Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

A super weapon that can destroy a planet in one fell swoop;

Modify the fundamental constants so that truth is no longer a miracle of truth;

And the completely incomprehensible, bizarre creation of fitting an entire galaxy into a small card;

Each one of them is something that should never appear in Felin, at least in the cognition of these sages, it is something that should never appear in Felin.

After watching Drogo's memory fragments, the sages of the Soul Raisers began a heated discussion.

Discuss what the hell Drogo is.

“An ancient god, it must be an ancient god. Legend has it that before the war of gods, there were more primitive gods, and he must be one of them.” The sage’s voice trembled as he spoke.

Far in the northwest of the continent, in an ancient castle in the capital of the Principality of Brinton, in a hidden basement, the knight was lying on the soul-raising consciousness device, his robe soaked with sweat.

As one of the sages of the Soul Ascenders, he thought it was just an ordinary meeting, but he didn't expect to see such a horrifying memory.

At this moment he wanted to get off the plane and run away.

He didn't know whether their presumptuous act of snooping into memories had aroused the anger of "Drogo", and whether he could withstand the other party's wrath.

"Calm down, my comrades," the great sage said, "I have already warned you. Since you have chosen to face the truth, what you need to do now is to solve the problem calmly."

As the leader of the organization, he was calmer than the others, of course because he had seen it all before.

When he watched this memory yesterday, his reaction was not very calm.

The other sages calmed down a little and asked, "Can you confirm the authenticity of these memory fragments?"

The Great Sage tapped the table and answered slowly, "Yes, I have not found any means to directly forge or modify the memories stored in the Great Library. Moreover, even if it was modified, it might even be intentional for us to see. Since He was able to do it without any of us noticing, it proves that His strength is far beyond our imagination. If He is not a god, then He is almost one."

The sages' way of addressing Drogo has changed from "he" to "Him", which is an uncertain term.

The conference room fell silent again.

What the great sage said is indeed very reasonable.

The oppressive silence lasted for several minutes before someone spoke again.

"Is there a possibility that Drogo is not a god from the old days, but a life form from another planet? Otherwise, why would there be so many images of the starry sky in his memory?"

"Life from other planets? There is life in those stars in the sky. Aren't they still gods?" another sage retorted.

In the cognition of most races in Felin, the stars are where the gods stay, and that is what the myths and legends say.

"Perhaps he is a god who failed in the war between gods but was not destroyed. He fled and now comes back for revenge."

"If that's the case, then He has nothing to do with us, and we are looking for the Magic Goddess."

The wise men discussed intensely, and suddenly realized that this matter was not so terrible after all.

Because the Soul Raisers had already approached Drogo once, but the sage they sent out died, and Drogo did not choose to wipe out their entire organization, and he did not even take any action.

For a long time, Drogo has been doing his own thing, selling toys, filming magic movies, and making games.

In other words, the other party may not care about them at all.

Perhaps building the Internet is a channel for His ascension to Godhead, and that is what He really cares about.

The greatest contempt is to ignore.

Perhaps the actions of the Soul Ascenders are just minor and insignificant actions in the eyes of that great unknown being.

The discussion was almost over when the great sage concluded, "Let's assume that he is an extraordinary ancient god. Then first of all, his identity cannot be made public. Do you agree?"

"Agree." The sages present answered one after another.

Since Drogo did not reveal his identity, they should not make it public to avoid making enemies.

"Secondly, all research work on deciphering his memory should be suspended for the time being."

"Well, but we have been doing this for so long." A sage was not very willing. In recent times, his main energy has been invested in studying memory, and he has found many interesting things.

Before the great sage could answer, another sage directly refuted: "Can you guarantee what His attitude will be after He finds out that we are studying His memory? We were lucky that we didn't get retaliated against in the last attempt, but if it's your turn to dig deep into His memory, would you be willing to have your memory studied in this way?"

The wise man opened his mouth but said nothing.

The pressure brought by the unknown is still too strong.

