People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Standing atop the mountain peak, traversing the River Styx, leaving countless solitary images, all for the sake of prolonging life!

In Britain, he transformed into the Lord of the Dead, leading King Arthur astray.

In the Greek pantheon, they worshipped the goddess of wisdom and founded a heroes' association.

While the Norse gods sat idly by, awaiting Ragnarok, he brandished his mech and shouted with exhilaration, captivating everyone's attention.

During the Edo period in Japan, when a hundred demons would parade at night, he could slay countless demons with a single sword strike, and was revered as a god by monsters despite his human form.

When the tyrannical and cruel King Jin implemented his tyranny, they immediately launched a rebellion, hoping to make a name for themselves in history.

He studied under Scáthach and Chiron; he had many teachers but not necessarily the best ones, and his skills were astonishing in every way.

Once he has achieved fame and success, he will step into the Holy Grail War;

Looking back, Xu Ming stands atop the Type-Moon.

Chapter 252 Giant Beast Fragments, Online Promotion

Shelag, Manju Academy, Saintess's Palace.

Night had fallen. There was no city that never sleeps in Kherag. Apart from the main streets in the rebuilt city of Tukarim, which were still illuminated by streetlights, the nights in Kherag were pitch black, peaceful, and utterly silent.

After helping Enya to sleep, Ya'er returned to her own room early, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.

Of course, giant beasts don't have the habit of sleeping every night. For their race, the concept of a "day"—a time scale that humans use—is far too short. Perhaps a momentary lapse in attention on their part could mean the passage of several months. And once they fall into a deep slumber, when they awaken again, perhaps decades have already passed.

For short-lived species, the existence of behemoths was far too long, too vast, and too sluggish. Therefore, early humans bestowed upon these incomprehensible creatures the title of "gods." To the behemoths, humanity was merely a few grains of sand stirred up in the long river of life; their awe, praise, fear, love, or hatred, and even humanity itself, were insignificant, so there was no question of whether they were valued or not.

But Jeragand is an exception.

"Yeragand, Yeragand, are you asleep? Are you asleep?"

Calls echoed from the edge of the window, and Ya'er's brows furrowed deeply. Her breathing, which had been even and sound like that of someone in a dream, gradually became heavy. Finally, she could no longer bear it, opened her eyes, and looked at the two paws clinging to the edge of the window.

"Hey, as expected, Jeragand is still awake!"

Gawain braced himself against the windowsill with both hands, his wide-open mouth uttering human words, and a hint of human smugness could be seen on his beastly face.

It looked at Yeragand, who was lying on his side on the bed, his eyes open, his pupils radiating a terrifying cold light and chill, showing no intention of getting up, and whispered a suggestion:

"Um, can I go up there?"

Ya'er didn't speak, she just stared at it calmly without saying a word.

This made Gawain's "smile" slightly unmanageable.

Its expression looked relaxed, and its movements looked comfortable, but you should know that the room where Ya'er, the head maid, was located was in the northwest corner of the Saintess Temple, which was located on the west side of the Manju Academy. In other words, outside the bedroom of the head maid of the Saintess Temple was the towering cliff of the majestic Kelang Holy Mountain - Kalan Peak!

It's fortunate that it's nighttime, and the pitch-black night has concealed too many ugly things. Otherwise, if it were daytime, even if the Manju Academy's patrol team didn't specifically go down the cliff to observe the outer wall of the Saintess Temple, just from the foot of the Holy Mountain, if the weather was clear and there were a few people with good eyesight, they could probably see from afar the embarrassing scene of a certain beast master hanging outside the window, with his two paws on the window and his two paws flailing in the air.

Live broadcast! Live broadcast!

Some might question how anyone could possibly see a mountain several thousand meters high.

Anyone who asks this question clearly underestimates us Super Terrans. In ancient times, the Unarmored Alliance of Kazimir possessed the "Mystic Iron" Grandmasters who could precisely target greatswords with bows from thousands of meters away. Can't we, the Sherag, have our own "Mystic Iron" Grandmasters?

Then Ernst definitely has to say something. Who said it's unattainable? Have you heard about the value of Pegasus Vision?

Hinterlanda, don't lose! Charge! If you win, you'll be a racehorse girl!

