Chapter 184: Quasi-Star, Ignition (Second Update)
Lost Island, Elf Royal Court.
“Did you hear? Elder Heiser seems to have returned.”
“Yes, and not only that, she also mobilized a large amount of resources exclusively for the Council Hall elders, seemingly to carry out some grand plan.”
“I heard she named this plan—’Spark’, and has recruited many tribesmen to assist with it.”
“But even though she is an elder of the Golden Elf tribe, spending so many resources for that nonsensical plan is quite a waste.”
“Indeed. She always talks about the future of the Elf Race, but in reality, she’s just wasting resources unrealistically. In my opinion, the directions and goals set by the previous elders of the Council Hall should have been stopped long ago.”
“Speaking of which, did you hear the news?”
“What news?”
“It’s said that Elder Heiser brought back someone from outside the Lost Island this time… an alien race.”
“Whether it’s the arcane arts and magic she’s been promoting in the Royal Court since her return, or the ‘Spark Plan’.”
“It’s said that both are from the bewitchment of that alien race…”
“Absurd! So, as an elder of the Golden Elf tribe, she’s just letting herself be bewitched by that alien race, allowing them to arbitrarily squander the extraordinary resources the Royal Court spent so much effort to conserve? Have the other elders of the Council Hall not intervened?”
“It won’t be long now until the Council Hall meeting convenes.”
“I think at that time, other elders will surely step forward to impeach Elder Heiser.”
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Shaya sat in the house arranged for him by Heiser, sensing the subtle, complex commotion from all directions reaching his ears. His release of mental power was indeed limited on the Lost Island. However, the enhancement to his physical fitness derived from the Soul Pact had not diminished in the slightest, and his hearing was no exception.
“Awooo~ (Shaya, you’re helping them, why are they talking about you like this?)”
The small black dragon perched on Shaya’s head, flapping its pitch-black dragon wings, cried out in confusion. Due to the eternal night veil and suppression on the Lost Island, Shaya’s other familiars were reluctant to show themselves. Not only was their strength suppressed by the forbidden rules, but the place itself was also dark and gloomy, not fun at all. It was better to stay in the Soul Pact Space and sleep. Thus, only Ye, the sole familiar, remained by Shaya’s side. Although the xenophobic rules against alien races outside the Elf Race also applied to Ye, its racial rank was very high, being a genuine mythical species, so the impact on it was relatively small. As for the eternal night that other familiars disliked, for Ye, the Dragon of Darkness who was naturally adept at manipulating shadows, it felt as comfortable as returning home. Of course, the main reason it chose to stay out was Shaya. Now, no other familiars were competing for Shaya’s attention. Ye alone enjoyed the top of Shaya’s head, his shoulders, and his lap, enjoying wherever it pleased to be every day, living a supremely comfortable life. As the Dragon of Darkness, even not yet adult, Ye’s physical fitness was also top-tier, and those discussions naturally did not escape its ears. To Ye, this was completely unable to understand. As a contractor who was of one mind with Shaya, Ye knew very well that both the Golden Elf and Shaya had come to the Lost Island, shrouded in darkness, with good intentions. However, in the mouths of those elves, Shaya was portrayed as an unspeakable, outside demon who bewitched the elders of the Council Hall. They believed he was bringing disaster and suffering to this world.
“It’s quite normal,” Shaya rubbed Ye’s head. “Those seniors of Heiser’s irresponsibly dumped the mission and responsibility of being the savior of the Elf Race onto her shoulders. And my beginner Shī Jiang, who wouldn’t refuse at all, foolishly accepted it all. Presenting herself as a hero, or even a savior of the entire Elf Race, she used her frail shoulders to single-handedly carry the future and destiny of an entire race. But, she forgot one thing. Eyes accustomed to darkness can no longer tolerate the glare of sunlight. And heroes are never necessarily understood by the world. Regardless of whether what you do is good or bad.”
Shaya’s words paused slightly. Of course, if there were no external interference—the inhabitants of the Lost Island would instinctively fear the light out of habit and resist and oppose it. However, if they were guided and corrected over a long period, they would eventually get back on the right track. But if, on top of that, there was guidance from those with ulterior motives, then in specific circumstances, the evil lurking in the hearts of the people would completely spiral out of control. And then transform into a surging, overwhelming malice that would completely engulf people.
Shaya’s gaze fell upon the mechanical construct before him. It was an incredibly massive ore furnace, inscribed with countless energy storage and transformation formations. It could convert the energy from large amounts of extraordinary ores into pure magic crystals. These high-purity magic abilities, refined from the minerals, would be directly connected through complex pipelines to the highest point of the Lost Island—the mountain peak that bore the branches of the World Tree. According to the division of labor between Shaya and Heiser, Shaya was responsible for building the ore furnace for power supply within the Royal Court. Heiser, on the other hand, would build a colossal solar furnace on the mountain peak of the Lost Island, mimicking the principle of Shaya’s previous solar furnace, but on a scale hundreds of times larger, sufficient to illuminate the entire Lost Island. This was the truth behind the “Spark Plan” spoken of by the populace. When the giant solar furnace on the mountain peak was ignited, it would become a new sun for this Lost Island—a “Quasi-Star”. And after months of effort and preparation, the “Spark” plan was finally progressing towards its end, close to completion. Shaya looked at the massive ore furnace before him, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
“Then, let’s begin.”
The next moment, Shaya reached out and gently pressed a button on the magic furnace before him. Simultaneously, a tiny magic factor was triggered, which then acted upon the entire furnace.
“Ignition.”
