"It had to be said, civilization was wealth." Naimus sighed.
The Spiritfolk themselves were a civilized race with major flaws.
They had inherited Hays's irresponsible nature, yet because they existed as spirits, they possessed uniquely exceptional abilities when it came to controlling things.
Their unique life form, which could only exist within the virtual, granted them a way of thinking that exceeded the common sense of this world.
Thus, they developed the Thought Virtual Homeland System.
Though from Naimus's perspective, if this system truly entered the real world, it would likely be unable to last even a second before rapidly collapsing into a pile of sludge.
The great Spiritfolk and spirit gods within it would also quickly collapse and perish because their essence had not transformed and they could not adapt to the rules of the real world.
But that did not matter.
What mattered about such wild ideas was that they had made a start. Once there was a beginning, it would not be difficult for Naimus to complete and elevate them until they truly became useful.
And similar wild ideas were not uncommon among the various civilized races of the Fictional Space.
If he could gather them and then use his broader perspective to realize, update, and refine them, Naimus's reserves of knowledge would rise enormously.
After the Spiritfolk homeland appeared, it immediately gained a tremendous advantage.
After making a few minor attempts to act outwardly, it abandoned externally projected power.
Although the Homeland System ensured that the Spiritfolk inside would not be affected by the external environment,
outside, the medium was still controlled by Naimus to a certain extent.
So the Spiritfolk chose the most direct tactic—ramming!
The enormous crystal flew through the air before smashing down toward the Littlefolk army.
The instant it fell, countless Littlefolk