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DODGE THE WHEEL
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By the way, it is kind of crazy that five dolars have bacome R$ 30,00. Working a remote minimum wave job without any qualification besides fluent english basically doubled my salary once I compute my new tax policy: from (44%) to now (11%). Any help will go a long way here.
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Familiar of Zero 7 - Tsumiki
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[Tsumiki, the hearth heroine]
As the darling foster daughter of the most influential figure of her time, Tsumiki is often assaulted with all sorts of disparaging questions from people who know better than to ask Megumi. Curiosity is inevitable and her father is the kind of man other men pay to hear stories about – slayer of monsters, breaker of chains, champion of humanity. The first in living memory, really. Even if Megumi technically ascended first.
She knew some of these questions were more than mere curiosity though. The man that raised her was trapped by a deep cynicism, he couldn't help but see the ugliness and malice hidden underneath the human facade. A literal curse, but something that had its uses. Perceiving malice is crucial if a person wishes to shield oneself from it. Her father might be laid back in certain regard but if there was a topic that he never compromised with was refinement.
Said that, even a child could perceive the implicit insult every time someone asks whether she thinks herself to be "privileged". In the world left in his wake, a person's merit was self-evident. Standing was an ironclad proof of performative excellence. All the petty wealth of the world could not buy a highway to heaven toward Olympus Moms. Such endeavors could only be achieved through one's own personal effort. Something that is aggravated by the inescapable fact standing is its own assurance of success.
And yet it just so happens that the only two heroes of the globe had been raised by Zagreus. Megumi at least stands on his own due to his background as a sorcerer but she was just a street urchin that Zagreus picked up as a tagalong. Jealousy was natural, of course people would like to think that if they just have had the same fortuitous encounter, upbringing, and opportunities they could have stood shoulder to shoulder alongside legends.
Honestly, it was enough to make a girl self-conscious. Unfortunately for her detractors though she has long since grown calloused by this kind of scrutiny before she even reached puberty. Back then Zagreus' feat of awakening her soul through energy bending and endowing her with his own foundational greater mystery caused quite the stir in sorcery society. The ability to create sorcerers on demand and pass on a powerful innate technique as the Wheel Turning both appealed to and scandalized the old guard that ruled sorcerer society back then and they in turn watched her progress with a mix of fascination and disdain.
Not that they had many chances to spread their poison back then though. Her father's sharp tongue was deterrent enough and his prescient insight about people allowed him to weed out the seeds of doubt, cultivating her with tenderness and care as he would his vines. "Every man's potential was the same," he assured her with a toothy smile. Only when she was older did she realize that he meant we were all equally worthless.
He could be infuriating but also reliable. A true educator should be competent enough to teach multiple lessons with only one lecture – one for the children, one for the students, and one for the scholars. In that case the third lesson was that this is precisely the point of cultivation, to defy the destiny imposed on us by circumstances beyond our control. Something Tsumiki understands with authority as a heroine.
Honestly, those pests are almost nostalgic. She would take impertinent reporters with an attitude over people always rounding her over relaxing the condition for admittance into the inner cycle of the Raging Heaven. Who would have guessed that the solution for the crisis of faith of the twenty century would be exclusivity? Someone should tell the pope all he needs to do to fill back his empty churches was to close the doors to the wider public and establish entrance through invite only, then people would be banging his door day and night demanding to be left in.
A perpetual source of headache, mystery faiths are called such precisely for reserving their secrets to their initiates, literally called mystics. Yet now people who complained their entire lives about the self-righteousness and preachy character of religions have the temerity of act crossed when people decide to keep their faith to themselves and discreetly invite new members after a thorough veto process and long period of observation.
Westerners really are the worst. Tsumiki felt kind of bad for thinking so considering who raised her but their propensity for hypocrisy really tests her patience. Grown men acting like boys slighted by their crush. The inner circle of Raging Heaven isn't a place for divided loyalties, all of its members will literally spend all their afterlife together. It is not that kind of thing easily rescinded, so if it felt like a party that you haven't been invited to, it was because it was.
When Tsumiki stepped up to assume the responsibilities left by her missing father she got used to people relying on her. After the Halloween sorcerer civil war, she was more than ready to build a platform to support the traumatized victims of Mahito and together they found greater meaning by supporting everyone around them. To pass along the kindness that they had been invested in. To Tsumiki everyone there is like an extended family, the same way Zagreus extended a helping hand toward two abandoned kids; those that join in are disenfranchised misfits that couldn't find a place to call home anywhere else. Irony of ironies then that they became the "elitists".
