1542 Morgany: Plans For The Future
World domination!
Everyone clapped thunderously, already envisioning the future.
What? You think this was an intention they sprung up all of a sudden?
Hahahahhaha~
Naive!
If one thinks that, they truly don't know how patient Morgany could be.
[Roll it, Narrator!]
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For hundreds and thousands of years, the 3 emperors belonging to the great continent of Morgany came together as one.
And with their new found unity, they began controlling the seas and recruited an uncountable number of lesser influential people belonging to the many worthless continents in Hertfilia.
But that didn't mean they weren't susceptible to defeat.
If everyone else ganged up against them, they would surely lose no matter how much they trained.
That's why they perfected the art of keeping everyone too fearful to rise up, while controlling world powers as they pleased.
They could probably take down 1 or 2 continents at once... But imagine all turning against them?
Morgany would surely lose.
And initially, things would've remained the same, with no hope in sight, until 700 years ago when the first ancient text was discovered.
Yes...
With this discovery, Morgany had spent the last 700 years planning and expanding their forces to an even bigger feat in the dark, all for the glorious day the Holy Core would be unveiled from its hiding place.
And now there was no stopping them!
All plans in the sacred vaults will be out of use, and anything or anyone who dared to stand in Morgany's way will only have one outcome to face... Death!
People~
Rise up for Morgany! Morgany is the way, the chosen ones of heaven, the truth, and the light!
No one, not even those Adonis worshippers, will be able to stop them now.
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Kavien smiled majestically.
"Everyone, it's the dawn of a new era... Morgany's era!"
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap!!!~
A thunderous bang of claps resounded across the arena-style hall.
You look at me; I look at you.
Everyone had a tactful and knowing smile, clapping as hard as they could.
Their chests swelled, their bodies trembling with goosebumps, and their breathing hoarse with excitement.
Their hearts pounded with the roar of a thousand beasts.
Have you ever felt so alive that you felt your entire soul quaking in glory?
Indescribable… Unexplainable…
It was even better than the ecstasy a woman could give.
Can you feel it?... Can you feel it screaming in your soul?
Some elderly people in the group felt their eyes listen, happy to be able to see such a day before they died.
Who didn't love their continent and their empire?
This was patriotism at its best.
In this world, at the age of 50~65, a majority of people who survived till now were already Grandfathers, great-grandfathers, and great-great-grandfathers.
At 50, they didn't really need a cane, as their abs and bodies were still good.
But well-decorated canes were a sign of prestige. These few old men had heard from their own great-grandparents and even great-great-grandparents about the secret mission to finding this Holy Core.
And now seated in the space, these men were filled with the sort of excitement that came when one was watching history unfold before their very eyes.
That is, even if they died now, they would be glad to go, knowing Morgany would become the rulers of this world.
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For 700 years, Morgany had been working out a rigorous structural plan of power across the world.
That's right!...
They already had a system in place for when things change.
And to start off, only they, true citizens of Morgany, would be at the top of the pyramid.
No matter how hard those in the other continents work, they would never be better than Morg.
That's right. Even a Morg peasant would have more rights than a Pyno Noble.
All good things will first go to those at the top classes of the Pyramid.
And of course, those who surrender peacefully will get find themselves in the middle of the Pyramid, not being slaves and also not considered Morg citizens.
No… They would just be called the Outsiders.
Again, those from other continents currently belonging to the T.O.E.P Society would, of course, stand higher than these they dubbed Outsiders.
Doing this would make these fools feel the need to work even harder for Morgany, never wanting to be like the Ordinary Outsiders.
And last but not least, those empires who dared to defy them and eventually get defeated would become slaves to Morgany.
But to keep things interesting, every 300 years, they decided to give these people a chance to change their slave status.
Hehehhehe~
These slave empires would get a chance to send a group of their best warriors into a brutal competition against their Morgany warriors.
Hey... Would they lose?
Hahahhaha~
Not a chance!
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Thinking of it all, everyone knew Morgany would never lose.
And this was the beauty of this fun-filled opportunity.
Dangle a bone before a group of desperate people and watch them fall into despair even more.
Hahahhaha~
Every 300 years, these people would get desperate, secretly training their successors to fight Morgany.
But if even now, Morgany was superior in talent, do you think things will change later?
Naive!
Morgany had battle researchers who worked tirelessly to develop new skills, research and improve already existing battle techniques.
These old men smiled, wishing they could cheat nature and extend their lives for another 310 years just to see the first group of slaves beg and fight like bothered dogs.
Hahahhahaha~
Kavien's words made everyone's blood boil.
"Gentlemen... Soon, the world will no longer be called Hertfilia, But Morgany!!!!"
Morgany!... Morgany!... The new world!...
Many chatted loudly as though cheering for Morgany itself.
Across the many continents, their plans were unfolding as they expected.
The only thing that irked them was the sudden emergence of this new place called Baymard.
But what did it matter?
What could such a puny empire do against them who now had the Holy Core?
Nothing!... Absolutely Nothing!
(V^V)
