also had to abide by its Rules, which in turn would make them members of Utopia, nullifying the concept of an invasion.

Even a Saint had to be bound by the Rules of the city, and this was the reason Utopia would never fall.

Just as Plato had mentioned before, even if the choices of the populace led to their own destruction, as long as those choices were within the rules allowed by Utopia, they could not be stopped.

Because there will always be successors who step in here and continue to enact the perfect justice of Utopia.

The city was immortal, even though its inhabitants might all die out.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban couldn’t help feeling that Utopia and the bizarre entities of his world were not much different after all.

“Do you not violate the rules of Utopia by telling us these things?”

Feng Yu suddenly asked, since what Hippocrates had just said seemed to tarnish the reputation of Utopia—it was hard to ensure that the city truly allowed such statements to exist.

“Rest assured, freedom of speech is also one of the Rules of Utopia, as long as there is no false accusation or rumor-mongering, as long as it is the truth, then even the Saints can’t stop one from speaking, so, this also proves that what I just said is the truth.”

Hippocrates replied with a smile.

“But telling only half the truth can also turn it into a lie.”

Feng Yu responded sharply.

“What you just said could indeed be true, but there might also be additional information we don’t know about, making the true situation vastly different from what you’ve described.”

The existence of the Council of Elders made Feng Yu and Lu Ban understand that the Rules of Utopia were not invulnerable—as long as there was enough explanation and motive, it was possible to circumvent some of the rules.

Of course, such behavior had to be beneficial for Utopia, since actions seeking to exploit loopholes to the detriment of the city would likely be met with swift retribution.

Hippocrates’s words were also beneficial to “Utopia,” and therefore, they wouldn’t be considered harmful to the city.

“Even so, if you wish to have someone from the Academy become the next Saint, cooperating with me is the best choice, isn’t it?”

Hippocrates’s lips curled up as he spoke.

In Utopia, plots and schemes were rendered completely transparent under the harsh sunlight, and only overt strategies were the best option.

As Hippocrates had said, it would be difficult for the Academy to secure a victory in the upcoming election by conventional means; only by stepping outside the Rules of Utopia was there a glimmer of hope.

“What do we need to do?”

Lu Ban, who had been silent until now, asked.

“To my knowledge, in recent years, many traveling merchants who came to Utopia have stayed here. They support the Yellow Sand Brotherhood from behind. Although this is in accordance with the Rules of Utopia, subtly, many members of the Yellow Sand Brotherhood have already leaned towards those foreign merchants.”

Instead of directly answering Lu Ban’s question, Hippocrates gestured with his eyes towards a group of well-dressed youths, among whom a woman who appeared to be in her thirties clearly seemed to be a Saint.

“For these people, Utopia is a rather prime market, and it would be best if they could simply linger on, relying solely on the resources brought by the traveling merchants, while their wealth is extorted.”

“I know this, compradors.”

Lu Ban was well aware of this behavior. In modern times, it was more common to plunder wealth through commodity dumping rather than forceful looting. Since the opponents would be bound by the rules once they entered Utopia, it was simply better to treat it like a colony, a place to sell goods, and to fish sustainably until they were exhausted.

“Compradors?”

Hippocrates wasn’t very clear about Lu Ban’s meaning, but he still gestured towards another group of people.

They were a few men who looked to be in their early twenties, with sun-bronzed skin and exposing strong muscles, clearly warriors by look.

One of them was indeed the person Lu Ban had seen debating in the square during the day, presumably a member of the Wild Wolf Guard.

“Although the Wild Wolf Guard does not currently show any signs of communicating with the outside world, their main stance is to maintain the status quo of Utopia, to remain insular. Only in this way can their significance be highlighted. Yet by being mired in this situation, one day this place will change rulers, falling into the hands of a more powerful city-state,”

Hippocrates said in a low voice.

Compared to the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, the Wild Wolf Guard was relatively short-sighted. They probably didn’t mean any harm to Utopia, but their isolationist actions would ultimately lead to dire consequences.

“As for the Yellow Sand Council, their stance is too rigid. Utopia is not suited for war with other city-states. Our Transcendents would suffer heavy casualties in warfare, and even the city itself would be plundered.”

Hippocrates then pointed towards a group of children who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. Though young, their eyes already bore a defiant temperament that instilled fear. Still, it was easy to associate their recklessness with ignorance, since it was normal for children who were not fully mature to think of countering violence with violence.

“According to what you’ve said, you’re indeed not suited for direct conflict with other city-states, at least not for now.”

Lu Ban agreed.

“So, I think we should go out and explore the world, find what we need from the relics of the old age of civilization, and rejuvenate the world. Only then, might the people of this city truly see an end to the childhood period.”

Hippocrates sighed.

The lifespan of people in the Wasteland is too short, leaving little room for knowledge to be passed on. Many die before experiencing much, causing a stagnation in the development of civilization. To solve these problems, either an external force is needed to accelerate the pace of civilization’s development, or a cure for the crystal core disease must be found.

For Hippocrates, the answer to both methods was hidden in the Promised Land, buried within those relics.

“That’s quite persuasive.”

Feng Yu remarked.

“What you need to do is to find the flaws in these three factions, strip them of their justness. Once the stances of these forces are deemed harmful to Utopia, they will naturally lose their eligibility for election.”

Hippocrates concluded.

“You mean, use the rules of Utopia to exclude them?”

Lu Ban thought for a moment, this coincided with what he had to do. If the academy was the faction he needed to support, then the involvement of other Chosen by Gods in other factions was inevitable, and harmful scenarios to Utopia were bound to arise.

“Exactly, and currently, the Yellow Sand Brotherhood, who has entanglements with the outside, seems to be the easiest to defeat.”

Hippocrates’s gaze turned sharp.

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