People already openly argued that Raging Heaven closed doors policy was a violation of their 'human rights' – and this disrespect toward the memory of her father triggered Tsumiki like only "modern retellings of Persephone" did. Said accursed facsimile of literature exploded in popularity, which irked the Kyrios of Raging Heaven for many reasons – the exploitation of her father's love life for profit, the bad writing cringe enough to make her ill, and her lingering resentment toward Yuki's cowardice that almost dooming them all.
If asked, Tsumiki would be the first to admit to her father's rotten taste in women. That was no small part why those who least deserve a relationship fancy him so much. Something she knows personally due to her own home situation previously to adoption; her fond memories of Toji in no way redeem her mother's shitty taste in men. Tsumiki found herself in the camp of people cheering for him to find a boyfriend because she dreads what woman he is liable to hitch with next.
Growing up is realizing your parent is a struggling sized up child coasting on appearance; Zagreus certainly wasn't kidding when he said nothing was more suited for tempering refinement than life itself. Since he had been kidnaped by Kenjaku, Tsumiki struggled filling his shoes and tackling problem after problem to the point of stumbling into the heroic realm just to keep her head above water.
To think just a few months ago her greatest fear was the leak of the true nature of the Orphic House, essentially death insurance, and what people would do to seize it. Now with ironclad evidence that the "isekai phenomenon" has been ongoing for the last six thousand years she has a whole new source of stress. Tsumiki doesn't know if this is better or worse than the alternative of this being an altogether new development. If global diplomacy was already her waking nightmare parachuting into a byzantine regional conflict centering both religious and racial disputes was an altogether new low.
The Halkeginia kingdoms have launched countless crusades to seize the "Holy Land" to no avail. The elves managed to rebut them every time because they must. Their records about Brimir are mostly anecdotal but their long lifespan has conferred them good racial memory. Entire sapient species went extinct by "the Devil's Power", void. Something the water spirit confirmed. There is no room for compromise with the followers of Brimir. To the elves to compromise is to die on their knees instead of resisting.
The problem then is that the other side is just as obstinate. Romalia wasted no efforts to keep a firm grip on the nobles, being as powerful as the Vatican ever was in old Europe. If it was mere religious obstinacy then it would be simple enough. While she doesn't promote violence, she doesn't shy away from it either… she would do whatever it takes. Until the battle is won. But their obstinacy goes beyond zealotry and into genuine desperation. Romalia knows something no one else does.
It was exasperating how context remains the decisive factor between success and failure. The only thing they knew for sure is how fearsome the power of the void was. She was raised with a healthy respect for higher power, to her it made sense there were some topics whose best defense for is ignorance. That is why she respected her father's privacy and eccentricities every time he made a point to teach her something by circling around a topic while desperately avoiding it. Earth Nier stands as the validation of such an approach – some technologies are too dangerous.
That is why Halkeginia became so important. It's unknown long history with Earth is its own assurance. Compounded to the fact all the world powers are primitive in comparison to Earth Omega while holding resources that it lacks make it a low hanging fruit, so to speak. The Numerian technology uplifted earth thousands of years into the future – artificial intelligence, space flight, medicine, robotic, metallurgy, cybernetics, alternative energies, terraforming, military. While at the time only Japan can be called a post scarcity country the rest of the world follow in its footsteps.
In retrospect it is no wonder that the sophic realm is the most impactful cultivator realm to wider society despite being the second lowest. In the perspective of the masses it was those thinking men ceaselessly wandering minds that dedicate their lives to unearthing and advancing humanity's fundamentals. They weren't wrong either. It was her father that broke it down into a digestible format and for the philosophers of Raging Heaven to apply. Rhetoric and mythical power allow a few tens of thousands to perform in years what would have taken generations of dedicated effort to achieve.
Between that and the production of philosopher stones for synthesis of nectar, people started to measure a country's wealth by its number of sophists. A sorcerer's strength is only his own but all philosophers are conjoined in Logos and the voice of rhetoric which transmit it. The enskinment of Babel obelisks created using the secrets of kelid druids in public places around the world changed how people interact – creation of a Celtic sophic from Ireland. The Mandala pneumatic chamber was perfected by the concerted effort of Indian philosophers… motivated by a drive to prove themselves. American and Russian sophists restarted the space race in earnest, building two space elevators to more easily and safely transport resources from mined asteroids.
