Silence filled the Conference Hall.
Nearly half the Divine Temple had collapsed in the explosion, leaving a desolate scene.
Sir Awen kept his face taut as he reached up and peeled a fragment of Slime off it. Looking around at everyone in the Conference Hall, he said:
"Everyone, there's no room for hesitation. Expanding our infrastructure has to be our top priority. Otherwise, with this bunch of people with different cultures, religions, beliefs, and common sense all gathered together, we might as well stop calling this place Dark Night City and rename it the Capital of Chaos."
Silver Fantasy took a deep breath, CPU overloaded, and said:
"I'll draft a report as soon as possible and plan out a larger area. If we can keep them separated for now, we should."
Still, they had actually braced themselves for this.
After all, many of the Origins were sworn enemies with generations of blood feuds between them.
The sort who drew their blades the moment they met.
There were also needless conflicts born purely from differences in ideology and forms of life. For instance, a mighty water deity and a fire-element Origin had already arranged a fight. An Origin of desire who had wanted to greet Saint Anna and invite her to a silver orgy had also been beaten half-paralyzed yesterday by the little group that had fallen for the second time.
Without a doubt, organizing such a group of Origins would never be as simple as they had imagined.
"Lynn! Do you have any ideas?"
Sir Awen took a deep breath.
He turned to look at Lynn, who sat in the seat of honor with his legs crossed and his arms folded, eyes wide open, looking as though he was listening attentively to the meeting.
"zzZ~"
"Lynn?"
"zzZ~"
Everyone looked uncertainly