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Chapter 27: Moving the Capital, New Community (Please Read!)
A month passed quickly.

The death clock hanging high in the sky is already halfway.

A month ago, as a sign of his respect for the main island, Leon moved the Silver Gate and the Sky Garden to the larger island.

In reality, relocating these wonders wasn't difficult for Leon. Under the gaze of everyone, nothing expressed any opinion, simply watching the vast garden squeeze the space itself, as if sliding, in a strange visual gesture, forcing itself into its rightful place.

Then, under Leon's anchoring, countless aerial roots and tentacles began to spread in all directions, gradually entangling the entire dense forest, reabsorbed certain illusions within, and emitted a mist similar to the spirit of nature. This unexpected surprise also caused the mist originally on other islands to shift back to the large island, becoming a constant source of crystals that fell and were picked in the forest.

this is a good news.

Although there was no way to communicate with the nature spirit, this showed that the nature spirit itself had no intention of attacking. Otherwise, it would not have become so docile.

Those who had emerged from the Valley Empire now had several new children. After all, in this new nation, they were the only ones particularly keen on reproduction and having children. Three months, coupled with sufficient nutrients, was enough time for them to give birth to a new generation of children.

They weren't originally normal, native humans, but rather a people from another empire, nurtured by another god. Their fertility was already enhanced, and upon arriving here, it was accelerated to the point where they could give birth in just over two months, and within three years, they could be considered half the adult workforce.

Similarly, two children appeared in the Silver Gate.

The two children were accepted by the people born from the Silver Gate and raised as their companions.

It seemed as if they had been prepared for this, as the two ethnic groups had split into two distinct groups within a month.

One wave is the remnants of the Valley Empire, who eat free fruits and vegetables and food all day long on the White Porcelain Island - this is the latest name - and constantly make various white porcelain props to build the city wall.

The other wave, under Leon's guidance, successfully restored the island's cult ruins and began rebuilding and planning the entire valley. These individuals, lacking any cultural activities or religious beliefs, served Leon from start to finish. In their spare time, they devoted themselves to flower cultivation, making them the targets of Leon's attention.

There was no war or disagreement, only different choices, and the people who once lived together were clearly divided into two different cultural groups.

The residents of White Porcelain Island are keen to cover everything around them with porcelain, including but not limited to houses, props, roads, eating utensils, and even some of their more personal belongings. In their original empire, white was the color of worshipping gods, and now they are ecstatic to have it their own.

The Silver Gate tribe preferred to follow Li Ang's teachings, adapting various props and products to local conditions. They redeveloped the terraced fields within the valley to supplement their flower cultivation. They even replanted plants like mulberry and hemp to make clothing. Their houses and buildings were mostly wooden, with key components made of porcelain from White Porcelain Island.

The exterior decoration chose a unique style that mixed porcelain and flowers, developing its own aesthetic.

They even rebuilt the exit from the valley without Li Ang's request.

This is the name describing the only entrance and exit on this plain land surrounded by mountains.

Once upon a time, the sect, believing that life and death were determined by fate, abandoned development in this area. However, the people of the Silver Gate established a checkpoint here. With the help of the wizard Flora, they used tangled trees and porcelain to create a seemingly proper path, guarding the entrance and exit of the valley.

Even in this world now shrouded in magic and madness, the power of nature remains immensely powerful. Breaking through defenses and barriers is incredibly difficult for wizards, let alone ordinary people who have no other ideas.

Thus, today, the main island and the White Porcelain Island are almost clearly divided into two parts. Except during working hours, the two sides rarely interfere with each other and communicate with each other, instead living their own lives behind closed doors.

The people of Silver Gate had loathed the traditions of these people from the beginning, and even more so now.

However, for Li Ang, this might be a good thing.

'System prompt: Your cultural technology: Chief Gang has been developed!'

System prompt: Culture breeds division and conflict. Different regions and places, shaped by diverse events and perspectives, often develop distinct cultures. Disaster-stricken areas often foster a culture of unity and sacrifice, while those with abundant natural resources and no worries often foster greater optimism. These cultural divisions are both our foundation and the seeds of our destruction.

By taking advantage of cultural conflicts and mastering the tone of propaganda, we are likely to improve local production and consumption capabilities based on each other's combativeness, thereby stimulating their production and reproductive efficiency in their leisure time.

Your current culture group is:
Mountain Empire (white porcelain), Silver Gate.

Both sides view each other as a group of beliefs that can be communicated with but not converted. You can signal your staff to improve the situation or deepen the conflict.

The cultural conflict within your empire is 0.1%. There will be no intense rivalry or jealousy between the two sides, as their geographical locations create no friction. If cultural conflict and struggle are desired, you can mix the two sides.

Cultural conflicts can bring in extremely high cultural points, potentially spawning powerful cultural debaters that boost your cultural progress and significantly increase your culture's conflict capabilities. However, cultural conflicts have a certain chance of escalating into riots or civil war, so be mindful of your actions.

Furthermore, if the entire nation is under Mind Control, then cultural production will be treated as infinite or zero, and you can freely unlock the cultural industries you need. However, please note that they have no effect and are only for viewing.

But at that time, your operation was far beyond the pinnacle of all culture.'

"..."