Despite the tumultuous decade, large scale armed conflicts did not break out due to how unstable things are. It is a new "Belle Époque" of prosperity, advancement, and peace, the world powers don't know what warfare will even look like and fear to find out is more than enough to preserve peace but everybody knows this won't last. It is just a matter of time until someone tries to test their luck so countries covertly pursue means to give their cultivators an edge. In this regard the biggest bottleneck is access to cultivation resources, Dark Spirit Grapes are so widely used to harvest negative energy from slain cursed spirits that the supply of negativity can't keep up with the demand for it. As far as they are concerned Halkeginia couldn't not have appeared at a better time.
Gojo confirmed that the solar eclipse from a few weeks back created a rift linking back to Earth, confirming the story from Siesta's grandfather. Most likely Brimir did something that facilitated travel between Earth to Halkeginia with the undivided power of the void six thousand years ago. For all they know this place might be the primordial Elseworld from fairy tales. From Odysseus to Hansel and Gretel. The outcome of first contact would define all their following policies regarding other worlds and Tsumiki would not be an accomplice of predatory expansionism.
Don't you know Danger is my friend? My whole life I have trained for this. I cannot tell you how much I have paid for this. I grew up seeing what the next best thing found in the bottom of the cup, that is why I play for keeps! Put it all on the line, I am going to use ruthlessness, every trick, every skill put to use for this. I plan to put an end to all the foolishness, to get to my golden finish line. I am Dangerous!
[Katakanemos/conquering wind], thank you.
This was to be the first official meeting between the diplomatic committee of the United Nations and the Brimic kingdoms of Halkeginia. Over the week since Tsumiki has lodged in Tristain Academy of Magic most students have vacated to give room to the entourage of the continent royalties. An unusual development to be sure, normally such affairs would be handled by ministers but Gojo and Geto made too many waves too quickly.
The nobility of Halkeginia isn't blind to the new click between Romalia, Tristain, and Albion's royalties brought about by the foreign mages. Added to this the drama caused by the secret dalliance between Henrietta and Wales was a humiliating development to the emperor of Germania who had this promised bridge essentially stolen resulting in a primed gunpowder barrel ready for Romalia to lit when it pleased.
For the sake of propriety Tsumiki and Mr. Willian were not allowed to enter private conversations with the rest of the dignitaries at the insistence of Pope Vittorio Serevare. Reasonably, really. Tsumiki knows how important the pretense of fairness is for face. Had things gone differently, Prince Wales Tudor would never have been able to reassert control of Albion on his own. But at the same time Wales and Henrietta need Vittorio's blessing to legitimize their relationship and marriage. Albion is proof it doesn't take much to instigate nobles to rebel against their monarch.
While Albion is a lost cause for Romalia, mirroring the history between Rome and England, due to their passivity during the Reconquista rebellion and its geographic position as a floating island, the same can't be said about Tristain. Despite speaking French, they are closer to Portugal, but worse – a small nation squeezed between bigger neighbors and without a nautical empire who doubles as an escape route when Napoleon comes knocking. It is a small miracle that it lasted for six thousand years.
The configuration of alliances seemed to have been maximized by the fates themselves for maximum carnage. Gallia shares borders with all brimic nations safe Albion, isolating Romalia in an italic peninsula. Germania in turn is glued at the rip with Gallia and Tristain. While things look grim for them on paper Romalia's true strength is the church influence over the masses and low nobility. War with it would mean dealing with mass defection, meaning the prospect of total war.
The church of the academy had been repurposed for their first meeting and the symbolism behind such action wasn't lost to Tsumiki. While prince monarch Wales had a semblance carved from stone, a cocktail of nectar and bitter campaign that made him the last of his line, princess Henrietta couldn't hide their worry. The poor girl was ramrod straight, a coil of tense nerves.
She wasn't the only one though. Emperor Claudius, a tall man with fiery red hair that closes in a mane with his beard giving him the countenance of a lion, had a grim and displeased expression that would have meant the death of said responsible if it wasn't for the fact it was a fellow monarch. Pop Vittorio Serevare, the Shield of the Founder, a young-looking man with long blond hair, appeared almost serene yet Tsumiki could hear the melody of his heart. It was like nails on chalkboard, a tangle mix of grief, hatred, guilt, and unbending conviction.
