Genetic nature

Far away in Russia, Bai Mo was unaware of the fantasies of some old dog-donkey in the distance. He led the exhausted Chaldea to a farm, and soon after, Koyanskaya's caravan arrived.

"Mr. Bai Mo, that was a brilliant move. I think I can now consider you a partner on par with the Lostbelt King. It's so satisfying to watch the initial investment soar. I believe our cooperation will be even smoother from now on."

As soon as she got off the car, Koyanskaya eagerly took Bai Mo's hand, her face beaming with joy. She had somehow changed into a very Russia -style coat, and her exquisite makeup shone brightly even in the snow.

"Putting everything else aside, you know this place very well, right? I need to help them settle in. Are there any cities or regions that would be suitable?"

At this moment, the Chaldea members also saw Koyanskaya, and their expressions were incredibly varied. Goredolf was completely pale, his finger trembling as he pointed at her.

"Wait, what are you doing here, woman? And don't give me that 'partner' attitude! I still remember what happened at Chaldea!"

Koyanskaya turned her head, seemingly only then noticing the Chaldea group, and then said jokingly:

"Oh? You guys are still alive! That's impressive. But it seems that after a series of unfortunate events, your luck has finally turned around?"

However, let me make this clear from the start: the Chaldea incident was purely business, so please don't let your emotions get into the trading.

Goredolf gritted his teeth, but Dr. Roman behind him held his shoulder, and Sherlock Holmes, not far away, shook his head at him.

In this situation, we need their help, so it's definitely not the time to let emotions dictate our thinking.

"Looks like you guys got really screwed over by this guy."

Bai Mo spoke up, saying that he knew what kind of character Koyanskaya was when he first met her and saw the Magecraft driven to despair by her.

There are only two types of people who will make a deal with her: those with enough power to break the rules, and those who are desperate and want to take a gamble.

Sensing Bai Mo's gaze, Koyanskaya put on a pitiful and aggrieved look and said:

"I'm helpless on this side too. After all, the NFF Group has a responsibility to protect the assets of its top-tier members, regardless of the circumstances."

"And are you all sure you want to stay here? In about an hour, this place will be patrolled by the Murderous Hunters. I have an identification card, and it would be troublesome if you were targeted again, wouldn't it?"

Not long after, Shadow Border silently followed behind Koyanskaya's convoy. In the carriage, Bai Mo was reading through the experiences of Chaldea during this period, which had been recorded by Sherlock Holmes and were quite detailed.

Strangely, Koyanskaya didn't get into her own car. Instead, she was semi-forced into Shadow Border and made hand-ground coffee like a secretary.

"Um, where are we going next?"

"The Yaga Joseph checkpoint is where the resistance is located. For those of you who are hostile to the Lostbelt, it's a pretty good place to go."

And it's on my way too. Of course, if you'd like to experience the aristocratic atmosphere of the Tsarist era, I can take you to Moscow."

Upon hearing Koyanskaya's words, Bai Mo frowned slightly and asked, "Are there still resistance fighters here? Were those weapons in your car sold to them?"

When they met before, Bai Mo had already surveyed Koyanskaya's goods, which included not only precious gold items, but also a large number of weapons and matching mechanical arms.

The weapons are all nuclear-grade with extremely high technological levels, and could pose a huge threat even to a person with the strength of 200,000 horses.

In addition to these, there was even a complete set of Dream Creator installation equipment, sealed in the most robust vehicles, which shows that Koyanskaya's documents were indeed genuine.

"That's right, Mr. Bai Mo. What I said before about Russia being in turmoil wasn't just due to internal reasons. The sacrifice of that Terrible Emperor did indeed halt the Qin's advance, but the offensives from other fronts never ceased."

Before long, Shadow Border slowly came to a stop at a pass. A fortress stood high above, looking quite sturdy, and several orcs with guns seemed to be on guard at the pass.

What's wrong with the people here?

Bai Mo frowned. Those white wolf-like creatures were clearly human, speaking a human language and wearing human clothes. Koyanskaya took a sip of her hot coffee and replied:

"These are Yaga, everyone. This is Lostbelt. Unlike the previous Singularity, this is a true record of history."

Here, a heavy snowfall nearly wiped out all life, and afterwards, only the inhabitants of this place, through Ivan the Terrible's Magecraft abilities, were transformed into Yaga, capable of surviving in such extreme cold.

If my previous understanding of this place was limited to its coldness, this time I truly experienced the harshness of the winter. In this land where not a single grain can grow, traditional people could not survive.

"What bad luck!"

Bai Mo sighed. Perhaps Ivan the Terrible with 930,000 horses could change everything, but while he gained power, so did the other Lostbelt, which were ultimately forced to remain forever stationed on distant mountains.

This world is different from the one before, and even completely different from the previous Magnetic Field World.

In the era of martial gods, if a person has enough talent, is lucky enough to join a good sect or clan, encounter a good teacher, and obtain a good cultivation technique, they can use their power to defy fate.

On the other hand, without sufficient resources to simulate a cultivation environment, even the most gifted individuals will ultimately be stuck in the Electric Current Push state for their entire lives, unable to even repair their injuries with Magnetic Field Power.

The arrival of Magnetic Field Power will only elevate the royal class, who control the world's largest resource— the Fantasy Tree —to a higher level. Unless invaded by external enemies, no one can shake the Terrible Emperor's 930,000 horses.

This isn't the plot of those superpower comics. Some chosen ones change the world because of Magnetic Field Power. Gaining power only gives them the opportunity to be absorbed by the upper class, which will only further solidify the class system.

The resources for breakthroughs are firmly controlled, and they can only act as henchmen. This behavior is extremely foolish for the long-term development of the country's overall strength.

However, for those profit-driven Russian nobles, this was the best way to maintain their rule.

And what about the civilians? They'll probably never see the light of day again. That's why Bai Mo was surprised when he heard the words "resistance army." Logically speaking, these powerless rebels should have been shot dead long ago.

After getting off the vehicle, the Yaga in front of him let Koyanskaya's convoy pass freely, but stopped Shadow Border. Watching them slowly draw the sharp blades from their waists, Bai Mo frowned slightly.

"Mr. Bai Mo, don't be surprised, these are the nature of the Yaga."

"Nature?"

"That's right. When the Terrible Emperor transformed them, he instilled a certain instinct deep into their genes: absolute obedience to the strong. Since the emergence of Magnetic Field Power, this instinct seems to have been strengthened, and now even the resistance forces must abide by it."

Although it was somewhat cruel, these Yaga were very popular with people from Lostbelt, whether as warriors or...

"Okay, I understand, no need to say any more."

Bai Mo sighed deeply and slowly stepped out of the car. The two Yaga saw Bai Mo, their pupils contracted, and they whispered, "Another old-blooded race?"