Galliot Duchy’s West Coast, Broken Star Sea Coast Zone.
The terrain here is rugged and uneven, and the ecosystem is more complex than other places. There are lush woodlands, fiercely competitive fields, and dry deserts not too suitable for biological habitation.
The ti ca to a sumr night.
Even in the seemingly barren desert, it doesn’t appear peaceful.
Nocturnal creatures under the sand take advantage of the cooling of the heated sand, rustling out from their hiding places. Then, the eternal cruel the of nature plays out—"eat and...be eaten."
And in this desert, a fleshy shrub plant three ters tall also begins its action under the night.
A purple flower bud at the top gently trembles.
The flower tube slowly rises, the purple coat gently opens, and then, a snow-white flower composed of more than twenty petals, like a princess under the night, gradually blooms.
A burst of refreshing fragrance wafts out along with it.
In such a barren place, such beauty can bloom out, not only pleasing the eye but truly astonishing to the extre.
Unfortunately...this epiphyllum won’t wait for anyone to admire it, for it has a blooming period of only three short hours, soon to wither.
Without surprise, as that ti point approaches little by little, the tiniest ends of the petals have begun to curl slightly, and the flower crown is slowly closing.
The epiphyllum’s pure yet transient life is soon to beco a thing of the past.
Right at this mont.
The cloud clusters in the sky suddenly scatter, and pure moonlight dyes the whole world silvery white.
In the constant flowing of moonlight, it seems like many sparkling things are sprinkled, drifting in hundreds of directions within a hundred kiloters.
A tiny speck the size of a rice grain happens to fall on this epiphyllum, then rges into it like an intangible phantom.
The withering of the epiphyllum halts abruptly.
One second, two seconds...a minute passed.
Flap-flap—
A half-light essence little figure with the snow-white epiphyllum atop its head, flutters four leaf-like wings, suddenly flying up from the wooden stem.
It cluelessly spins a circle in mid-air, then under a strange feeling guiding its heart, sowhat awkwardly flaps its wings, flying in a certain direction.
"Wow! Aunt Angie, this little white guy is so beautiful!"
A child nad Kristin shouts excitedly, jumping and bouncing.
Beside.
All sorts of cute little figures crowned with beautiful flowers are gracefully dancing around silver-haired Angie.
At her feet, there are winged lynxes, foxes with lively eyes, light clusters with leaf-shaped appendages...spinning in circles.
Even if Kristin desperately tries to capture their attention, it has no effect whatsoever.
"It succeeded, it seems the ’Flower Elves’ are the most compatible with the [Seed of Birth]."
Angie opened her right hand, and the most beautiful epiphyllum little figure descended, affectionately rubbing the girl’s fair palm, babbling as if telling her sothing.
The "Life Tree School" rises to Tier 4, requiring the creation of an unprecedented "Intelligent Races" from nothing, then guiding them to build communities for stable reproduction.
Initially, Angie already had experience assisting Aiven in creating [Faceless Man] and [Werewolf], and researched the [Eternal Essence] and [Fire of Creation] Aiven obtained from the "Animal Kingdom" of "Broken Star Sea."
Especially recently gained "Corrupting Blood" from the "Spider Night Spirit" gave her imnse inspiration.
Thus, an original life embryo nad [Seed of Birth] based on [Golden Chain] was born.
Borne by moonlight, the [Seed of Birth] can combine with various forms of life in the Material World to beco new species—[Fairies] also called [Demons].
Flower Elves, Tree Elves, Cat Elves, Fox Spirits...plants, animals, and more.
"It was worth adjusting the spiritual origin trajectory of the New Continent in advance; this wave of fairies has excellent talent and is far more pleasing than those originally fierce ’Natural Spirits.’"
No matter what creature stands before Aiven, He can look through them entirely, with no secrets in their genetic information whatsoever.
Race, gender, blood type, potential mutations, genetic disorders, talents...even more aware than the body’s owner themselves.
Hence, behold, fairies, I can see from one glance that you are not human!
Previously created [Werewolves], [Faceless n], no matter how they change, humans remain their main structure and essence.
But these [Fairies] are different.
No matter what their original form was, the [Golden Chain] within them now is very similar; they have already beco the sa kind, all belonging to the new species "Fairies."
In other words, Angie’s "Intelligent Race" creation plan has succeeded.
Pop—!
Unable to express the joyous emotion, the duo of ntor and disciple couldn’t resist high-fiving in celebration.
Aiven then turned to look beside him, where Olivia, dressed in a strapless gauze dress with a sapphire hairpin holding up shiny black hair, was also bathed in moonlight.