"Very good, it seems everyone agrees. Then the last point is that from now on, all Ascended Souls are forbidden to take the initiative to contact Drogo. Moreover, we must find a way to express our goodwill and do it for Him to see. If He finds our entire organization, or even the Sanctuary, he will understand that we have no ill will towards it. What do you think?"

Show kindness without contact.

"I have an idea." A new sage with little experience spoke up.

"explain."

"Since we temporarily believe that Drogo is an ancient god, gods should all need faith. We can build a temple for Drogo in the sanctuary, cast a statue, and even offer sacrifices to him."

"Our goal is to create a god, but now we have to worship a foreign god?" The other sages were not satisfied with this plan.

"I think it's okay." The great sage said.

"But, Great Sage!"

"When you were outside the sanctuary, didn't you act like you believed in the goddess of magic?"

One sentence shuts up the conversation.

Seeing that the other party no longer refuted, the great sage said: "Okay, now let's vote. Those who agree to build the temple and statue of Drogo in the Holy Land raise your hands."

After a few seconds, all the sages raised their hands.

There was no need to count the votes. The Great Sage said directly: "Start preparing the plan and complete it as soon as possible. It is the highest priority. If there is nothing else, let's end today's meeting here."

"And one more thing!"

"what?"

"If we don't contact Drogo anymore, what will happen to our plan to collect the source?"

It refers to the war that the Roman Empire is about to launch, and the offensive against Sutton is an important part of it.

But now the biggest obstacle has appeared. Drogo is in Sutton, right at the place where Loman was first preparing to attack.

Hearing this question, the Great Sage was stunned for a moment before answering: "I will adjust the battle plan. We can succeed without Sutton."

After saying this, without waiting for the other sages to respond, the great sage left the holy land on his own.

He had enough problems today.

In the secret room behind the study in the castle of the Roman Imperial Capital, Emperor Roman stood up from the soul-raising device, rubbed his forehead, and sighed helplessly.

Now the entire battle plan needs to be overhauled.

This part is still an easy task, but the greater difficulty is that the faith of the soul-ascending people has been impacted.

Their ideal is to create gods through human power, and to achieve man-made miracles by combining the consciousness of countless people.

But if the real miracle is what it appears to be in Drogo's memory, then their consciousness becoming a god is just like a toy.

Even if they succeed in the end, what's the use facing something that can destroy the world in an instant?
The grand ideals that the Ascendants had pursued for generations suddenly became less grand.

Even, very small. As the emperor of Roman and the leader of the Soul Ascenders, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, like quicksand sucking him tightly and gradually swallowing him up.

Sitting next to the equipment, he lowered his head and pondered for a long time.

Two thoughts were conflicting in my mind: just let it go and forget about the grand plan.

Just keep moving forward and don't give up on your goals just because there are other things at a higher level.

He chose the latter.

He is the emperor of the Roman Empire, he cannot lose his fighting spirit.

When he walked out of the secret room, his eyes were very determined. He called the attendant and said, "Inform Duke Wilton that the plan to attack the northern border of Sutton has been temporarily shelved. There are other important tasks for him. Then contact the foolish prince of Sutton and ask him to be a good crown prince. The plan is terminated and do not act on your own. Do not take any unauthorized actions, otherwise the cooperation will end. Be fierce and tough in your words."

The emperor was afraid that if the warning was not strong enough, the prince, who was not very smart, would impulsively do something stupid.

"Notify Sutton's spies to prepare for evacuation and cut ties with the prince at any time."

After making all these arrangements, the emperor closed his eyes and rested, thinking about what adjustments should be made to the war plan, whether to introduce some Drogo Group business projects in Loman, and another troublesome matter, building a temple for Drogo...

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"Do you think future generations will erect a statue of me?"

In Waterdeep, at Drogo's home, facing Flynn who was working at her desk studying new spells, Drogo suddenly said this.

"Why would we erect a statue of you?"

