Modi coughed lightly a few times, looking sickly. Ever since he had nearly died and unexpectedly fused with the Revolutionary Flame, he had been constantly ill, as though he had become its fuel, burning through his own life to keep it alight.
Over the past few days, the Revolutionary Flame had burned even brighter.
Modi knew the Revolutionary Seeds he had scattered earlier were burning.
As the saying went, a single spark could start a prairie fire!
He had scattered many Revolutionary Seeds. The unrest in the Lorenzo Kingdom, the uprising of its common people, and their rallying cry—"Overthrow the Kingdom, establish a Federation!"—were all part of the revolution. So were the five southwestern provinces declaring independence and establishing a Federal Government.
After fusing with the Revolutionary Flame, Modi could clearly sense the state of those dozen or so Revolutionary Seeds.
Four or five had gone out completely, while several others lay dormant. Two burned most fiercely: one in the Lorenzo Kingdom, which was undergoing the Blood Moon Coup, and the other in the Number Forty-Three Void World.
In Trier City, a powerful Child of the World had emerged. Just twenty-three years old and already a Calamity-Rank Strong One, he had led workers and farmers from the lowest rungs of society to overthrow that Void World's rulers and establish an entirely new Republican Federal State!
Of all the Revolutionary Seeds Modi had scattered, this was the only one that had borne fruit so far.
Yet after the revolution succeeded, the Number Forty-Three Void World had not become the harmonious, egalitarian society Modi had envisioned. Though it was a republic, oppression remained. People were still unequal, and poverty and ignorance had not been eliminated.
The land that had initially been divided equally soon gathered in the hands of a few once