Civilization and Order

"Revenge must be accomplished by your own hands; I merely bring you the guidance and light of the gods. Praise be to Her Majesty, the Goddess of Light, Maria!" Lu Zhiyu led Akhenaten as they walked toward the outside.

Akhenaten, however, asked with dissatisfaction: "Why do the gods not kill those evil Werewolves? Why did they watch as they slaughtered my parents and my people? Can such gods even be called gods?"

Lu Zhiyu turned his head to look at Akhenaten: "What do you think a god is? A servant of your household? The gods granted you life, wisdom, and powerful abilities; they gave you fertile fields and the entire world. Do you expect them to watch over your lives every single moment? To satisfy all your desires and demands? You are too greedy!"

Akhenaten was rendered speechless, and Lu Zhiyu continued: "The gods gave you everything, as well as hope and a future, but fate is held within your own hands. Where fate leads is entirely your own choice!"

Lu Zhiyu walked up to Akhenaten, his exquisite mask facing the boy's eyes: "Akhenaten, the gods are fair. You, the Beastmen Race, and all things in this world are children of the gods. The gods created everything, yet they placed the power to control fate into your own hands. The gods are not responsible for your fate; you are responsible for your own. Remember, fate lies between your own two hands!"

Akhenaten asked Lu Zhiyu: "Then why did the gods send you here? And who are you?"

Lu Zhiyu immediately replied: "I am Pharos, the Archangel under the Goddess of Light, Maria. My duty is to balance the laws of the world. According to the trajectory of fate, humanity will be wiped out by the Beastmen Race. Therefore, I have come here, hoping you will take up the responsibility of uniting the human race, resisting the Beastmen Race invasion, and becoming the King of Humanity!"

"Of course, the choice is in your hands!"

Akhenaten looked at Lu Zhiyu, then back at his burning home and the corpses scattered everywhere. A look of hatred surged in his eyes; he seemed to see thousands of people wailing under the blades of the Beastmen Race.

"No, don't let it be so. Our human race will not perish!"

Akhenaten looked at Lu Zhiyu: "Archangel Pharos, I promise you. I agree. What do you need me to do?"

Lu Zhiyu shook his head: "I do not need you to do anything; I need you to become strong. You are too weak right now!"

Akhenaten immediately pressed: "Do you mean powerful martial strength? Like my father? Mastering the power of the gods!"

Lu Zhiyu shook his head: "The strength of one man, no matter how great, cannot withstand an army of thousands. And an army of thousands must submit to order. Strength is not merely martial prowess; I hope more that you can bring civilization and order to humanity. That is the spark of hope!"

Akhenaten was very confused: "Civilization and order?"

Lu Zhiyu reached out and took Akhenaten's hand. The two figures, one large and one small, walked toward the direction where the sun rose. The staff in Lu Zhiyu's hand flashed instantly, and it appeared as if the two of them stepped across an invisible barrier, arriving directly in the distance.

The weather in the north was already very cold at this time. Lu Zhiyu threw a cloak onto Akhenaten, who scrambled to put it on, but his eyes remained fixed on the magnificent city at the edge of the horizon: "What is that?"

Lu Zhiyu said: "The Beastmen Race's Royal City, Saga Royal City. It has been washed by the passage of two hundred years, experienced twelve generations of kings, and survived the slaughter and contention of various tribes to establish its foundation as a royal city. After two hundred years of continuous expansion and renovation, it finally became the city you see before you!"

A look of shock and longing appeared in Akhenaten's eyes: "A city? Will our human race have one too?"

Lu Zhiyu immediately said: "Of course. You will be the first king of humanity. You will lead humanity into the era of city-states and ignite the spark of civilization. Thousands of years from now, your name will be passed down in ancient myths and branded into the memory of all humanity!"

"Follow me!"

Lu Zhiyu moved forward again, and Akhenaten followed closely in his footsteps. With a flash, the two appeared in a corner atop the walls of Saga Royal City. This magnificent city built of stone stood high above, overlooking all directions. Inside the royal city, a large number of pedestrians walked about—soldiers carrying weapons and commoners wearing simple attire. Their clothes were very basic, essentially just a few pieces of cloth wrapped around their bodies; only the noble aristocrats could possess gorgeous garments made of tanned animal hides.

Classes had already been born among them, and there was a division of duties. There were merchants, nobles, commoners, farmers, hunters, soldiers, craftsmen, and so on. Craftsmen built gorgeous structures, and soldiers held sharp bronze swords in their hands. Everyone wore clothes that looked extremely beautiful in Akhenaten's eyes—clean and tidy. The city contained not only the Wolf Race but also the Tiger Race, the Lion Race, the Dog Race, and various other tribes.

The entire city seemed endless at a glance, with streets rising up and countless people living within. Akhenaten felt deeply shocked; the human longing for the development of civilization originated from the very depths of one's bones. At this moment, the soldiers on the city wall finally discovered Lu Zhiyu and Akhenaten.

"Who goes there? What are you doing? How did you get onto the city wall!"

Following a shout, a large number of soldiers surrounded them. Seeing the many spears pointed at him and the soldiers rushing toward him, Akhenaten trembled all over. Lu Zhiyu turned his masked face back, waved his hand, and the two vanished without a trace. This was why Lu Zhiyu had crafted the staff; by engraving the guidance array for the Dimensional Gate upon it, he could face any emergency at any time.

"This is the writing and language of the Beastmen Race, known as the Sophoc Language. Writing and language brought communication and culture to the Beastmen Race; this is the foundation of civilization."

The two, wearing cloaks, stood beneath the tall statue of the Beast King, looking at the dense inscriptions recording the great achievements of the Beast King. Lu Zhiyu spoke to Akhenaten, who understood only half of what was said, yet Lu Zhiyu knew he had already deeply memorized it in his mind.

Lu Zhiyu then took Akhenaten to see the markets within the city. The bustling market and the sounds of hawking made the young Akhenaten incredibly interested. All kinds of rare items from the entire northern Beastmen Race civilization were gathered here. Lu Zhiyu explained wealth and merchants, money and currency, to Akhenaten.

"Gold? What is gold?" Akhenaten asked.

A flash occurred in Lu Zhiyu's hand, and a Beastman gold shell appeared in his palm: "This is the currency of the Beastmen Race. I give it to you; keep it as a souvenir!"