This more than anything scared the kyrios of Raging Heaven. In this beautiful cathedral capable of rivaling the most beautiful monuments in old Europe, a place meant to exalt the spirits of the attenders and inspire religious rapture she was briefly thrown back in time. Such a horrid melody rhymed with her father's own when melancholy seized him and he sought solace in the bottom of his cup. Tsumiki decided she hated Vittorio a little bit, for unearthing one her bitterest memories.
There was nothing that she could do about those episodes besides curse her orphic ears. To her ears they were like a great spring uncoiled, an ever rising crescendo; her father's way to release pent-up stress. Zagreus broke into a drinking binge edging himself a slow death by drinking a brew he would never dare to share with us even at his lowest point. Toji had been similar before he ran away for good, but alcohol did nothing to him so he gambled instead. Both gave off the feeling of a nose slowly tightening around one's neck – means of coping when live became too burdensome, an adjacent death akin to slumber.
In retrospect her heroic abilities make a startling amount of sense. Intellectually she knew there was nothing she could have done to prevent this. Everyone has their own demon and the fates have decreed that they are to be faced alone. Words sometimes are nothing but a bother, a report of accountability rather than concrete help. The records that people call memory compile the distilled essence of a person, that is why they can't be denied or discarded without compromising one's own self even if they do nothing but hurt. Her chance to make a difference had already slipped by before she had even been born… and yet she simply couldn't bring herself to accept this.
It was simple really, when it comes down to it heroes are unreasonable people. There is a lot of fancy lip service she could prose to explain it but she would rather spend the time she has actually helping people precious to her. What was the point of Fides if everything she could do was think about how miserable the people precious to her were miserable? Tsumiki had long since gotten past the point of tolerating palliative platitude, so she acted.
She was no longer a mere child, if cultivation is good for anything then she has to believe that refining herself can help those precious to her. That is why as she marched inside the cathedral, she made a point to put her best smile. The kind of easy smile Katakanemos seems to always be spouting. Bold, natural, easy, and most important of all, indestructible. The defiant grim that boastfully screamed "I am here!" and goateed the world to do dare and try to wipe it from her face. A proclamation of intent that as long as she was around her Epic would have no sad endings.
The effect was both palpable and instantaneous. The heavy cloud of miasma choking the place with an iron grip was broken like hollow bones, Henrietta's posture eased and relaxed through countless micro expressions that broadcasted her mood, Wales countenance seemed more humane yet magnanimous like a prize from fairy tale. Emperor Claudius' murderous mood was blown away like so much hot air, it was as if he had been punched and all the air force expelled as he laid his eyes on the heroine for the very first time. Tsumiki's glory casually overwhelmed the annoyance for a bridge he had never even personally met before today.
Pop Vittorio Serevare was far less graceful. The Shield of the Founder could not hide his own uncertainty anymore, not against someone capable of shaking him so easily. His unwavering faith was what saw him through all adversities in his tenure as the divine ruler of Romalia, never in his worst nightmares he thought to meet a demon capable of perturbing it. He felt violated and at the same time genuinely frightened. While he knew of the overwhelming power of those foreign mages with burning eyes, he never anticipated that the heroine in front of him might be the worst of them all.
"Well, gentlemen. Shall we start? Halkeginia and Earth have a bright future together and I am sure today will be remembered as the beginning of a glorious new age. Of this I guarantee." Said the kyrios of Raging Heaven and the words had an undeniably gravitas to it, as if the outcome had already been decided by her and she wouldn't be denied.
[AUTHOR'S ROOM]
Hey people! It's been some time. This chapter was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. Both in terms of characterizing Tsumiki and deciding where the story would go. In a normal story this would be a Gate rip off but the existence of heroes means that what is likely to get tossed out of the window but the human super saiyajin. I then have to ask myself what motivated Tsumiki's virtuous heart to get an answer.
For those wondering, yes, Tsumiki's muse, Katakanemos, is basically Alexander from Fate/Zero. At least in terms of personality. As I once stated, muses are basically divine daemons the likes Socrates had. Fear & Hunger follow Jung's structure of the soul so muses are based on Anima & Animus; as stated Virtuous Sons follow Aristophanes' myth of soulmates. So while Argyrchiara is a Anima, Katakanemos is a Animus.
