The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 1013: Volume 33 Where to Go - 1 Breakthrough

Chapter 1013: Volume 33 Where to Go Chapter 1 Breakthrough

The early summer on the Blue Continent was always so delightful, with cool breezes mixing with clear sunshine and cascading over the land, making it lush and verdant. Komer stood on the Godeburg City Wall, hands behind his back, lost in thought.

The situation was always so unsatisfactory. The Basarabians had finally relented, and Furina had obviously been swayed by Puber’s grand visions of a territory spanning thousands of miles—the mere distance between the southernmost and northernmost colonies. As for the claim of rich natural resources, sure, the Continent boasted some unheard-of products, but what good were they if even those who brought them back couldn’t figure out their uses?

Regardless, the Basarabians had agreed to this marriage, securing a powerful ally in the West. Komer felt more at ease. There was no reason to worry about the Northern Alliance, but the unpredictable nature of the beastmen made it difficult to assess their intentions. Their current behavior was enough to baffle all mortals who had once feared them like tigers. Beastmen could coexist peacefully and equally with mortals? And they actually did it!

Komer sensed danger. The beastmen’s conciliatory tactics alone were not terrifying, but their newfound awareness was worrisome. Traditionally excluded from the civilized world of mortals, the beastmen, no matter how fierce or hardworking, would ultimately be eroded by the ever-accumulating power of mortal civilization, helplessly retreating back to the vast Mogan Wilderness.

But things had changed now. The beastmen had shifted their strategy, seemingly trying hard to emulate mortal societal structures, from governance and religious beliefs to social customs. They might not have been successful at first, but they persisted and have faced immense difficulties and internal conservative forces. And now they seemed close to success, very close indeed.

Once, Komer had planned how to sabotage the beastmen’s efforts, but after much thought, she abandoned the idea as somewhat naļve. The fierce race of beastmen was more united and far-sighted than the Barbarians, their chieftains more rational. Mortals could not erase them from the Blue Continent; it was an impossibility. Since it couldn’t be done, reality had to be faced, especially now that the beastmen had penetrated deep into mortal lands, intensifying the sense of crisis.

If annihilation wasn’t possible, then assimilation was the only option. In fact, as they strived to imitate mortals, the beastmen were consciously embracing their assimilation. Komer didn’t want to destroy their process of self-assimilation for her own gain, recognizing it as a rare opportunity for all mortals.

The best strategy for assimilation was through spiritual culture, specifically religious beliefs and knowledge dissemination. In this regard, the beastmen were clueless, while the Church of Light and the Church of Dark were keenly aware, each exerting their utmost efforts. Even the Salvation Society seemed to be subtly making moves.

This was the play of true masters. Komer calculated in her mind the profound effects of this subtle influence on the beastmen. When one day they realized they couldn’t live without these aspects of their lives, it would mean they’d fully fallen into the mortal civilization’s spider web, unable to escape. Perhaps they’d even discover that it was mortal civilization that ground down their racial traits, transforming them not into more potent mortals but rather into mortals who were merely stronger.

When had the beastmen become such a beloved novelty? Even Xerob, that fellow, could not sit still, wanting a piece of the action in this battle for faith. How amusing.

In Komer’s memory, beastmen seemed to have their own beliefs, their traditional shaman rituals being their faith. But faced with the onslaught of humanized religious beliefs, Komer doubted the old shamanic ways had a chance. Perhaps a handful of stubborn elders would hold the line, but this no longer mattered in the grand scheme of things.

What should she do? Komer pondered this issue deeply. Nicosia had quieted down. When she had hinted to Zellin that she would welcome Vero with substantial nobility, it allowed the long-suppressed emotions of the Galleians to vent somewhat. But to Renta, this was undoubtedly a provocation. If Komer couldn’t find a suitable way to decisively resolve the conflict, she believed this delicate balance wouldn’t last long.

It was truly vexing. Komer spat out the grass root she had been chewing in her mouth for a long time, lamenting that although there should be a road when one reaches the mountain, she seemed unable to see a way out just yet.

Nicosia had entered a new phase; after integration, it should be time for steady development. Komer found herself lacking passion, whether for Homer or Godeburg; neither seemed to interest her much anymore. Instead, Caucasus and Leon held more allure. It appeared her good old days were gone forever, and it was challenging to experience the same surging enthusiasm as before—a sentiment that seemed to stem from her change in status.

Had her status truly risen to a point where she could disdain everything? Clearly not. Nicosia was still an imperfect nation, with beastmen ensconced in the Northwest, the humiliation of Cartin’s invasion by the Northern Alliance unavenged, domestic disputes over faith escalating, and unfinished business with the Continent and Mist Flower Hills like kites with broken strings—all indicating that the situation was far from calm.

What, then, should she choose as her breakthrough?

Komer stared blankly, wrestling with this challenging problem. On the surface, reclaiming Jazair seemed most urgent, but in reality, it was the most difficult, especially without any apparent weaknesses in the beastmen-occupied area. Any rash military actions would only lead to failure and humiliation, a fact Komer was well aware of.

So who should she choose?

Faith, it could only be faith. If this issue wasn’t resolved, Komer firmly believed that, like a breached dam, it would swiftly undermine her governing foundation. (To be continued. For more Chapters, please visit www.qidian.com. Support the author, support authorized reading!)