"The Trailblazer helps us selflessly, yet has never sought to promote themselves."
"I watch as you all sing praises of Preservation, while they simply smile calmly, showing not a hint of resentnt."
"This silent generosity, in turn, makes feel ashad."
"I... I cannot turn a blind eye to it any longer!"
Cocolia's words were searing, her conviction carried on the ripples of the Path, branding themselves into the hearts of every soul listening.
In truth, she had been on the verge of saying more. She had wanted to demand, 'When has Preservation ever truly looked upon humanity? That is rely our own arrogant delusion.'
But in the end, she swallowed the words back down. She did not want to bring unnecessary trouble upon Leon and the Astral Express. also, uttering such a sentint would be disastrous for the stability of Belobog.
anwhile, Leon was watching the chat group.
Aha was already going absolutely wild with joy, frantically provoking Qlipoth.
[Aha: @Qlipoth, the planet that believes in you has rebelled!]
[Aha: Hahahaha, this Cocolia is too entertaining! It's a pity she didn't finish what she was saying—]
[Aha: Should Aha give her a little hand?]
[Fuli: Light Cone Record ]
[Fuli: Light Cone Record ]
[Leon:...Stop adding to the chaos.]
[Qlipoth:...]
Qlipoth, the Amber Lord, held its colossal hamr. It gazed at the city wall it was constructing, then cast a glance across the cosmos in the direction where Aha was laughing.
I'm hamring...
With a single, decisive motion, Qlipoth brought its hamr down on Aha.
The powerful, impossibly heavy strike shook the very firmant of the universe. An indescribable roar vibrated through the foundations of reality itself.
That was the will of Preservation—a blow of such magnitude that it was sufficient to define an era. The majestic aftershocks swept across countless light-years in an instant, jolting every powerful consciousness in the cosmos awake.
At the Interstellar Peace Corporation Headquarters...
"The Amber Lord!"
Taravan Keane, an Emissary of Preservation and the Director of the Material Logistics Departnt, shot to his feet. The brilliant light of the distant impact, traveling across the star sea, was reflected in his wide eyes.
That was the aura of the Amber Lord.
Who did the Aeon of Preservation just swing its hamr at?
Could it be... a war between Aeons was starting again?
Not since the end of the Swarm Disaster had anyone in the entire universe witnessed an Aeon take direct action. The last war between Aeons recorded in such detail was that very conflict, when multiple Aeons had joined forces to exterminate Tayzzyronth, the Aeon of Propagation.
Since then, an age of relative peace had settled. There had been no more wars between Aeons.
And now, who had provoked Qlipoth's wrath?
Every major faction across the galaxy felt a tremor of nervousness.
On the Xianzhou Luofu, a fox-eared girl stared anxiously in the direction of the hamr strike.
The Interstellar Peace Corporation, whose public slogan was the maintenance of universal peace, was now filled with fanatics shouting, "Everything for the Amber Lord!"
On Penacony, Sunday, who was carefully planning the birth of Order, clenched his fists tightly.
The four mbers of the Genius Society, who were in the midst of preparing the Simulated Universe, all had their expressions shift at once.
And on Amphoreus, a figure nad Lygus also looked toward the disturbance, his own fists tightening.
The action of a single Aeon could shift the balance of the entire universe. No one could afford to ignore the chain reaction that might follow—a reaction that could overturn the current cosmic landscape.
Aha, for its part, clearly hadn't expected the silent "blockhead" to actually retaliate. It took the hamr blow squarely, and the Aeon of Elation was instantly flattened into a comical, pancake-like shape.
However, the mont Qlipoth's giant hamr was withdrawn, the flattened form expanded with a whoosh, reinflating like a balloon and condensing back into Aha's original appearance.
"Hahahaha—!!!!!"
Aha's hearty, uninhibited laughter rang out, echoing throughout the entire universe. The wild peal of Elation exploded outwards, a ripple of a completely different nature, spreading through the cosmos alongside the lingering aftershocks of Preservation.
In that mont, everyone knew who had provoked Qlipoth.