"The father of the Internet, the creator of Magic Shadow, the god of games! Isn't it worthy for those universities to commemorate me?"

"You can pay for one for yourself in Hogwarts. You can build any kind of statue, or as many as you want." Fulin said in a light tone.

"What's the point of setting up an event for yourself? What's the difference between that and a celebrity hiring someone to pretend to be a fan to pick him up?"

Fulin raised her head for a rare moment, "Are there any celebrities doing this?"

Drogo nodded. "Of course. This is a serious business. Many people rely on it to make extra money."

Flynn sniffed, feeling that Drogo's definition of seriousness might be a little different from most people's.

"Can you please stop studying those spells?" Seeing that Fulin was about to dive into the notes on the table again, Drogo said with a hint of resentment, "Those spells won't go away."

But Flynn ignored Drogo.

He has been here disturbing her research for two hours. The fact that she is not angry can only be attributed to her deep feelings for him.

After leaving the sanctuary, Drogo opened up to Flynn all the spells that God had left in his mind that he could now view.

Then she became completely addicted.

In Fulin's words, it was like opening the door to a new world.

However, in Drogo's opinion, those things were not that useful.

Although the spell knowledge is indeed advanced, most of it involves high-level spells.

Spells above the ninth ring cannot be used.

What's the point of researching if you can't use it?

The remaining large number of basic principles are very abstract, involving essential concepts, and there are still many missing links before they can be put into practical use.

Simply put, there is no way to make money directly from it.

It was not as good as the contents he found from the Soul Ascender's Sanctuary.

It’s not easy to go to the Holy Land. Well, it’s not that easy now. I can go there whenever I want.

In short, leaving without taking anything with him was not in Drogo's style.

But everything in the sanctuary is virtual and conscious, so the only thing you can take away is knowledge.

So Drogo absorbed knowledge in the great library of the Soul Raisers.

He doesn't try to understand, but just memorizes things. This makes good use of his strengths: his memory is maxed out, but his intelligence is limited.

Not long after entering the Sanctuary, Drogo realized that this thing definitely had great potential in gaming.

True virtual reality!
It involves multiple senses and there is no need to move in reality. It is far superior to VR devices.

After bringing back the Soul Ascender's technology, they found that it was not so easy to put it into use.

First of all, creating a space similar to the Sanctuary requires a lot of time, far exceeding the normal game production cycle.

Secondly, login devices are difficult to popularize.

Therefore, there is still a long way to go before it can be put into official commercial use, but it does not affect Drogo's decision to form a team and attempt to build such a virtual space. It's just that there will be no results in the short term.

Boring——

Drogo shrank back onto his mat.

Is there anything big happening? Just have fun.

Eh? Drogo suddenly remembered that according to the previous intelligence, the North should be facing the enemy soon.

Where is the Duke of Wilton's army? Where is the succession to the Sutton throne? It's time...

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The Prince's residence in the Royal City of Sutton.

There was no servant in the study, only the prince and his foreign mentor, who was also Loman's spy.

"What do you mean by 'be a good crown prince'?"

The prince was in a state of impotent rage. He threw all kinds of books all over the floor and kicked over several chairs.

"If I wait any longer, I will no longer be the crown prince!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, with veins bulging out on his neck.

The study has been set up with a soundproof array, so people outside will not be able to hear it.

"Be a good crown prince and don't act on your own." The foreign mentor simply repeated Emperor Roman's orders calmly.

In fact, he looked down on the prince. Although Roman did use the prince to do a lot of things, the Roman people looked down on traitors, even if they were traitors instigated by themselves.

“Don’t act on your own? Hahaha…”

The prince was already laughing out of anger.

"The order has been conveyed. If you do anything out of line, our cooperation will end."

"Who do you think you're talking to! I'm Prince Sutton. I'm Prince Sutton! The future King of Sutton!"

"You need to calm down." The tutor just said this and then left the study.

Seeing him leave, the prince breathed heavily.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Without you, I can still become the King of Sutton..." (End of this chapter)