CHAPTER 189: SAVE

"Now that’s settled, do you have any complaints?"

Silent bowed her head and answered in reverence. "No, I apologize for doubting you, my Tyrant."

Elian gave Silent a soft hug as he added, "I’m sorry it took so long, Mother-in-law. Feel free to bring up anything that troubles you. We’re family."

"Okay."

Meek as a mouse, Silent went to Bastion with cheerful steps. Everyone present could see just how happy she was at the news of the Crucible for Earth. Elian gestured for everyone to return to their seats.

"There is one thing I wish to bring up to you all. I need to find a way to mass-produce Psychomancers."

"..."

Elian’s bomb caused all those around the table to freeze. Woody, Yearns, and Sunny, in particular, grew unsettled. Those who were ignorant, like the humans, Epsilon, Blooms, and Burny, looked at the others in confusion.

Given the nature of the topic, Elian turned to his lover and called, "Bianca..."

Without delay, a cage made of mana covered the room. Sealing it like an airplane’s cabin, not even a sound escaped outside.

Pleased that she understood him instinctively, Elian made a goofy smile at Bianca.

She blushed but kept her eyes forward, as if to say, "I know I am awesome; look forward."

But Elian took her hand and intertwined their fingers together; it was only after that he continued.

"Psychomancers are a rare race that can bring back the dead. Bianca is one. Her job Alchemist allows her to make more. We need Psychomancers to create more Weapons. We might be strong on Earth, but the Crucible will come for us; we need to prepare."

Succinct and direct to the point, Elian’s watertight statement told everyone what they needed and why. He then grimaced and scanned the faces at the table.

"The alien races all long for immortality. According to Yearns and Woody, wars waged to attain Psychomancers were common. You all might argue that we should just hide Bianca..."

The woman in question then continued Elian’s statement.

"Even before the crucible, I had already tried hiding. It doesn’t work. It just robs you of your peace and fills your days with fear and worry." Bianca clenched Elian’s hand tighter.

"I am done hiding. I learned from my beloved husband that running does not solve anything. As we would never find peace anyway, we resolved ourselves to fight."

Bianca then pulled out six golden shards from her inventory. They looked similar to porcelain fragments and were barely the size of a finger. Yet, the powerhouses at the table all drew back from the pressure the pieces exerted.

"These are..."

"The mana feels black as night..."

"Just being in the same room feels suffocating..."

The Witch made a wry smile as she saw the reaction from Sunny, Woody, and Yearns. These three were arguably the most sensitive to mana.

"Yes, these shards are pieces of a dead Psychomancer’s soulgem. I can turn them into a potion that would allow anyone with mana to gain the Talent Eternal, turning them into a Psychomancer."

At her words, everyone understood. Those who had joined the Crucible far earlier all connected the dots. With aghast faces, they all mulled the implications of being able to transform anyone into a Psychomancer.

"I see. So that is why even Alchemists were hunted. It was all for this..."

"No wonder the wars never stop. They sacrifice the Psychomancers to make more."

"If that’s the case, then isn’t keeping these things extremely dangerous? Katri, say something!"

"Girl, what do you want from me? This is way above my pay grade! I was just a clerk a month ago!"

Elian lightly tapped the table, calling everyone’s attention.

"The Weapons of Valestra are made of two components. Their metallic bodies I create, and their souls that Bianca brings back from the dead. I created Golem Lake and intend to create a skill for the former."

Without missing a beat, Bianca supplemented Elian’s explanation.

"But without a Psychomancer, the bodies will remain empty. I am the current bottleneck. If we wish to spread like a tide, we need more Psychomancers who will move with the Weapons."

Bastion nodded and spoke to the group.

"The Weapons vow that should we find Psychomancers, we will protect them with everything we have. None will harm them, as they are vital to our existence."

Katri had both hands on her head and grew confused; she couldn’t help but complain in defeat.

"I am sorry if this sounds stupid, but from everything said so far, you all sound like you want to Weaponize everything you come across. Like some undead army from a web novel. That has to be a joke, right?"

Katri’s soft chuckles met only silence. She, Charlotte, and Ned grew pale from the reveal. They finally understood the words Elian had also been telling them.