As the darling foster daughter of the most influential figure of her time, Tsumiki is often assaulted with all sorts of disparaging questions from people who know better than to ask Megumi. Curiosity is inevitable and her father is the kind of man other men pay to hear stories about – slayer of monsters, breaker of chains, champion of humanity. The first in living memory, really. Even if Megumi technically ascended first.
Always selling your short, girl. No wonder vultures keep biting at your heel.
She knew some of these questions were more than mere curiosity though. The man that raised her was trapped by a deep cynicism, he couldn't help but see the ugliness and malice hidden underneath the human facade. A literal curse, but something that had its uses. Perceiving malice is crucial if a person wishes to shield oneself from it. Her father might be laid back in certain regard but if there was a topic that he never compromised with was refinement.
This wide world is ours for the taking, just waiting for someone bearing the strength to embrace it with open arms. Hahaha!
Said that, even a child could perceive the implicit insult every time someone asks whether she thinks herself to be "privileged". In the world left in his wake, a person's merit was self-evident. Standing was an ironclad proof of performative excellence. All the petty wealth of the world could not buy a highway to heaven toward Olympus Moms. Such endeavors could only be achieved through one's own personal effort. Something that is aggravated by the inescapable fact standing is its own assurance of success.
The Thief of Flame sculpted us from clay and what kind of artist is interested in making the same thing again and again? Men are not made equal, that is one of the few blessings of heaven that we are left to enjoy. This is the greatest spice to life, hahaha!
And yet it just so happens that the only two heroes of the globe had been raised by Zagreus. Megumi at least stands on his own due to his background as a sorcerer but she was just a street urchin that Zagreus picked up as a tagalong. Jealousy was natural, of course people would like to think that if they just have had the same fortuitous encounter, upbringing, and opportunities they could have stood shoulder to shoulder alongside legends.
There are two kinds of dreamers, those whose dream is larger than life and those whose dream is a refuge from reality. Only one of them is worth any respect, the one who pursues his fantasy in the waking world will be loved by the muses. By me.
Honestly, it was enough to make a girl self-conscious. Unfortunately for her detractors though she has long since grown calloused by this kind of scrutiny before she even reached puberty. Back then Zagreus' feat of awakening her soul through energy bending and endowing her with his own foundational greater mystery caused quite the stir in sorcery society. The ability to create sorcerers on demand and pass on a powerful innate technique as the Wheel Turning both appealed to and scandalized the old guard that ruled sorcerer society back then and they in turn watched her progress with a mix of fascination and disdain.
We all saw what became of them in turn. Pride and Envy most often than not is too rich an indulgence for old bones. Ends are always sad but they didn't have to be so unsightly.
Not that they had many chances to spread their poison back then though. Her father's sharp tongue was deterrent enough and his prescient insight about people allowed him to weed out the seeds of doubt, cultivating her with tenderness and care as he would his vines. "Every man's potential was the same," he assured her with a toothy smile. Only when she was older did she realize that he meant we were all equally worthless.
The world seen through Mother's silver-bright eyes is a twisted parody of what it should be. While her power is enviable, I do fear for her – melancholy is a slow and insidious killer.
He could be infuriating but also reliable. A true educator should be competent enough to teach multiple lessons with only one lecture – one for the children, one for the students, and one for the scholars. In that case the third lesson was that this is precisely the point of cultivation, to defy the destiny imposed on us by circumstances beyond our control. Something Tsumiki understands with authority as a heroine.
Yet that infantile meekness almost got you killed. A tragic end for sure if it wouldn't have been so comic. It was high time for you to put on your big girl pants, Kyrios.
Honestly, those pests are almost nostalgic. She would take impertinent reporters with an attitude over people always rounding her over relaxing the condition for admittance into the inner cycle of the Raging Heaven. Who would have guessed that the solution for the crisis of faith of the twenty century would be exclusivity? Someone should tell the pope all he needs to do to fill back his empty churches was to close the doors to the wider public and establish entrance through invite only, then people would be banging his door day and night demanding to be left in.
Said impertinence is laudable though, only those with the audacity to knock at Raging Heaven's door will reach the ivory heights.
A perpetual source of headache, mystery faiths are called such precisely for reserving their secrets to their initiates, literally called mystics. Yet now people who complained their entire lives about the self-righteousness and preachy character of religions have the temerity of act crossed when people decide to keep their faith to themselves and discreetly invite new members after a thorough veto process and long period of observation.