At this mont, the girl, like her mother, gradually begins to emit light from inside out.
Similarly, at the Peak Level of an Upper-Rank Wizard, she begins to transform into a Non-human, her bones turning transparent like gemstones, her body becoming clear with a gemstone texture.
Once the entire body transforms into a perfect humanoid gemstone, they will possess all the properties of gemstones and acquire the most coveted ability of the "Gem School" wizards — [Material-Free Casting]!
Unlike her mother’s normal transformation, Olivia’s forehead gradually develops a genuine teardrop-shaped gemstone, resembling a touch of cold moonlight.
Becoming increasingly like a Moonlight Goddess descended to the mortal world.
Upon noticing Aiven looking over, she touched her smooth forehead hesitantly: "Do I look a bit odd?"
"Not at all, you’re extrely beautiful!"
For this [God of All Things Fertile] Aiven, his aesthetic range continues to expand.
Even two seemingly similar trees can appear distinctly beautiful or alluring in his eyes.
More loving toward the world.
Even if Olivia truly developed a third eye, Aiven might find it gorgeous beyond asure — possibly a minor side effect of the [Natural Divine Position].
Additionally, the "Gem School" seeks advancent.
Apart from continually absorbing the spirituality within Extraordinary Gemstones for essence transformation, they must organize their capability system and leave their imprint on this world.
The Nymph no longer needs to prepare herself.
At this mont, around her floats the shadow of a battleship, layer upon layer of [Little Thousand Worlds] unfold and close, and the [Mythical Battleship: Illusion City] lies hidden within her Dream Realm.
This creation is her strongest imprint on this world.
Olivia, who falls behind a step, is also in tight preparation.
Opening the [Gate of Hidden Treasures] and the treasury within [Illusion City], she fully activates [Soul Returning Technique] to create life miracles akin to the Three-no Girl Baihe.
Naturally, Aiven, as the steadfast support of his wife, contributes 80% of the necessary spirituality infusion, relying on his demigod essence.
"Very good, the promotion ti should be by the end of this year. Once you all advance to Tier 4, we’ll begin exploration beyond the Door."
The [Golden Compass] is fully assembled, and the long-delayed plan should finally be scheduled.
"No problem!"
Just then, Aiven’s eyebrows furrow suddenly, and he projects the scene transmitted via the [Mind Network] directly to everyone.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
In the scene, a [All-Heavy Cannon Battleship] flying the Golden Palm Federation flag attacks an island marked by the Hilus Fla Banner.
Most importantly, the island also bears the shield-shaped flag of [Monarch’s Shield].
The transmitted signal is crystal clear — provocation!
Upon seeing this, Liweina’s delicate eyebrow slightly arches:
"Hehe, those Evil Gods and the loyal dogs of ’Eye of Wealth’ really can’t sit still.
Do they think that after removing the deterrent force of the God, the [International Democratic Alliance] is qualified to challenge the current ’Sea Monarchy’?"
Just an eye expression of a True God would cause a profound influence in the Material World.
Following the previous brief but fierce battle between two True Gods, a new agreent was reached among the gods.
Throughout the Material World, the Seven Gods start restraining their demigod power, prohibiting demigods from overpowering the weak as well, even between equal levels, combat should be avoided.
The Evil God faction doesn’t want unexpected incidents before the second wave affecting the plan; ’Sea Monarchy’ and other True Gods believe in facing the Era Catastrophe, engaging in aningless battles bears no significance.
They prefer collecting [World’s Favor] diligently.
Whether it’s the nascent "Broken Star Sea" exploration plan or the robustly growing "Electric Industrial Revolution," unexpected injections of external power aren’t welcod.
Naturally.
On stage again are the inevitable large-scale arms race and military confrontation between the capitalist democratic countries of the [International Democratic Alliance] and monarchic countries of the [Monarch’s Shield]!
However.
Aiven isn’t known for leniency, fully embracing human world contest rules.
Strongly influenced by his own stance.
He’s far from believing he’s contradicting historical progression.
Presently, the proletariat remains too weak, and of course, he must shoulder the historical mission of resisting major capitalists and bankers.
Yes, the historical mission to hang them all on lampposts!
"Didn’t the young Empress Dowager Teresa recently wish for further military sales opening? I think the [Dreadnought] can be offered to our allies."
Liweina’s beautiful eyes gleam with amusent, looking at Aiven jokingly:
"Oh? That pitiable little darling?"
Olivia, Angie, the Nymph, and Anita simultaneously perked up their ears.
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