Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 384 Ancient Memories
The high-ranking officials of the Pioneer Territory waited in the castle hall for more than an hour before Harvey, the lord, finally arrived.

"Everyone, I'm sorry I'm a little late."

Harvey walked straight to the high-backed chair on the stairs and sat down, waving to the people below. "I just went into a short period of deep meditation to completely integrate the magic core that I forcefully swallowed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, several high-level spellcasters immediately gasped.

Forcefully swallow...completely merge?
Ever since human spellcasters learned how to absorb and control magic from the dragon clan, no one has ever claimed that they can devour the magic for their own use.

For intelligent races with short lifespans, the magic power that can be absorbed into themselves through meditation is as insignificant as a tiny drop of water in the vast ocean.

This source of power that can enable mortals to ascend to the extraordinary realm cannot be underestimated. Any spellcaster who attempts to pursue the source of magic will inevitably suffer a ruthless backlash and eventually be annihilated in the long river of history.

Duncan's eyes were dazed as he muttered in a deep voice, "The ancient wizard kingdom's documents record that the dragon race, at the peak of their individual power, began to attempt to conquer the magical network's alternate dimension... but were met with a ruthless backlash from the magic power, and were ultimately completely overthrown and expelled by us, the enslaved short-lived species..."

Harvey shook his head and said, "The magic core we successfully captured didn't originate from the magical network's alternate dimension, but rather was a portion of its [Origin] that accidentally condensed after it invaded the real world."

He did not intend to take the initiative to mention the truth that he also possessed a part of the [Origin] power - after all, this was related to his strange identity as a time traveler, and was also closely related to the secrecy of the spellcaster forum.

"The moment I touched the core, I had a brief, deep connection with it," Harvey said in a serious tone. "It possesses intelligence and consciousness. Although I'm not sure where it came from, we can at least clarify one very important question..."

The magic core is not unique, but is widely distributed throughout the continent. Any area with a large magic stone vein is likely to hide a core fragment.

Reiner suddenly realized, "So... if I devour and fuse a portion of the magic core, I'll be able to connect with the beetles, who are also magical creatures... and gain the ability to control an entire colony of them? This is simply incredible!"

Harvey nodded, ending this relatively unimportant topic.

"But what I want to tell you next is another imminent and terrifying truth." Harvey stood up from his chair, a rare occurrence. He looked around at everyone with a serious expression and said, "When I devoured the magic core, I also absorbed some of the memory fragments it stored..."

He paused, then addressed the assembled audience, "I've reviewed numerous ancient texts and discovered that the southern continent, dominated by the human kingdom, and the northern wasteland, ruled by the demons, are separated by the insurmountable Divine Ridge Mountains. Consequently, for millions of years, there has been no merging of races. Whether it's writing, language, religious beliefs, or even the manipulation and application of magic, they are two completely different systems."

Egno laughed and interrupted, "My lord, that's not entirely true. Aren't evil orcs simply a low-quality hybrid of demons and orcs? Half-orcs like Captain Vaughn and his men are the product of a mixed bloodline of orcs and humans who migrated to the north."

He pointed at himself without hesitation and continued, "As for hybrids of human and elf like me, they are even more common in the Southern Continent..."

Harvey pinched his brows and explained in a deep voice: "That's true, but the problem lies in the memory I received from the magic core..." As Harvey spoke in a low voice, the senior figures of the pioneering leaders present were completely silent, and even their breathing seemed to stop temporarily.

The main continental area of this world is not the North and South borders separated by the Divine Spine Mountains that stretches across the center of the continent. North of the North Border, deep in the wilderness... there is an even more vast and boundless "Continental Center" whose area is dozens of times larger than the North and South Borders combined.

In the ancient times, which were even older than the Age of Dragons, almost all races that could be called intelligent life were born and multiplied from the center of the continent. Although the memory fragments absorbed from the magic core were very trivial, Harvey still saw clearly the glorious scene of the ancient times in the center of that continent where all races prospered and competed with each other.

"So, I suspect that when the wizard family of Arsdalen left the southern border and headed deep into the wilderness, they most likely learned this truth from some hidden ancient ruins, and decided to travel to the north to search for the forgotten center of the continent."

Asdalen gave a bitter laugh. "Since I was born, the Kingdom of Eternal Night has existed deep in the wasteland for at least a hundred years. It seems my ancestors never made it to the so-called center of the continent, but were trapped forever in the depths of the ice field."

"Wait!" The Eye of Illusion stood up in disbelief. "The traceable era of dragon rule is over a thousand years old, and the resistance war took place four or five hundred years ago... Doesn't that mean that our human race's history is as glorious and long-lasting as those long-lived divine creatures?"

The astrologer sighed softly, "I thought someone like Mr. Asdalen was a living witness to history. I never thought that compared to the eternity lost in the river of time, he would be like this..."

Duncan, the oldest among the group, sighed and said, "This also proves that my race...or rather, the human race, the elves, the dwarves, and the orcs, were all losers in the brutal competition for survival back then. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been driven from the so-called center of the continent to the southern border where we thrive now."

Harvey shook his head and said, "It's not just us. The Sea Clan and the Demon Clan were also expelled. They are essentially no different from us. What surprised me is that the Dragon Clan, whom we thought was tyrannical and lawless, is actually the indigenous inhabitants of the North and South Border Continents, and the other short-lived races are just despicable invading tribes..."

Everyone present fell into a long silence. The weak tribe failed in the competition and was expelled. After moving to the wasteland and southern border in a corner of the continent, they were also oppressed and ruled by the indigenous people because of their lack of strength. What else was there to say?

"Those who fall behind will be beaten..." The half-orc Vaughn suddenly subconsciously recited the catchphrase that Harvey liked to instill in them every day.

Arturo, the president of the Academy of Sciences, who was a former necromancer, felt the same way and muttered to himself, "That's right. It's true that those who fall behind will be beaten..."

Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Ash, who had been silent all this time, suddenly decided to liven up the atmosphere, "Hey, why do you all have to be so self-deprecating?"

He winked at Harvey, who was standing at the head of the group, and said with a grin, "If you ask me, any group that has survived to this day can't be called weak. Where are those races that flourished in the center of the continent in ancient times? Neither the histories of the southern kingdoms nor the demon race mention them at all, which means they've long been lost in the long river of history!"

"Even the dragons and giants who once rode on our heads and acted tyrannically were eventually driven deep into the ice sheet by our united efforts. I guess they're almost extinct now, right?"

"Hehe, in the end, it's us who have survived and reproduced until now. Only the surviving tribe has the right to talk about our so-called glorious history, right?"

(End of this chapter)