Chapter 353
Chu Wangshu successfully understood what her biological mother meant.
This simply means that, compared to the high barriers to entry and complexity of indigenous science, accepting the magical theories of supernatural civilizations is a faster way to learn.
After all, directly copying the spells that magical civilizations have gradually evolved over thousands or even tens of thousands of years is much easier than slowly working through mathematics, physics, and chemistry to create your own spells.
The Little Cotton-padded Jacket nodded nervously and said:
"I'll try my best to listen in class. I wonder if the teachers in this other world are strict."
Chu Yuanqing felt a little more at ease once her daughter saw Astrid on the podium. She didn't reveal her surprise and began to talk about the customs, culture, and civilization of the ideal country.
Simply put, this is an extremely diverse world, with a brilliant magical civilization, a variety of fantastical races, and traces of gods that can be found in history.
It is said that before the First Divine Age, the gods descended upon the Material World to vie for the faith of the original races, launching several world-destroying wars that wiped out most living beings, incurring the wrath of the world.
Then, as if a golden, shimmering tide had swept across, forming a barrier that enveloped the Material World, banishing all the gods to the outer reaches of the world and allowing the creatures on the surface to recuperate.
A thousand years later, the gods found ways to transfer a portion of their power across the Golden Sea, thus initiating a second round of the struggle. This period is known to later generations as the Second Divine Age.
The predecessor of the Calembert Empire was a city-state that existed 487 Frosty Moons, or 1461 years ago.
It was during the height of the Second Divine Age.
Unlike the Elf Race favored by the elements, the orcs with their innate physical strength, and the Dragon Raja beloved by the gods, humans at that time were a truly weak race, often caught up in wars and constantly on the move.
In order to change this situation, humanity spontaneously gathered a group of the most knowledgeable and talented elites, settling in a stronghold to specialize in the study of magic and alchemy, and established the Saint Roland Academy, hoping to possess the power to protect their people.
Unfortunately, after being repeatedly drawn into wars and repeatedly destroyed and rebuilt, the Saint Roland Academy left behind very few achievements, and humanity was also in turmoil, facing a complete knowledge gap and imminent extinction.
But at this critical juncture, a student who graduated from the Saint Roland Academy repeatedly created miracles with alchemy, not only turning the tide and saving the collapsing edifice, but also annihilating the enemy and reclaiming his homeland.
Over the course of ten years, he gathered all the former members of the human race, developed the alchemy system to an unbelievable level, made civilization prosperous and flourished, and caused the population to expand rapidly, attracting the attention of the gods, who wanted to bring him under their control but to no avail.
After that, all the gods unanimously sent their followers to besiege the area.
That student from back then, amidst the turmoil, created Divine Sentient Body that connects the consciousness of all humankind.
Thus, with the opponent's will as the axis, the consciousness of millions of humans was coupled and connected to form a virtual Giant Thought Tree, leading to the dome, linking to the Golden Sea, seizing partial authority, forging the Golden Law, erasing the authority of the gods to descend, and annihilating all enemies!
The Second Divine Age has come to an end.
After that, the power of the gods could no longer break through the Golden Sea, and large-scale religious wars disappeared.
The sage who created the miracle is suspected to have perished, but the Golden Law he left behind serves as a nuclear weapon to deter all living beings, allowing all races to recuperate and thrive.
As the supreme masterpiece of alchemy, the Divine Sentient Body, after a linking of racial consciousness, gave birth to true wisdom, took over the Golden Law, and existed in the wondrous form of Giant Thought Tree.
It deduced alchemy and magic, arranged the direction of human development, and created a new city-state with the Saint Roland Academy and the other survivors who participated in the defense as the center.
Thus, the Calembert Empire came into being.
During this period, some deities, for the sake of their faith, communicated and negotiated with the Divine Sentient Body, in exchange for regular blessings and offerings of Divine Power, gaining the right to preach in the empire and enabling humanity to truly prosper.
At the suggestion of the Divine Sentient Body, the people of the empire in later generations, out of respect for that leader, called him the Divine Emperor!
"Therefore, as the seat of the Divine Sentient Body and the Golden Law, Saint Roland, the capital of the Empire, can be said to be the safest place in the world."
After reciting the general history, Chu Yuanqing addressed the crowd in this manner.
Tang Liuli felt that Qing Bao's words were like planting a flag, but she was more curious about another question now and asked:
"So, the Calembert Empire doesn't have an emperor anymore? Is it all ruled by that AI-like intelligent entity?"
"Also, did that Emperor disappear after creating the Divine Sentient Body? Why does he seem to have such a weak presence, like a background character in a story?"
Chu Yuanqing put on her black-rimmed glasses, took out a history book about Saint Roland from her bag, and said earnestly as she turned the pages:
"There is indeed no emperor, but the Divine Sentient Body has been dormant for hundreds of years, retaining only its original functions and control over the Golden Law."
"Therefore, the rulers of the empire should be the tower masters of the three great towers of the Saint Roland Academy and the leaders of the Three Covenant Families. The Imperial Council, which they form, possesses some of the authority of the Divine Sentient Body."