Crouching inside the Silver Gate, Leon looked at the prompts given by the system and always felt that this system of his might not be a good thing.

This thing seemed to have been encouraging him to destroy the little humanity he had left, telling him that if everything was done the fastest way, he would be able to deal with the attacking fleets in no time and easily build a great empire.

But the zombie beside him had clearly told Leon the consequences of his manipulation. He was just playing a one-man show, a conversation with himself. If he could truly control everyone's thoughts, then everyone else's reactions would be no different from the unfortunate person who witnessed the birth of the child at the Silver Gate.

This was unacceptable to Li Ang, and he did not want such an outcome to occur.

Of course, you could do this if you were playing a game. Just watching the numbers continue to rise would give you a great pleasure. But this was reality. These people were all living people. Leon really didn't want to control a bunch of undead people in the future.

Moreover, Leon actually felt quite good explaining it this way. Every time he thought about how he was a good person with moral integrity, he felt at ease. As for the possibility of those fleets in three months, he felt that it was just that. It couldn't possibly be worse than it was now. "My lord, are you there?"

'Flora, what's wrong?'

"We have already met your requirements and produced hundreds of seeds. When do you plan to absorb them?"

"Prepare a ritual, and then I will prove my strength. I originally planned to do it a week later, but no one seemed to have much time then, so now is the perfect time."

"Your will, my lord."

Flora quickly stopped communicating, and Leon walked out of the silver gate and arrived at the designated location.

In front of Leon were hundreds of seeds of strange shapes.

Their functions are probably abstract things like we've increased the toxicity of potatoes and reduced their germination rate, but these things are indeed seeds.

Hundreds of species, the mystical system of flower cultivation has demonstrated its power. It can select the direction of evolution before a seed is even born, modifying and shifting it. This requires only the interbreeding of seeds and grains already on the ground.

From the perspective of others, these seeds truly had no meaning at all. But for Leon, they held immense significance. These seeds represented a distorted aspect of nature. By devouring these symbols of nature, Leon's Silver Gate Core would advance even further, becoming the foundation of a greater civilization.

"What are you looking at? Turn your heads away. You'll go crazy if you take one look at this thing."

Looking at those humans, Leon waved his hand to signal them not to come over curiously, and then asked the zombies to watch these people and not to act rashly.

Then, following certain instincts engraved in his soul, Leon opened his body and swallowed all the seeds of those plants into his body, dissolving the vitality of an entire space in the blink of an eye.

He could clearly feel the fundamental concepts of these seeds gradually disintegrating and melting from his body, irrigating the interior of the closely related Silver Gate. As crops, these seeds were worthless, but as living organisms, each one was a unique fluctuation.

These fluctuations were transformed into a driving force under Leon's decomposition, slightly pushing the silver gate hidden in the cornerstone of civilization and the core of the world.

The silver gate, which was gradually pushed forward, emitted a mysterious and tranquil wave, which spread to an area of ​​several kilometers.

'System prompt: Silver Gate promotion ceremony in progress—'

The ritual of promotion requires a closed yet open void, which has been satisfied.

The dissolution and wailing of sixty-six plants are enough.

And finally, there is the language and will that commands the Silver Gate to open.

Gradually calming his body, Leon vibrated his bones and abdominal cavity, and made a call to the sky that was absolutely impossible for a human to make.

Indescribable rituals and sounds covered the inside and outside of the island. The concepts of plants and animals were gradually confused. Teeth, eyeballs, shadows, whispers, and countless chaotic scenes began to emerge in all directions, but disappeared into thin air in the blink of an eye like an illusion.

Even within the ritual grounds, the humans of the Silver Gate had no idea how much time had passed, nor what kind of lives they had led. It was as if they were slaughtering living saplings in the forest one moment, and the next, holding torches high, scorching the monsters in the shadows with the flames. Countless hallucinations and frantic fantasies began to assault their minds and brains.

And at the moment when everyone almost couldn't bear it anymore, time resumed flowing again.

The breeze still blows and the earth remains solid.

There were no strange eyes or noses in the distant trees or the surrounding shadows, nor were there any monsters or the like waiting for their slaughter.

It was like people had a horrible afternoon dream. When they woke up, all the delusions and hallucinations disappeared, leaving only some indescribable feelings and panic. Even after a while, even the panic itself was left behind and completely lost its impression.

Only on the plain, the one hundred newly emerged humans were looking at each other in confusion, completely unaware of what was happening.

'System prompt: Your Wonderful Sky Garden has evolved into Sky Garden (Sleeping)!'

"System prompt: The Silver Gate has opened, sending you one hundred promoted people! They need your guidance!"

'System prompt: The Sky Garden data has been updated and enhanced. Now you can use some unique ways to drive the Sky Garden!'

'System prompt: The daily supply of materials produced in the Sky Garden has changed from one unit of food to one unit of mysterious food. This substance can be eaten, and can also be used for rituals and mystical creations!'

'System prompt: More discoveries can be explored later!'

"..."

Successful.

Communities with a more or less balanced population were thus established.

Looking at the one hundred people in front of him, and the sky gardens that were growing taller and taller in the distance, and looking at the new data provided above, Leon couldn't help but smile with relief.

(End of this chapter)