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Chapter 558 - 558 558 The Vigorous Power of Cultural Invasion

558: Chapter 558: The Vigorous Power of Cultural Invasion 558: Chapter 558: The Vigorous Power of Cultural Invasion “Lately, we’ve all received letters from home, haven’t we?” Ocoro said loudly to the others.

But these people, each one of them dressed in very bizarre outfits, could easily be described as a motley crew of demons.

“We’ve all received them, more than one.

Our families condemn our actions and order us to cease the spread of new art,” one person said, a mix of anger and sorrow on their face.

“I want to know what everyone really thinks of our own actions.”

“Of course, it’s avant-garde.

It’s our own behavior, our pursuit of art.”

“We are the torrent of the new era; the old must be swept into the dustbin of history.”

“Exactly, why should their word be right?

The border nobles have accepted us already, yet these old fogeys insist on clinging to their outdated ways.

Can’t they see that their methods are centuries old?”

“Not just centuries old, probably millennia old.

Those things are the relics of countries that have long since perished.”

Some were seething with rage: “Those countries are long gone, and still we should use their old ways?

I really don’t know if there’s something wrong with their brains, can’t they even see this simple fact?”

The group continued with their condemnations, with none of them thinking they were in the wrong.

Those who had been somewhat uncertain now began to settle down, their eyes growing firm.

Indeed, what they were doing was just; they were the ones in the right.

Surrounded by like-minded individuals, and with mutual reinforcement, they couldn’t see any fault in their actions.

With the help of the Lord of Xuanwu Territory, they had never felt as free as they did now.

Compared to the days of old, those were hardly worth remembering.

As Ocoro saw the atmosphere being stirred up, he was very satisfied: “Good, this is the spirit we need.

We must keep this momentum and completely spread our new art far and wide.”

“Leader, what should we do next?”

“Yes, leader,” the crowd suddenly changed how they addressed Ocoro.

“I am not the leader; Viscount Zhao Guang is the founder of the new art.”

“No, you are our leader, Lord Zhao Guang is our protector, but he is too busy.

We need someone who can devote themselves to the great cause to lead us forward.”

“Right, Ocoro, just accept it, we’re all willing to follow you.”

Seeing so many people fervently behind him, Ocoro had no choice but to accept the title.

“Alright then, I’ll temporarily serve as everyone’s leader.

If in the future, any of you think I am not doing well, then we can elect a new leader,” Ocoro said, and the crowd immediately erupted into cheers at his acceptance.

“So, leader, what should we do next?”

Without a second thought, Ocoro replied, “The nobles in the border regions are more receptive to our new form of art.”

The crowd nodded in agreement; they had all seen that the border nobles were quite fond of it.

At least, the majority of the nobles, although not willing to join them, were very satisfied with this art form.

Many had started engraving things on their armor.

Others painted designs on their bodies.

Not just the men, but the women as well.

It’s only that most people weren’t willing to tattoo themselves permanently because once you get a tattoo, it’s difficult to change later.

It’s better to paint, as it doesn’t get in the way and allows for constant creative expression.

“For the western nobles, we won’t need to spread it ourselves.

Via the Xuanwu Territory’s maritime trade routes, it will naturally be distributed,” said Ocoro.

“I’ll take responsibility for this, I will communicate well with Lord Miller,” someone volunteered.

Ocoro glanced at the person and nodded: “I trust you to handle it well, go boldly.

Our next direction, then, is to the south.

The southern nobles are just as fond of our art form.”

“But there’s a hurdle there, Marquis Coruas, who has consistently been obstructive.”

“So, our enemy is this Marquis Coruas, huh?

I’ve heard he’s quite a stubborn hardliner.”

Ocoro spoke loudly: “No matter how obstinate, they will have to fall before us.

He is now defeated, his prestige not as high as before; this is the perfect opportunity to press him down.”

Suddenly another person spoke up: “Many among us come from Marquis Coruas’s territory; having joined our group, they understand the southern lands better than we do.”

The group’s eyes lit up: “Right, with these people, spreading our new art will be even easier.”

“Excellent, that’s the way.

I’ll immediately present our diplomatic proposals to Marquis Coruas.

If they do not agree, then they can’t blame us for resorting to other means,” said Ocoro.

If official channels don’t work out, then we’ll take the underground route or some other way.

It’s not a military assault, but a cultural invasion, something Marquis Coruas surely can’t excel at.

With their actions, chaos only grew in Marquis Coruas’s territory.

It wasn’t long before all manner of grotesque figures began appearing everywhere.

The timid were scared stiff until they realized what was happening, by which time they had already left Coruas’s land and became refugees.

Meanwhile, those who liked it started joining in droves, including some former opponents.

This was because Coruas had previously forcibly conscripted troops, resulting in many deaths—now there were plenty of dissidents.

Shortly after, these new artists began clashing with Coruas’s armies.

The scale of these conflicts grew larger and more intense.

Undead Mages had not completely left; there were still those who eyed our side covetously.

Now with internal strife as well, Coruas has been at wit’s end during this time.

One day, in a fit of rage, Coruas smashed everything on the table onto the floor.

“Bastards, all of them.

That idiot has even gone this far.”

A new document informed him that the Prince had joined an art group within the territory and become a leader.

The result was that this person publicly spoke out to oppose him, the Marquis.

Does this fool know on whose support he relies now?

Does he even realize who initiated this new art?

Does this idiot understand that the King is opposed to this, that he’s openly defying his own father?

With such actions, how could Coruas redeem himself in the eyes of the King?

Coruas felt his goal becoming more and more distant by the day, trapped in such a predicament.

But he was on the King’s side, having already chosen his allegiance; it was too late for regrets now.