It is only natural to want to be counted among the best and brightest souls the world has to offer. What is unforgivable is the petulant insistence to not discard their mediocrity at our doorsteps.
Westerners really are the worst. Tsumiki felt kind of bad for thinking so considering who raised her but their propensity for hypocrisy really tests her patience. Grown men acting like boys slighted by their crush. The inner circle of Raging Heaven isn't a place for divided loyalties, all of its members will literally spend all their afterlife together. It is not that kind of thing easily rescinded, so if it felt like a party that you haven't been invited to, it was because it was.
And what party it is! Mother may have them in death during their waking hours; they are entirely ours. Our precious comrades we cultivated and fostered in paragons of virtue. What a sinful woman you turned out to be, Tsumiki. Hahaha!
When Tsumiki stepped up to assume the responsibilities left by her missing father she got used to people relying on her. After the Halloween sorcerer civil war, she was more than ready to build a platform to support the traumatized victims of Mahito and together they found greater meaning by supporting everyone around them. To pass along the kindness that they had been invested in. To Tsumiki everyone there is like an extended family, the same way Zagreus extended a helping hand toward two abandoned kids; those that join in are disenfranchised misfits that couldn't find a place to call home anywhere else. Irony of ironies then that they became the "elitists".
If you keep on looking down you will cramp your neck, or worse, lose sight of what is right in front of you. Everyone in Raging Heaven will agree you are the most beautiful when you are looking up, girl. Never forget that.
People already openly argued that Raging Heaven closed doors policy was a violation of their 'human rights' – and this disrespect toward the memory of her father triggered Tsumiki like only "modern retellings of Persephone" did. Said accursed facsimile of literature exploded in popularity, which irked the Kyrios of Raging Heaven for many reasons – the exploitation of her father's love life for profit, the bad writing cringe enough to make her ill, and her lingering resentment toward Yuki's cowardice that almost dooming them all.
If asked, Tsumiki would be the first to admit to her father's rotten taste in women. That was no small part why those who least deserve a relationship fancy him so much. Something she knows personally due to her own home situation previously to adoption; her fond memories of Toji in no way redeem her mother's shitty taste in men. Tsumiki found herself in the camp of people cheering for him to find a boyfriend because she dreads what woman he is liable to hitch with next.
The term sex angel never was more fitting. Good on you for having put your foot down in the whole host club business after Yuki skipped town. His tendency to offer pity sex to troubled people was plain self-destructive.
Growing up is realizing your parent is a struggling sized up child coasting on appearance; Zagreus certainly wasn't kidding when he said nothing was more suited for tempering refinement than life itself. Since he had been kidnaped by Kenjaku, Tsumiki struggled filling his shoes and tackling problem after problem to the point of stumbling into the heroic realm just to keep her head above water.
But wasn't it grand? With nothing but your own two hands you have conquered the world itself. Not mere land but the hearts of those that once set themselves against you. Conquest without humiliation, victory without losers. A feat truly worthy of the divine! Hahaha!
To think just a few months ago her greatest fear was the leak of the true nature of the Orphic House, essentially death insurance, and what people would do to seize it. Now with ironclad evidence that the "isekai phenomenon" has been ongoing for the last six thousand years she has a whole new source of stress. Tsumiki doesn't know if this is better or worse than the alternative of this being an altogether new development. If global diplomacy was already her waking nightmare parachuting into a byzantine regional conflict centering both religious and racial disputes was an altogether new low.
Self-deception ill suit you, girl. Your virtuous heart dances with excitement! A new horizon the likes we only see in epics is now a reality. Now sights, new peoples, and new challenges! Was this what people of old felt when they looked at the horizon? We have truly been blessed to have been born in this era!
The Halkeginia kingdoms have launched countless crusades to seize the "Holy Land" to no avail. The elves managed to rebut them every time because they must. Their records about Brimir are mostly anecdotal but their long lifespan has conferred them good racial memory. Entire sapient species went extinct by "the Devil's Power", void. Something the water spirit confirmed. There is no room for compromise with the followers of Brimir. To the elves to compromise is to die on their knees instead of resisting.
You talk as if you have already failed. Like we have failed! I won't acquiesce to that and neither will you! If it comes down to it, we will beat some sense in their thick heads even if you have to do it by yourself. That is why you became a heroine after all.