Truly, the only problem with the undead was their weak bodies and inability to reproduce. They were susceptible to mana and holy based attacks. Neither of which were issues for the new race called Weapons of Valestra.

The implications were terrifying. A race that has all the strength of the undead but none of their weaknesses was enough to make anyone shudder.

"So, I’m guessing you intend to fight, convert, and conquer everything in your way? Until you win?" Woody clarified.

"Yes."

Sunny, on the other hand, retorted with a sharp glare, "Young Tyrant, to gain power enough for the upper ranks, you would need to kill millions, perhaps billions. Are you truly ready for such a burden? Forget the sin; could you live with the guilt?"

"That’s..." Bianca tried to defend him, but Elian gently tugged her hand which caused her to stop.

"Aunt-in-law, everyone, I will now tell you something known only to the Weapons. The Law in which I gave them. Something my father taught me."

Elian gestured, and Fluffy, Silent, Bastion, Woody, and Epsilon recited a phrase without stumbling.

"Kill those you wish to kill, but save a hundred times that number."

Despite coming from different worlds, united in purpose, the Weapons at the table recited the law of their race.

"Save?" Doubtful, Sunny glared at Silent, Bastion, and even Woody. "You all believe his words? How can you save in this deranged game? Surviving is all most can do. And you wish to save a hundred times you kill? That would be in the trillions!"

Yet, Elian and Bianca didn’t back down.

"Yes. The Weapons of Valestra are a race created for one purpose and have one vision. To protect the life of Bianca and keep her happy."

"That’s what I am..."

"Aunt Sunny, we cannot be happy so long as the Crucible forces other worlds to fight each other," she turned to Elian before continuing, "so we will stop all the battles between worlds by placing them under our protection."

"What? Are you insane? That’s..."

Sunny found herself at a loss for words. Given the scale and power needed for Elian and Bianca’s claim, millions would be needed. But, with Psychomancers and Weapons assaulting worlds without stopping, fielding an army of millions would not only be possible...

"It would be inevitable," the Sun Everflame Tyrant murmured in a soft voice.

Unlike the traditional brainless undead, the Weapons could still live with other races. And much like the Flame Swallows and humans, Elian didn’t force everyone to become a Weapon.

"..."

Not only Sunny, even the humans were bewildered by the sheer scale and magnitude of Elian and Bianca’s ideal. They had no qualms about unifying the current people to give peace in the future.

As even those who died were given the option to revive, the ideal was in actuality very possible.

Flare, her husband, gently placed his hands on Sunny’s, reassuring her. "Since when did you two have such a grand ideal? I had assumed the Tyrant was just another warmonger; to think that you thought about rebelling against even the crucible. Truly wonderful..."

Bianca beamed with pride and declared, "We thought about this since the Virexar invasion a month ago. We thought that so long as the crucible existed it would force worlds, even those on the higher ranks, to keep fighting. Elian’s father gave us the perfect answer!"

"We will unify the crucible races; those that seek peace will be protected. Those who resist will be destroyed and reborn as Weapons. And when the final enemies fall, I will release the Weapons to live as they wish."

The grand declaration was met with silence. In Elian and Bianca’s vision, there was no race, ideology, or reason; it was as if a bully came in and kept the peace by wielding the biggest stick.

"Peace cannot be achieved by force, young Tyrant. The moment you disappear, the worlds will erupt into anarchy," Sunny foretold.

But Bianca held out a finger and wagged it side to side.

"Elian and I might disappear one day, Aunt Sunny. But the legacy we leave behind will remain."

Elian nodded and added with a smile, "If they still wish to cause a ruckus in my domain, my sons and daughters will handle it. Once my task is done, I will retire and live in peace."

Sunny finally accepted after Elian’s explanation.

Woody smacked his leg as he roared in delight, "Haha! You look better than when I first heard it. Frankly, I thought he was a sapling still in his shell. A warmonger with the heart of an idealist. Will wonders ever cease!"

Epsilon similarly added her thoughts, "Those of us who had been trampled by the system felt saved by the Tyrant’s ideal. Surely, like Ysh-Natul, many would find salvation from the Crucible."

"Thanks everyone. I hadn’t meant to say all this right now, but this is why we fight. And this is why Bianca, and I will never stop. For the sake of all those we can save, we will kill as many as we have to," the Tyrant declared in finality.