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Chapter 427: Kai Xiusu's Reflection
At the summit of the Isdalia Grand Altar.
“.We will discuss with Lord Otis and provide you with a concrete number as soon as possible.”
The image in the center was Navin Bessalious.
Kai Xiusu sat upon the supreme throne, smiling faintly as he stared at the magical projection transmitted from the Claudew Military Industry Group, nodding in approval.
“Excellent work.”
Lanpu, excited, exclaimed: “Master, the Empire’s military-grade firepower will be sold across the entire Feiansuo Continent. As long as this war rages, it will pour an endless stream of gold coins into our coffers.”
But a crisp, clear voice cut in: “But… if we sell all our weapons and gear to them, won’t those kingdoms grow even stronger?”
“Why don’t we just seize them outright?”
The speaker was a girl of perhaps sixteen or seventeen, slender and graceful, her hair and eyelashes the pale white of frost—none other than the White Dragon, Tinia.
Now, she had learned Polymorph, able to temporarily assume human form, though still clumsy at it.
Kai Xiusu sighed, giving a subtle glance.
Lanpu immediately broke into a cold sweat, quickly stammering: “Miss Tinia, you don’t understand. According to the Technology Department’s Stellarfallen, the weapons we sell are all outdated—by fifty years, or even a full century, compared to the Empire’s current military arsenal.”
“Moreover, across the entire continent, only we possess a complete production line and a fully integrated industrial system.”
“If war breaks out between them and us, their entire supply of weapons and ammunition would be severed instantly. At that point, their outdated military hardware would be nothing but rusted scrap.”
“But we would gain real, tangible gold coins—funds that can fuel the Empire’s rapid expansion.”
Having laid it all out in meticulous detail, Lanpu pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Hmm… I see.” Tinia nodded slowly, as if half-understanding, then stared blankly at Kai Xiusu, her expression vacant.
“. . .”
Hearing Lanpu’s explanation, Kai Xiusu felt a flicker of curiosity toward the Players’ strategy. He casually asked: “How many products has the Claudew Military Industry Group launched?”
“Your Majesty, please wait a moment.”
Lanpu paused to reflect, then raised his staff, conjuring a new magical image in midair—a vivid, three-dimensional display of rifles and cannons in various designs.
As an Intelligence 22 high-level mage, Lanpu’s mind was already far beyond mortal capacity—his skull might as well have housed a library.
“[Firebreaker] series rifles—three generations already released, targeting the low-end market for mass retail.”
“[Flying Dragon’s Flame] series rifles—one generation currently on sale, four others successfully developed and prototype samples completed. Designed for large-scale sales to the three major kingdoms.”
“[Judgment] series cannons—still unreleased. Plan is to launch five generations within the next two years.”
“[Toxic Woman] series rifles—unreleased. Three generations planned for release within one year.”
“Truly, they’ve mastered the game.”
Kai Xiusu scanned the dazzling array of rifles in the magical display, shaking his head with a wry smile.
Now he understood the Players’ logic.
They introduced a continuous stream of “new-style products,” each generation slightly more powerful than the last, priced accordingly higher.
Ammunition wasn’t interchangeable—every upgrade cycle required importing new ammo from the Empire, buying new support equipment.
Another swing of the scythe.
But it wasn’t over.
The Kingdoms of Thrace, Cassander, and Seleucus were locked in a ruthless race to outdo one another. They would inevitably purchase more advanced gear, triggering a one-sided arms race controlled entirely by the Claudew Group.
The fiercer the war, the better the Empire’s military arsenal sold.
These weapons seemed cheap—yet in truth, they were full-blown gold-eating beasts.
And when the Empire of Ashen launched its southern invasion and formally declared war on the three kingdoms, all it would need to do was cut off their ammunition supply and impose a blockade—reducing their military power to near-irrelevance in a single stroke.
This mass production would also propel the Empire’s heavy industry onto a fast track, massively increasing its military production capacity—perfectly aligning with Lanpu’s meticulously crafted “Three-Year Plan.”
On another front, thanks to the Claudew Group’s unique settlement method, the three kingdoms would end up purchasing vast quantities of Imperial Bank-issued “Golden Nael.”
These coins would circulate widely across the Feiansuo Continent, allowing the Empire of Ashen to gradually seize economic dominance amid the chaos—and eventually establish a global monetary system centered around the “Golden Nael.”