The problem then is that the other side is just as obstinate. Romalia wasted no efforts to keep a firm grip on the nobles, being as powerful as the Vatican ever was in old Europe. If it was mere religious obstinacy then it would be simple enough. While she doesn't promote violence, she doesn't shy away from it either… she would do whatever it takes. Until the battle is won. But their obstinacy goes beyond zealotry and into genuine desperation. Romalia knows something no one else does.
Having trust is like being lost at sea – there is no end to it; I hate how prosthetic this proverb tends to be, I can almost hear Argyrchiara echoing through. While I am confident in the authority of my mantle of glory it is likely things will come to blows in the end.
It was exasperating how context remains the decisive factor between success and failure. The only thing they knew for sure is how fearsome the power of the void was. She was raised with a healthy respect for higher power, to her it made sense there were some topics whose best defense for is ignorance. That is why she respected her father's privacy and eccentricities every time he made a point to teach her something by circling around a topic while desperately avoiding it. Earth Nier stands as the validation of such an approach – some technologies are too dangerous.
That is why Halkeginia became so important. It's unknown long history with Earth is its own assurance. Compounded to the fact all the world powers are primitive in comparison to Earth Omega while holding resources that it lacks make it a low hanging fruit, so to speak. The Numerian technology uplifted earth thousands of years into the future – artificial intelligence, space flight, medicine, robotic, metallurgy, cybernetics, alternative energies, terraforming, military. While at the time only Japan can be called a post scarcity country the rest of the world follow in its footsteps.
In retrospect it is no wonder that the sophic realm is the most impactful cultivator realm to wider society despite being the second lowest. In the perspective of the masses it was those thinking men ceaselessly wandering minds that dedicate their lives to unearthing and advancing humanity's fundamentals. They weren't wrong either. It was her father that broke it down into a digestible format and for the philosophers of Raging Heaven to apply. Rhetoric and mythical power allow a few tens of thousands to perform in years what would have taken generations of dedicated effort to achieve.
Between that and the production of philosopher stones for synthesis of nectar, people started to measure a country's wealth by its number of sophists. A sorcerer's strength is only his own but all philosophers are conjoined in Logos and the voice of rhetoric which transmit it. The enskinment of Babel obelisks created using the secrets of kelid druids in public places around the world changed how people interact – creation of a Celtic sophic from Ireland. The Mandala pneumatic chamber was perfected by the concerted effort of Indian philosophers… motivated by a drive to prove themselves. American and Russian sophists restarted the space race in earnest, building two space elevators to more easily and safely transport resources from mined asteroids.
Despite the tumultuous decade, large scale armed conflicts did not break out due to how unstable things are. It is a new "Belle Époque" of prosperity, advancement, and peace, the world powers don't know what warfare will even look like and fear to find out is more than enough to preserve peace but everybody knows this won't last. It is just a matter of time until someone tries to test their luck so countries covertly pursue means to give their cultivators an edge. In this regard the biggest bottleneck is access to cultivation resources, Dark Spirit Grapes are so widely used to harvest negative energy from slain cursed spirits that the supply of negativity can't keep up with the demand for it. As far as they are concerned Halkeginia couldn't not have appeared at a better time.
Gojo confirmed that the solar eclipse from a few weeks back created a rift linking back to Earth, confirming the story from Siesta's grandfather. Most likely Brimir did something that facilitated travel between Earth to Halkeginia with the undivided power of the void six thousand years ago. For all they know this place might be the primordial Elseworld from fairy tales. From Odysseus to Hansel and Gretel. The outcome of first contact would define all their following policies regarding other worlds and Tsumiki would not be an accomplice of predatory expansionism.
Now you are thinking like a heroine! Our enemies, both domestic and foreigner, are exceptional and exotic and they are always watching for weaknesses and waiting for an opportunity to strike. It is fortunate that Gojo and Geto manufactured this chance. You want a golden ending? Consider this your one and only chance. Abandon caution, wash it away like the blood in your hands. Put it all on the line, be dangerous!
Don't you know Danger is my friend? My whole life I have trained for this. I cannot tell you how much I have paid for this. I grew up seeing what the next best thing found in the bottom of the cup, that is why I play for keeps! Put it all on the line, I am going to use ruthlessness, every trick, every skill put to use for this. I plan to put an end to all the foolishness, to get to my golden finish line. I am Dangerous!
Good. You got to treat this as if it is the main event. We are in uncharted water. You need a mindset change for this. Remember, even if sometimes mercy has a price and even if what makes you good doesn't necessarily make you right, as long as you fight for others you will never be alone.