"As for the Emperor's presence, the book actually talks quite a bit about his great deeds before creating the Divine Sentient Body."
"For example, some alchemical techniques that are still in use today, or those that have been unfortunately lost, such as the Magic Net, the Heavenly Machine Engineering, the Magic God Mechanism, the Philosopher's Stone, and the Hyperion Principle."
This last point is equivalent to the first principle of the magical realm.
To put it simply, in philosophy, the first principle means a fundamental proposition or assumption that cannot be omitted, deleted, or violated; it is equivalent to an axiom in mathematics.
In the ideal world, it refers to a special magical energy reaction that even the gods cannot defy. It requires high-density instruments and extremely large magical power, combined with the computing power of Divine Sentient Body, to achieve a 39% probability.
Incidentally, Little Sakura's attempt to complete the Hyperion Magic Cannon using the [Perfect Law] was partly based on this.
"Aside from the technical aspects, the enemy also has a long list of battles that could be used as idioms, such as the brutal massacre of dragons and Outer Gods, the destruction of the giant Sky Island where the Elf Royalty was located, and the leveling of the Orc Imperial Capital and racial wonders."
"I've simply simplified the earlier parts and only highlighted the most impressive results."
"But this man is also known as the one forgotten by time, because no historical records mention his name."
"Of course, it's also possible that it was hidden by Divine Sentient Body."
Kiriwake Yayoi said doubtfully:
"Normally speaking, whether it's out of respect for elders or to ensure the people remember, their names shouldn't be hidden, right?"
Tang Liuli took off Qing Bao's black-rimmed glasses and put them on her own. Her emerald eyes lit up with intelligence, and she confidently drew upon her experience of reading hundreds of comic books, transforming into a great detective, and blurted out:
"Look, since this is a world where gods compete for faith, according to the novel's setting, with the exponential growth of the empire's population and extreme personality cults, a massive amount of faith might form, forcing the Emperor to be passively deified."
"But this clearly contradicts the Golden Law that ended the Age of Gods."
"If a human Emperor were to become a god, even if it were to avoid initiating a divine era that he himself would end, he would most likely follow the rules and be pushed to the outer edge of the world by the Golden Sea."
"At that time, the Emperor will have offended so many gods, he'll definitely be ganged up on, it seems like a dead end, so hiding the other party's appearance and name is the most reasonable way."
The Little Sakura were breathtaking.
Chu Wangshu suspiciously took off the black-rimmed glasses that Liuli Cat Cat had put on, put them on his own side, and wondered if these glasses had any added intelligence function.
Xie Qingxuan seemed to be deep in thought, then clapped her hands earnestly in praise:
"Liuli is amazing, it sounds just like it."
Chu Yuanqing took out his phone, searched the database provided by Dream Weaver Rabbit, and nodded:
"Yes, that's a reasonable guess, but the prerequisite of becoming a god through faith isn't in the database that the Countermeasures Bureau has been collecting and organizing over the past ten years."
"In short, that's not important. What's important is that the Calembert Empire belongs to the lawful camp, the Imperial Capital's civilization is highly advanced, and its technology in certain aspects surpasses reality. Furthermore, Saint Roland Academy is the core of the Imperial Capital."
"Therefore, it's very safe to stay here for a year or two."
Although becoming Gap World means that civilization has become nourishment for disaster, the length of the Historical Echo varies depending on the local situation and the foundation of the civilization.
Based on current data, the civilization of the ideal state is quite resilient, with a very strong World Consciousness that can transform into the Golden Sea to drive away gods and protect the planet.
To be honest, compared to their own World Consciousness's cowardly behavior of shrinking back into a star cluster concept, forming Sea of Stars, and turning themselves into a turtle shell, this Golden Sea is a bit too ostentatious.
Fortunately, the Emperor had already driven the gods back to the outer reaches of the world. If calamity were to invade, they would be the first to suffer, effectively creating an outer wall around the gods.
Even if a god is killed, or surrenders because they are outmatched, the world is protected by the Empire's Golden Law, which is sufficient to detect extraterrestrial enemies in a timely manner.
So, even if things don't go well, they can always hold out for a few years, and who knows, they might even last for decades or a hundred years. This training camp will only keep everyone there for a maximum of five months (the time ratio will be at most 10:1), Saint Roland is indeed the safest place in the world during this period.
Of course, if time were to be extended further, Saint Roland, as their own crystal, would certainly become a hotbed of accidents that determine the fate of the world, frequently triggering world-ending wars.
After Chu Yuanqing finished speaking, she continued to give her little science lesson to the Little Idol. She could have Astrid teach in her place, but it was always better to talk to everyone and accumulate some fragmented memories from the past.
On the treetops outside the window, chubby, adorable Forget-me-not tilt their little heads, looking at the view of the girls nestled on the sofa. The girls' long, slender legs are side by side, and the morning light, under the Tyndall effect, spills out, blurring the textures of their snow-white skin.
A breeze blowing from the lake brings a touch of moisture, softening the budding roses indoors and creating a tranquil atmosphere reminiscent of burning incense. The vase beside the sofa shimmers with light.