Yes, some enlightened individuals from the Sacred Fedran might see through the Empire’s intentions. But they’d be powerless to stop it.
The logic was simple:
Thrace had already bought the military arsenal.
Would Cassander refuse? Would Seleucus?
If they didn’t buy, they’d be left at a disadvantage—possibly even destroyed in war.
But if they did, they’d only damage their own economies—effectively funneling wealth to the North.
It was an open, transparent strategy.
With 1.5 years left until the next Game Update, the Players’ spawn points would appear across the Feiansuo Continent, and Version 2.0: Kingdoms in Discord would officially launch.
All the Empire needed to do was push hard on industrial and technological development, seize this golden opportunity to pull ahead, and prepare thoroughly for the full-scale war that would soon engulf the entire continent.
As he thought this through, Kai Xiusu furrowed his brow.
“Wait… something’s still missing.”
“Cold Night Fury.”
Kai Xiusu recalled the main quest that should have been his final boss—once led by the Demonized Red Dragon, the Abyssal Forces invading the Northern Regions.
This was the main quest from his past life, Northern Winds and Storms, and the beginning of the demonic catastrophe that would later ravage the entire Ailezegai.
He closed his eyes, summoning memories of his past life.
“Jezarslak’s Abyssal Nest has already been destroyed. The entire Anzeta now lies within my Empire’s domain. He can only retreat deeper into the mountains to gather strength.”
“The Lich, who once planned to forge a pact with demons and trigger an Undead Cataclysm, has been captured and now serves faithfully as an Empire worker bee.”
A sudden wave of melancholy washed over Kai Xiusu.
“As the Empire of Ashen grows stronger, so do I. Yet this world’s fate path has deviated far too much.”
“The main storyline of this version is no longer the Demon Tide—but the Dragon Cataclysm.”
Just as he was lost in thought, he felt something shifting against his leg.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
There, Tinia was clinging tightly to his thigh, her eyes wide with infatuation, drool dripping onto his luxurious robes—proof that even in her White-Furred form, she remained utterly unchanged from her old self.
Lanpu, standing beside him, was drenched in sweat, too terrified to speak, even considering fleeing on the spot.
Tinia lifted her head, gazing up at him with her enormous, icy-blue eyes, still lost in her own fantasy world.
Eye to eye.
The air seemed to freeze.
“Master… you’re awake?”
“Mm.”
Kai Xiusu, towering over her with overwhelming presence, narrowed his eyes, a hint of irritation flickering across his face.
Tinia stammered: “Um… let me think… Master, should we eat first? Or bathe? Or… maybe…”
“BANG!”
“Waaah—!”
With a piercing cry, the White-Furred Girl was flung backward dozens of meters, tumbling off the hundred-meter-high platform of the Isdalia Grand Altar.
Her small body suddenly expanded—transforming into a massive White Dragon, tens of meters long, flailing wildly in midair before finally clawing onto the cliff face, barely regaining balance.
High above, the White Dragon whimpered in distress:
“Mean…! I followed the dialogue exactly! Why won’t you let me lay eggs with you?!”
“And I came first! Why does that sloppy Silver-Skinned one, and that ugly Blue-Skinned one… get to be with you?!”
On the altar, Kai Xiusu’s expression remained slightly gloomy.
“Lanpu… is this your education?”
“Is this how you teach her?”
“Misunderstanding, Master! This absolutely wasn’t taught by us! It was Tinia who read those Stellarfallen-written novels herself!”
“Everything she said was straight from the propaganda department’s bestseller—Red Dragon Men Don’t Fall for Half-Elf Ladies!”
Lanpu broke out in cold sweat, a storm of anguish brewing inside. He knew he had read the book—though he found it dull, even repulsive. Yet, thanks to his extraordinary intelligence, he’d memorized nearly every word.
The truth was, the book was a massive hit in Anzeta, part of the “Imperial Race Integration” campaign. It wasn’t just popular among Stellarfallen—it was bought by indigenous inhabitants too, flooding the Empire’s Propaganda Department with revenue.
Inwardly, Lanpu made a solemn vow:
One day… I’ll arrest every Stellarfallen who writes these sensational romance tales.
No more pollution of the Empire’s soil!
And certainly not affecting Miss Tinia!
(End of Chapter)
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