It was Aha...
Oh. Then it's fine.
Did Aha provoke Qlipoth again?
Huh? Why did I say "again"?
"The God of Mirth? Please, I'm begging you, don't go to war with those lunatics from the Interstellar Peace Corporation... Old Sampo here can't handle that kind of heat," Sampo muttered to himself in Belobog, wiping away non-existent cold sweat from his brow.
In truth, the mont he sensed the Amber Lord swing its hamr, he had a sinking feeling. Good grief, it really was the God of Mirth. What in the worlds did it do to make the Aeon of Preservation that angry?
"Qlipoth, you've really changed since joining the group," Aha's voice, still carrying the lingering echoes of laughter, resounded through the worlds. "In the past, you only had walls in your eyes. Unless I was truly hindering your construction, you wouldn't bother to pay any mind, even if I were beating drums and gongs right in your ear."
"Now you actually swing your hamr because of a few words from ... Interesting, truly interesting!"
Countless factions began frantically analyzing the aning behind Aha's words.
What group? A chat group?
Qlipoth has changed?
What kind of chat group did Qlipoth join that could possibly change an Aeon?
A look of fanaticism flashed in Ruan i's eyes. She was curious, truly, deeply curious...
However, after that single clash, Qlipoth and Aha simply stopped.
As for the reason...
[Leon: Alright, alright, don't fight anymore. Give so face.]
Leon was speechless. How did they end up fighting out of nowhere?
Really... in the blink of an eye, an Amber Era had passed. How utterly comical.
The Amber Era is the universal calendar used throughout the galaxy, formulated and promoted by the Interstellar Peace Corporation. This calendar takes the estimated birth of Qlipoth, the Aeon of Preservation, as its epoch. It uses each swing of the Amber Lord's hamr as the standard for the beginning of a new era.
The interval between Qlipoth's hamr strikes is not fixed, causing the actual length of each Amber Era to fluctuate significantly. Using the Trailblaze calendar as a benchmark for conversion, one Amber Era is equivalent to approximately 76 to 240 standard years.
In other words... every ti the Amber Lord got into a fight, who knew how many Amber Eras would pass by. It was said that when the Amber Lord fought against Propagation, the battle lasted for a full three Amber Eras...
It was hard to say whether Tayzzyronth was durable or not.
If you said it was durable, it still only withstood three hamr strikes from the Amber Lord.
If you said it wasn't durable, it still managed to last for three whole Amber Eras.
[Qlipoth: Fine.]
[Aha: Aha feels like it's losing out by not fighting back.]
[Leon: You provoked it first.]
[Aha: Fine, fine, I'll give the group leader so face~ (T_T) Wuwuwu, Aha really has no face! Aha really has no face!]
This single hamr strike from Qlipoth did have an impact. Within the Interstellar Peace Corporation, certain factions began to quietly adjust their strategies toward the Masked Fools and other forces of Elation, with probing pressure surging like an undercurrent.
And the Masked Fools responded in kind... yeah, right.
The Fools were already busy fighting the Annihilation Gang and the IPC; they had no interest in tangling with Qlipoth's devout followers. Everyone in the organization was a mirth-seeker who followed the principle of "better you die than ," so they promptly broke up into smaller groups and slipped away.
Back in Belobog, having sensed the divine miracle of the Amber Lord's strike, Serval and Bronya were almost scared to death.
Cocolia, too, was feeling deeply apprehensive. She had only revealed a slight inclination away from their faith; surely that wouldn't be enough to attract the attention of an Aeon, right?
Fortunately, the foundation of Belobog remained unshaken, and the people's faith in Preservation had not collapsed. They were grateful for the salvation brought by the Trailblaze, but their awe of the Amber Lord was a fear etched deep into their very bones.
Henceforth, the nas "Trailblaze" and "Trailblazer" were deeply rooted in the people's hearts, coexisting with the ancient faith of Preservation.
Bronya and Serval exchanged a look, both sighing in relief. They had been terrified that Cocolia was about to utter those sharper, more heretical words.
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