The bouquet of fresh roses swayed gently, like a series of trivial words, their petals delicate and vibrant.
Outside the hotel, many townspeople, still oblivious to the dramatic changes in the world, were slowly waking up as usual. Horses on the ranch snorted, and cruise ships sailed across the increasingly clear lake.
Bathed in the morning light, the chapel was filled with Sister Ellie, praying devoutly to the [pure white] statue. In the courtyard, children, having just brushed their teeth, were making breakfast under the care of their aunts, creating a lively and happy atmosphere.
Zoom out and enlarge the viewpoint.
East Flow Island, Osaka.
Hei Mitomi helped her mother complete the discharge procedures, returned to the cramped rented room, took her Dad's urn, and boarded the train back to their rural hometown with her mother.
Before leaving, she kept her promise despite her mother's recovery, sending her treasured Little Sakura merchandise to Great Xia, returning the extra three million yen given by the buyer, and sending a photo of herself and her mother.
The young girl had a plan for the future. She wanted to bury her Dad in their hometown first, then accompany her mother to recuperate for half a year. During this time, she would study on her own to prepare for returning to school and to get into a good university.
The future will definitely be bright.
Great Xia, the Sea Capital.
After receiving her vaccination, Pei Xiaotong moved her pale, beautiful legs in the rehabilitation room, her cute little face full of tension.
"Tong Bao, keep going! Trust the doctor's judgment, you can do it!"
"Mom believes in you. Don't rush, take your time."
"Don't be afraid, my Dad. I've raised you for so many years, can't I raise you for decades more?"
The little girl took a deep breath, and under the watchful eyes of her parents and cousin, she strained to straighten her muscles, stood on her tiptoes, and managed to stand up with difficulty.
Then, she happily relied on the parallel bars that aided her walking and walked step by step toward the light.
Clatter
The tears that fell, drop by drop, hit the ground and shattered into sparkling crystals, reflecting the hard-won dawn.
Meanwhile, the [Witch] trainees, who are currently participating in commercial performances around the world and have not yet returned to their local competition venues, learn, through prompts from various characters portrayed by the Super AI, that training camp is about to begin.
Thus, over three thousand Little Idol worldwide, in different time zones, were informed of some of the secrets of the ideal world, and were caught in a dilemma when faced with the life choice of whether to go to the "other world" to study at a magic academy.
"Cleanse the memories of the ideal world, exit <Flashdance>."
"Take a brave step forward and become a true Magical Girl."
This was a choice that could be a crossroads in their lives, laid out so clearly before them, that the gears that determined the fate of civilization quietly began to turn.
On the other side, in a void dimension, in a hidden place.
The Archbishop, scepter in hand, his black robes billowing, his undulating shadows like serpents, ascended the spiral staircase, climbing the seemingly endless Ancient Tower that pierced the clouds.
Behind them are a swarm of believers, as numerous as ants.
After an unknown amount of time, after the spiraling void barrier had been crossed thirteen times, the illusory lock core was turned in succession, and a deep melody and song came from the dome. The spatial dimensions opened up the path to the end, like peeling an onion.
The pitch-black mist, like a damp dream, embraced the grotesque body filled with the flesh and blood of the Calamity Beasts, instantly changing the view before one's eyes.
The sound of flames being ignited rang out one after another.
This is a temple located at the top of a tower. There are no statues inside, but it is magnificent and resplendent with gold. Deep blue Glazed Bricks are piled up everywhere, and glittering gold is scattered in every corner as a gorgeous decoration.
In the center were thirteen seats, each with a corresponding doctrine engraved on its back, clearly representing different sects that worshipped different Disaster God.
Although there was infighting among the Thirteen Sects, their struggles ultimately stemmed from an extreme loyalty to their respective beliefs.
Therefore, in the grand scheme of things, these believers in the Disaster God will not fight individually or even undermine each other.
This Tower of Babel was a liaison point built by Thirteen Sects.
Seventeen years later, the leaders of the various sects only gather here when the matter concerns the Miracle High Wall.
The Archbishop sat down in his assigned seat, with a legion of believers standing behind him. He glanced at his "colleagues" beside him.
The woman wore a white robe, and snowflakes fell into her pure white pupils. Her pretty face was like a chaotic mosaic, which lasted only a few seconds before returning to a smooth surface, splitting into hundreds of thousands of cubes, and then merging back into false flesh and blood.
This person's body seemed to remain unchanged, with the parts concealed beneath the white robe constantly rustling. It was neither mechanical nor living, but rather like some strange silicon-based life form, with large amounts of salt occasionally scattered on the ground.
This distinctive feature is a gift from the [King of Salt].
--Chloe, the Archbishop who worshipped the [King of Salt].
Russell felt a sense of apprehension. Unlike Chaos, Ymir, and Amaterasu, who possessed divine systems and had diverse abilities, these were towering beings who, when combined, could be considered omniscient and omnipotent.
The [King of Salt] is extremely pure, belonging to the ultimate singular domineering power. When it rises to the realm of the supreme ruler, it may not be versatile enough and thus appears weaker.
But for believers, it's a completely different matter.