Ahem, it seems like even a visionary perspective shouldn't be used for something as trivial as watching amusement...

After a long standoff with the Yeragand avatar lying on the bed, Gawain was almost ready to swallow his pride and show Yeragand the legendary lion baring its teeth, when Ya'er finally made a move.

His morning grumpiness subsided somewhat after being forcibly woken up. He sat up, raised his hand, and dispelled the spell on the bedroom. Gawain immediately jumped in, swayed on the ground a couple of times, and then "thud"ed down on the floor.

"No way? Your legs went weak?" Ya'er couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, as if she had seen something amazing.

Gao Wen rolled his eyes: "It's just that I've been hanging there for too long, so my eyes are numb."

It's a beast lord, and it's not afraid of heights. At worst, it can fall to its death and be resurrected. The most it will feel is a lot of pain when it hits the ground. How could it be so scared that its legs go weak? (Beast lords do feel pain. In the Law of Roar, the Great Emperor was shot and killed by the Bison family's butler. After being resurrected, he complained to Bison's father about how hard the bullet had hit him, saying it hurt terribly.)

He glanced with lingering fear at the defensive spells enveloping the entire Manjusaka Academy, somewhat bewildered: "Wait, Yeragand, why did you put up all these defensive spells? Who are you trying to protect against?"

Ya'er tidied her disheveled hair and glanced at Gawain upon hearing this: "Of course, I'm wary of those guys who just randomly come and disturb my sleep. So, what do you want?"

As soon as Ya'er finished speaking, His expression suddenly changed, His expression tightened, and magical ripples appeared in His hands as He looked warily in Gawain's direction.

Almost simultaneously, without any attempt at concealment, an unfamiliar voice rang out from the two staffs strapped to Gawain's back, carrying a hint of surprise and amusement:

"Hahahaha, no need to be so tense, fellow clansman. I'm just curious. It's the first time I've heard that giant beasts, like humans, take a nap every day. And if my feeling just now was right, you were really resting, not just closing your eyes and pretending to sleep to pass the time?"

"It's really interesting. For beings like us, if we want to rest and relax, we can easily spend hundreds or thousands of years resting once we close our eyes. I've even met some of my sleepy companions who sleep until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble, until the end of time. But you're different. You've forcibly broken your [hibernation] into such fragmented pieces, it's just like those mortals who hunch over their desks for ten minutes during breaks between classes. Forget about getting a good night's sleep, doing this will probably only make you more tired, right?"

Why do something that's completely thankless and exhausting?

"Why do you try so hard to blend in with those tiny lives?"

The voice, which claimed to be of the same kind as Yeragand, didn't reveal any hostility in its questioning, but it carried an unsettling and repulsive arrogance and indifference. This caused Ya'er's already furrowed brows to furrow even deeper.

He didn't answer the question posed by the voice, but stared intently at a lion carrying a staff, seemingly waiting for Gawain to provide an explanation.

And Gao Wen lived up to expectations by giving his answer:

"I forgot to introduce you, Yeragand. This is [Chronus], a distant relative of yours, and also a behemoth."

"Don't be fooled by his arrogant manner and how powerful he seems. What's here is just a fragment of Him. He can't threaten you at all. Without help, He wouldn't even be able to directly influence the outside world with these two staffs. He's just using his seniority to intimidate inexperienced behemoths like you. Don't take him seriously."

Ya'er was stunned, somewhat taken aback, and before she could speak, she heard the nameless behemoth that Gawain called "Chronology" roar in anger:

"Beast Lord, that's not what we agreed on!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, why the change in address? When you asked me to help you get up the mountain, you called me Gawain, but now that we're up here and you've met Yeragand, you're calling me Lord of the Beasts! Are there big bastards among the giant beasts?"

"you!"

"What do you mean 'you'? If you're so capable, why don't you come up yourself? You made me hang on the cliff for ages. Do you know how cold the wind is at night?"

"I! We agreed..."

"I'm sorry, what did we agree on?"

Gawain grinned and let out a few hums.

"Don't even mention that we didn't agree on anything at all. Even if we did agree on something, so what? I am Victoria's totem!"

[Time Sequence]: "........."

