Life in Silvermoon City was prosperous. Even an ordinary commoner had no worries about food or clothing. The High-Rank Clan and the Royal Family were also happy to see the people indulge in mindless pleasures, because that way, those at the bottom could not threaten their rule.
Patrick himself had felt this deeply. The Cabrolon family was only a medium-sized family, with no accomplished mages and no councilor representing it on the Council. It could only rely on its specialized alchemy to serve the Council and the Royal Family, while securing opportunities to rise further.
When the Cabrolon family's growth exceeded the Council's expectations, it immediately faced joint suppression from the Council faction. The Council as a whole preferred commoners who knew only how to enjoy themselves over a striving middle-ranking family.
But did that mean this mortal stubbornness did not matter? Were our hard struggles and efforts to rise meaningless?
Not necessarily. At least, when Patrick could take control of the future, he would never let go.
Elune paused and thought for a moment. [I am not saying your existence is meaningless. Your lives are short, and the Titans' perception of time differs far too much from that of other races. This also prevents you from thinking along the same lines as the Titans.]
[There are actually very few Titans. You cannot imagine how long it takes a world-soul to grow into a Titan. Moreover, the physical body Aman'Thul personally fashioned for me also required endless energy. But those Old Gods are different. The Old Gods do not need to increase their numbers. They only need to follow in the Titans' footsteps. Aman'Thul examines every planet to see whether it contains a world-soul, so that he can add to his own kind, while the Old Gods only need to