Youths didn't know what it felt like to be worried. Roxia wondered if he could be considered a youth. However, he was already used to having worries that never decreased.
"This is so troublesome. Even something like this can involve me …"
Originally, Seiji had intended to immediately return to Ansorenne to start a new round of work. His colleague's situation had given him quite a bit of pressure. However, he didn't expect that Feng En's situation would involve him.
"Go and communicate with the Titan faction in the Harlet Wastelands. Ask them about their attitude, as well as what's the situation with the Titan faction in Savi Bay."
In a way, this was an incredibly difficult task. Rorschach had even asked for it himself.
If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to attract the Mage Country's attention to the Harlet Wastelands, repeatedly mentioning that the Titan faction was in that area and that he had a way to communicate with them, the Mage Country wouldn't have immediately thought of asking him about the situation when something happened to the Titan faction.
In the past, Seiji had been able to feed himself and not starve himself. However, since he was now part of the Mage Country's system and enjoyed the system's benefits and resources, it was impossible for him to refuse a task that only he could complete.
Not only that, the Truth Symposium even asked him for a report regarding the "mythical story" that Titan had mentioned. It was about several major factions fighting against the Titan faction.
Rorschach told the Truth Symposium everything. He even repeatedly emphasized that his natural talent ability would be at a disadvantage against the Titan faction, and that the information he obtained might not be true.
However, the Truth Symposium's higher-ups wouldn't take this seriously to begin with. After all, even if a one-sided story, especially one from an enemy faction, wasn't a lie, the bias caused by subjectivity and personal bias would outweigh any lies.
After all this, Rorschach's burden became much heavier. However, through special channels, Rorschach learned that the Truth Symposium was now paying much more attention to him and his project.
"Why? Didn't I get off to a bad start as well? "
"Happiness is measured by comparison. There's no need to talk about Feng En. Everyone knows that he's unlucky, but nobody will speak up for him. The other two groups also have a lot of trouble, and you're the only one with results. Yep, that's the most important thing. We, the Truth Symposium's members, also need to give our trusted mentor an explanation. We've invested so many resources into this project. No matter how small the results are, at least give us something to look forward to... "
A Truth Symposium with Rorschach was that. However, it would be strange if he didn't feel pressured when he knew that the Truth Symposium's main group..
. Also, the Truth was, the Truth Symposium's attention... Perhaps it was better if they interfered, then he would have a chance to throw ''s.......... to be, the Truth's to interfere..... be........ to' '' ''s''t..... to..
But before that …
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.. After returning to the Land of Dreams, Rorschach greeted the mercenaries, the Northlanders, and the Undead Lords who were almost permanent residents. Then, he began his daily work of planting towers.
Although Rorschach left, he didn't neglect his work here. According to the orders he left behind, the natives were still continuously expanding the "mage towers" and making the "deep underground magic network" even larger. They kept adding more and more support points.
What Rorschach wanted to do was to activate these support points one by one and leave his own life force and spiritual power characteristics in them. He wanted to become the master of this "Forest of Life."
If he breathed, the entire world would be filled with life.
If he trembled, the entire continent would shake.
If he died, the entire world would be destroyed.
Rorschach was completing his blueprint bit by bit. Even when he was the busiest, he didn't miss a single detail.
That was his path to immortality, his path to the heavens.
He always believed that power was the only guarantee for survival. When true danger arrived, everyone would have to face their own fate and challenges. At that time, the only person they could rely on would be themselves.
"Is the production line's deduction and evolution going smoothly?"
Rorschach asked the growing Mother Wood.
She had already occupied the most fertile land here. Her forest body was constantly nurturing new "plant magical armor."
"The peashooters and nut fighters have already evolved to the third generation …"
After a long silence, Rorschach received the answer he wanted. It was still an unusually young child's voice.
"… The average parameters in all aspects have reached the standard of the fourth generation magical armor. However, leaving the Land of Dreams …"
It wasn't that Mother Wood didn't tell him the truth. She hadn't evolved to the point where she had complete emotions and personality. It was just that her large body also brought about a heavy burden. Her thinking speed was similar to that of a primeval forest. She was the type that would only feel something after burning her feet for dozens of hours.
Every time Rorschach communicated with her, he had to learn to accept a forest's concept of time. It was really time-consuming and laborious.
However, the feedback from Mother Wood this time made Rorschach very satisfied.
The new generation of magical plant shells were constantly being tested by mercenaries, local residents, and kind-hearted Undead Lords passing by.