Having said that, He truly had nothing more to say. Having traveled the land with Mostima for several years, though He didn't care much, He had indeed gained a good understanding of "this land" from a human perspective, and naturally could understand which four characters the name of the country Victoria was basically equivalent to—( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

Therefore, the impact of Gawain's words is like that of a debate on a forum, where someone starts by saying "I don't have a horse," which is like giving themselves a full resistance buff from the very beginning, making it virtually impossible for subsequent attacks to break through their defense.

After all, the essence of a debate is to protect one's parents, and one cannot naturally attack something that does not exist at all.

"Hoo—" With a long sigh, [Time Sequence] also came to its senses. Unconsciously, it had been influenced by humans. If it were before, before its true form was skinned and ripped apart by that little cat Egg Roll, this small provocation should not have caused any emotional fluctuations at all.

After all, if He had even a little bit of temper, He wouldn't be completely without it! Just watching the little cat Egg Roll extinguish its own physical life without any reaction, and then going back to work for the Sarkaz, that's something that would make capitalists weep and slave owners shake their heads. He's the ultimate pendulum king, a pure amusement person!

Coming to his senses, [Chronology] decided to ignore Gawain, who had chosen his team in an instant and eagerly offered his "shoulder" as a sign of loyalty to Jeragand, and instead shifted his attention from his staff to Jeragand.

Ya'er's expression was somewhat strange.

To be more precise, His CPU is a bit overheated right now.

When Gawain's staff suddenly revealed the will of a giant beast, Ya'er's first reaction was that Gawain had actually become a traitor!

The people of Sherag are simple and honest, and there have really been very few traitors. Let alone traitors who openly betray the great god Yeragand. For a moment, Ya'er even felt a little sad.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, it trusted Gawain quite a bit. After all, while the guy seemed unreliable, the little girl he brought was Ernst's favorite, and there was a clear possibility of her advancing further. And it, despite constantly complaining, never slacked off in its work. Places like Laterano, which Jeragand didn't even go to, were places Gawain voluntarily went to protect Vina and Ernst.

If it betrays us, although it may not seem to have any concrete impact on Jeragand, it will still make us feel uneasy.

But before He could even grieve, Gawain delivered a backstab right there in the middle of the scene, nearly stunning the behemoth's consciousness within the staff.

He felt he should laugh out loud, but also felt a little uncomfortable.

Tsk, Victorians, they always seem to have no bottom line.

Ya'er sighed inwardly, then said seriously:

"So what exactly are you here for? [Chronology]?"

“Yelagand, didn’t I already state my problem from the beginning?” [Chronology] replied, “Forcing yourself to adapt to the pace of human life and fragmenting your rest time is simply not going to work. Even if it allows you to stay awake for a little longer, once you fall asleep again, all that accumulated fatigue will only come rushing back in even greater force! What is the point of all this effort to adapt to humans?”

"I'm willing! What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to say: a behemoth should live like a behemoth!" [Chronology] said. "Let me stay in Sherag. My powers are related to time. If you agree, I can use subjective time delay to help you solve your problem of insufficient rest. You will no longer have to worry about sleeping too much. With me here, every second is better than a year!"

Behemoth fragments, being sold online!

Chapter 253 Kal'tsit: I thought you were a fan of fantasy, but I didn't expect you to want the whole collection.

Shelag, Tukarim.

When Rhodes Island sailed back into Sherag, the surroundings had changed drastically.

The streets have become much cleaner, the houses much more orderly, and there are clearly many more tourists who are not locals.

Even Amiya couldn't help but be surprised and amazed: "We've been going back and forth between Shelag and Columbia, practically watching Tukarim be rebuilt bit by bit into what it is today, but when we think back to how it was just a backward little town a year ago, it's still incredible. The changes are just too great!"

Kal'tsit understood Amiya's surprise, of course. She was still a twelve-year-old child, and in her short life, Sherag was perhaps the first country that had developed into what it was today before her very eyes.

Sherag is ancient, its kingdom so long that only Sargon and Great Yan can rival it on the present-day Terra. Yet Sherag is also young, an absentee of countless great eras, only now belatedly stepping out of its mother's cradle, blinking its eyes as it begins to explore this world that has long since changed beyond recognition.

