Oversseer System: I Shall Recreate This Civilization
Chapter 30: Holy War (1)

Chapter 30: Holy War (1)

Lucas wasn’t sure if Rhaozhekar would simply follow his orders.

Even though he had used Rhaomak’s data as the foundation for Rhaozhekar’s creation—meaning, in theory, with his own personality and way of thinking, he should achieve the same level of success—shaping one’s character was far more complex.

Factors like belief, social environment, and personal principles played a role.

Was this what they called an ’ego’?

With his ambition alone, Rhaozhekar could surpass even Thyvarun.

Speaking of Thyvarun...

Lucas approached the lifeless body of ’Zhaenova’ lying on the ground.

After Rhaozhekar had been sent back to Antroseda, the body, as if stimulated by some strange force capable of manipulating organic development, began to slowly ’melt’ and reform.

Even the ’heart’ that Lucas had ripped out was pulled back in by an eerie network of red-and-blue muscle fibers.

Through a bizarre, unsettling, and almost repulsive process, the body reshaped itself into a Messenger once more.

That somewhat answered what would happen if I dissected it.

Lucas hadn’t given any specific commands, meaning its form would naturally adjust to match what people expected, desired, or longed to see.

And the only woman who had made a strong impression on Rhaozhekar was the Half-Blood.

Zhaenova was still the granddaughter of Thyvarun and a Half-Blood herself.

Over the past century, Antroseda had become a crowded and diverse ecosystem, making it increasingly difficult to differentiate people—especially with populations spreading across various continents, leading to different physical traits, skin colors, body proportions, and lifestyles.

To ensure this mission’s success, Lucas had equipped Rhaozhekar with something similar to an Evaluation Crystal.

However, instead of measuring magical potential, this one determined a person’s blood purity percentage.

Anyone who scored above 70% had the right to live.

As expected, Rhaozhekar was too shocked to make the first move.

Fortunately, Lucas had a backup plan.

The social developments brought by Antroseda’s various races had significantly increased his reserves of Divine Intervention tokens.

And those tokens had been put to good use.

Before this, four individuals had already undergone Ascension and were given a similar mission.

That was why Lucas called this a Holy War.

This battle would restore the world to its ideal state—once again.

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Ten years had passed since the Holy War began, and the world had changed.

It all started when Sabaoth’s was overthrown by a military general named Mharzmur.

Mharzmur claimed to have visited the infamous floating house and spoken with God.

Interestingly, several others made similar claims.

This phenomenon would later be recorded as the Mass Ascension.

Those who allegedly experienced Ascension and received divine miracles quickly gained followers and became self-proclaimed prophets.

Names like Dhaelzra, Yruvhan, Vaerol, Kaeliath, Lament, Shiradoz, and others surfaced, each claiming to be the true messenger while condemning the rest as false.

And when their followers clashed, conflicts often erupted into war.

National borders blurred or were outright exploited.

Prophets with military or noble backgrounds frequently justified their rebellions as religious crusades.

A terrifying war engulfed nearly the entire continent, eventually leading to the formation of four powerful nations, each ruled by a dominant figure:

Mharzmur, Zhorvaven, Rhaozhekar, and Kaeliath.

Each of them possessed a unique symbol of power, allegedly proof of their miraculous legitimacy.

Their forces were so evenly matched that any conflict merely resulted in senseless casualties without decisive outcomes.

One of them, Zhorvaven, recognized this and proposed a ceasefire.

His background in politics made him a level-headed and decisive leader.

Besides, the ceasefire aligned with his long-term plan—to form an alliance with Kaeliath’s militarily dominant nation.

Not for conquering the other two nations, but to spread their faith across the sea—to the continent of Intayan.

Intayan was, in many ways, inferior to Union.

Union spanned 45 million square kilometers, while Intayan covered only 10 million—less than a quarter of its size.

If Intayan were controlled by just two or three kingdoms, it wouldn’t be surprising.

Realistically, either Zhorvaven or Kaeliath alone could wipe them out.

However, Zhorvaven was cautious—especially since Intayan had isolated itself ever since the Holy War ignited in Union.

Reliable intelligence even suggested that Intayan had unified into a single nation.

On a fateful night, what began as ceasefire negotiations turned into an extensive discussion, leading to an unprecedented decision.

Zhorvaven not only secured Kaeliath’s support but also won over Mharzmur’s insatiable ambition and Rhaozhekar’s war-wearied resolve.

Thus, an alliance was forged under a banner of unity: the Holy Confederation.

Each kingdom took on a specialized role in preparation for the campaign.

Kaeliath’s kingdom focused on military training and magical armament production.

Mharzmur’s realm was responsible for raw materials and manufacturing, from crude resources to finished products.

Rhaozhekar’s people, accustomed to the comforts of the once-thriving Sarr region, handled food and supplies.

Zhorvaven, meanwhile, oversaw intelligence and information.

This decision was met with resistance—especially from Mharzmur, who trusted no one and accused Zhorvaven of manipulating them for personal gain.

Zhorvaven didn’t deny the possibility, but for now, his priority was invading Intayan.

He had already dispatched his most trusted informants.

None had returned.

Just as concerns arose that their plans had been exposed, a survivor finally made it back—in a dire state.

The informant had lost an eye, and one of his legs was twisted in the wrong direction.

He reported that his team had been captured by Intayan’s intelligence forces and tortured for information.

By sheer luck, he had managed to escape—but his comrades’ fates were uncertain.

Before collapsing, the informant revealed key weaknesses in Intayan’s defenses.

One of them was a water gate at the southeastern entrance, commonly used for border guard rotations.

Zhorvaven was skeptical.

The informant had endured extreme torture—what if they were being led into a trap?

To verify, Zhorvaven sent his most trusted aide via a small reconnaissance boat.

The water gate was real.

And it wasn’t heavily guarded.

With that confirmation, Zhorvaven began strategizing.

He mapped out their departure, their route, how their forces would be divided, and at what point the invasion would be deemed a success.

Every detail was planned.

And so, in the year 221 Post-Diaspora, the largest army ever assembled in Antroseda marched toward war.