It wasn't that its various parameters and combat abilities had greatly improved. Those basic abilities were already the limit of the current conditions. If Mother Wood didn't evolve herself, upgrade her overall ecological technology, and provide higher-level resources, she wouldn't be able to improve herself.
It was just that the new generation of peashooters and nut fighters had undergone repeated combat tests, improvements, and evolutions from the initial theoretical paper machines. They were becoming more and more suitable for the needs of actual combat. Perhaps there weren't many changes to their performance parameters, but their combat abilities were completely different.
Rorschach confirmed the latest combat recordings of the experimental machines. Satisfied, he made the decision to "continue researching and evolving". This was a painstaking effort. He wouldn't be able to see results in a short period of time. However, the energy, time, and resources invested would eventually pay off.
On the other hand, with the addition of the students from the North, Rorschach's small town became denser and more prosperous.
The first batch of magic armor pilots had also been selected. Among them, there were local wood-elemental creatures, as well as local mage apprentices. Many Undead Lords had sent junior Undead Elites, but Rorschach really didn't dare to accept them.
As for the Northlanders, since he had already provoked them, there was no room for retreat. The quality of these foreign students was excellent, and Rorschach basically accepted all of them who were willing to be magic armor pilots.
In a sense, Rorschach had raised the flag and started to gather the Northlanders.
Well, at this point, it was likely that many people had already seen through many things.
Rorschach had invested a lot in running the Land of Dreams as if it were his own home. Of course, it wasn't just for decoration or as a logistics base in a safe place.
"I really don't know if my plan of stealing the sky and swapping the sun will succeed."
[Didn't those researchers say that it's completely feasible in theory? Yep, in theory.]
"You also know that it's only in theory. Theoretically, humans can still live for several hundred years. It's really too difficult to use the power of the natural laws to break through the restrictions of the dimensional barrier. "
Rorschach shook his head. In front of him was a huge floating sand table.
It was a model of an island that looked like both a dragon and a tortoise. It was covered in green vegetation, and the most eye-catching part was the countless tall mage towers on it.
This was a projection model of the Land of Dreams, but it was also a projection of what Rorschach had in mind.
However, compared to the current prototype, there were more mage towers that were in an activated state. Countless battleships were floating on the activated floating port. Those were defensive weapons that had more destructive power than any fortresses or turrets.
At this point, Rorschach's plan had completely surfaced.
He hoped to use the Myth-ranked weapon's special ability to bypass the restrictions of space and transfer this Land of Dreams to Ansorenne.
That's right, this was the reason why he had been investing so much in it all this time. In order to face future challenges in less than ten years, what he wanted was a mobile fortress and a battlefield fortress, not a logistics base thousands of kilometers away.
This was why, no matter how busy he was, he still sent all the apprentices who had obtained the slots here for training. These apprentices were the younger generation that Rorschach had planned for them in the first place.
Was it impossible? At least in theory, it was possible. It was common sense that everyone knew.
Myth-ranked weapons were a medium for the user to infuse their soul into the weapon and reach immortality. When the weapon was completed, it would merge with the user's soul. That was why it could be moved along with the user's soul, merging with the physical body and even the soul.
Even the known dimensional barriers were unable to separate this fusion. This was the same for Ansorenne. Otherwise, when the Aishi descenders arrived in the other world and lost their Myth-ranked weapons, it would no longer be a problem of their combat strength being greatly reduced. It would be a problem of whether or not they would be able to survive with half of their soul gone.
And what if that Myth-ranked weapon was an island or a battleship? Aishi had such a senior who was able to bring a battleship with him wherever he went. Although his ending was rather tragic … Cough, cough. Rorschach was inspired by the examples of these seniors.
"If I create an island or a half-plane as a Myth-ranked weapon, it should be possible to merge it with my soul and carry it around. It's like a different Soul World. And if my soul descends to Ansorenne, will I be able to bring that half-plane with me as well?"
The theory and conjecture had been proposed. Now, it was the researchers' hard work.
But just like many research theories, there was no problem at all with logical deduction. Even though the theory was quite accurate, it was still impossible due to the limitations of reality.
"It's impossible, at least for now. If you forcefully carry it out, it's likely that you'll become a pseudo-Myth-ranked weapon without a Myth-ranked weapon. If the Land of Dreams shatters during the dimensional transfer, your life might even be in danger."
Their deduction doubtlessly mentioned that Ansorenne's dimensional barriers were far too tight. It was likely that he would be smashed to pieces.
However, Rorschach had long since thought of this as well.
"Even if it's impossible now, won't it be possible when the dimensional barriers are gone in ten years?"
But this time, the answer was a definite.
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