Kal'tsit didn't share Amiya's astonishment. The rise of a nation was something she had witnessed more than once in her long, almost nonexistent life, and she had even personally helped or suppressed it on more than one occasion. But even so, she had to treat Kel'Thuzad differently.

Other national leaders don't have Ernst's peculiar collecting habits!

Kal'tsit felt she was getting used to Ernst's bizarre hobby. So what if he collected two Sarkaz? It wasn't really a big deal. After all, the root of the Sarkaz, the most important [Demon Lord], was still on Rhodes Island. Even if Ernst could gather all ten royal courts, he wouldn't be able to actually use the Sarkaz for anything.

Besides, he can't possibly collect them all, can he? He can't, can he? Probably not?

Rubbing her temples, forcibly stopping the unreliable worries in her mind, Kal'tsit looked at Amiya standing on the bridge deck, curiously examining the new map Carim, and a faint, pixel-perfect smile appeared on her face:

"Amiya, the unloading work at Rhodes Island will take some time. If you want to take this opportunity to visit Tucarim, go early and come back early."

Amiya turned around with some surprise and nodded gratefully: "Thank you, Teacher Kal'tsit!"

The little rabbit dashed off into the ship's passageway, leaving Kal'tsit alone with a somewhat helpless smile.

Amiya is still not mature enough, perhaps due to the Demon King Black Crown amplifying her emotions. Amiya's emotions are more sensitive and she wears her heart more readily than her peers. This is not a problem for a 12-year-old child; in fact, it's endearing. However, for an organization's leader, it's hardly a good quality.

But what can Kal'tsit ask of a child?

Anyway, she still has plenty of energy, and her body is still able to move. At worst, she can just share some of the burden with Amiya.

"Speaking of sharing the burden, I forgot to remind Amiya that we should say hello to Ernst after unloading."

This batch of materials is now the penultimate one. Once the last batch of building materials shipped from Columbia to Shelag is transported and unloaded, the contract between Rhode Island and Shelag Ears will be officially finalized! The next thing to consider is something else.

For example, should Rhodes Island also set up an office in Kjerag and leave a few operators there so that they can keep in touch with Ernst at any time?

Kal'tsit leans towards the idea that it's necessary. Kerrig's current development is promising, and the internal situation is relatively stable. The only potential hidden danger is that in the near future, when the Originium Industry system officially takes root in Kerrig, the byproduct of this industrial system—the Infected—will inevitably emerge.

Perhaps the people of Shelag don't care about those infected now, but what about the future? Without proper guidance, it's not impossible that Shelag's attitude towards those infected could gradually deteriorate under the influence of external ideologies.

This world is so unreasonable. If one person says that an infected person is a bad person, you might be able to argue. If a hundred people say that an infected person is a bad person, then most people will remain silent. But when a million people unanimously harbor malice and slander against an infected person, their words, actions, thoughts, and attitudes will inevitably affect the ten million people around them. Even the simple and honest Sherag people are not immune to this.

Kal'tsit knew that Yeragand treated all Sherags equally, but one couldn't rely solely on Yeragand for everything. Furthermore, merely using divine pronouncements to mitigate potential future conflicts between the Infected and ordinary people wasn't true reconciliation, but simply suppression. Only proper guidance, helping people understand that there was no difference between the Infected and ordinary people except for their pathological differences, could truly resolve this artificially escalated conflict.

However, this is not something that Ernst, who is infected, can necessarily do better than Rhode Island, a professional medical institution for infected individuals.

"But to be honest, I don't really want to go there."

Kal'tsit muttered something to herself.

She actually had a very good impression of Ernst. The young man was humble and polite, knew how to conduct himself, and had done many amazing things. It was said that he had even written a science fiction novel. Kelsey had no interest in the barren science fiction ideas that the Terrans had developed after the sky and the sea were locked, nor had she read Ernst's works, but this at least proved that he was quite accomplished in literature.

The only reason she didn't want to see Ernst was because it wasn't good for her heart.

I'm too old to handle that kind of shock anymore.

But Amiya had already run off, and Kal'tsit couldn't very well call her back. At this point, it was practically impossible for her to leave.

What other options are there? Let's go!

Taking a deep breath, Kal'tsit turned and walked towards the bridge gate—

.............

"I'm stupid, really."