[Katakanemos/conquering wind], thank you.
Hahaha! Don't thank me, my friend. Don't you know narcissism is a bad look? I am you after all.
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This was to be the first official meeting between the diplomatic committee of the United Nations and the Brimic kingdoms of Halkeginia. Over the week since Tsumiki has lodged in Tristain Academy of Magic most students have vacated to give room to the entourage of the continent royalties. An unusual development to be sure, normally such affairs would be handled by ministers but Gojo and Geto made too many waves too quickly.
The nobility of Halkeginia isn't blind to the new click between Romalia, Tristain, and Albion's royalties brought about by the foreign mages. Added to this the drama caused by the secret dalliance between Henrietta and Wales was a humiliating development to the emperor of Germania who had this promised bridge essentially stolen resulting in a primed gunpowder barrel ready for Romalia to lit when it pleased.
For the sake of propriety Tsumiki and Mr. Willian were not allowed to enter private conversations with the rest of the dignitaries at the insistence of Pope Vittorio Serevare. Reasonably, really. Tsumiki knows how important the pretense of fairness is for face. Had things gone differently, Prince Wales Tudor would never have been able to reassert control of Albion on his own. But at the same time Wales and Henrietta need Vittorio's blessing to legitimize their relationship and marriage. Albion is proof it doesn't take much to instigate nobles to rebel against their monarch.
While Albion is a lost cause for Romalia, mirroring the history between Rome and England, due to their passivity during the Reconquista rebellion and its geographic position as a floating island, the same can't be said about Tristain. Despite speaking French, they are closer to Portugal, but worse – a small nation squeezed between bigger neighbors and without a nautical empire who doubles as an escape route when Napoleon comes knocking. It is a small miracle that it lasted for six thousand years.
The configuration of alliances seemed to have been maximized by the fates themselves for maximum carnage. Gallia shares borders with all brimic nations safe Albion, isolating Romalia in an italic peninsula. Germania in turn is glued at the rip with Gallia and Tristain. While things look grim for them on paper Romalia's true strength is the church influence over the masses and low nobility. War with it would mean dealing with mass defection, meaning the prospect of total war.
The church of the academy had been repurposed for their first meeting and the symbolism behind such action wasn't lost to Tsumiki. While prince monarch Wales had a semblance carved from stone, a cocktail of nectar and bitter campaign that made him the last of his line, princess Henrietta couldn't hide their worry. The poor girl was ramrod straight, a coil of tense nerves.
She wasn't the only one though. Emperor Claudius, a tall man with fiery red hair that closes in a mane with his beard giving him the countenance of a lion, had a grim and displeased expression that would have meant the death of said responsible if it wasn't for the fact it was a fellow monarch. Pop Vittorio Serevare, the Shield of the Founder, a young-looking man with long blond hair, appeared almost serene yet Tsumiki could hear the melody of his heart. It was like nails on chalkboard, a tangle mix of grief, hatred, guilt, and unbending conviction.
This more than anything scared the kyrios of Raging Heaven. In this beautiful cathedral capable of rivaling the most beautiful monuments in old Europe, a place meant to exalt the spirits of the attenders and inspire religious rapture she was briefly thrown back in time. Such a horrid melody rhymed with her father's own when melancholy seized him and he sought solace in the bottom of his cup. Tsumiki decided she hated Vittorio a little bit, for unearthing one her bitterest memories.
There was nothing that she could do about those episodes besides curse her orphic ears. To her ears they were like a great spring uncoiled, an ever rising crescendo; her father's way to release pent-up stress. Zagreus broke into a drinking binge edging himself a slow death by drinking a brew he would never dare to share with us even at his lowest point. Toji had been similar before he ran away for good, but alcohol did nothing to him so he gambled instead. Both gave off the feeling of a nose slowly tightening around one's neck – means of coping when live became too burdensome, an adjacent death akin to slumber.
In retrospect her heroic abilities make a startling amount of sense. Intellectually she knew there was nothing she could have done to prevent this. Everyone has their own demon and the fates have decreed that they are to be faced alone. Words sometimes are nothing but a bother, a report of accountability rather than concrete help. The records that people call memory compile the distilled essence of a person, that is why they can't be denied or discarded without compromising one's own self even if they do nothing but hurt. Her chance to make a difference had already slipped by before she had even been born… and yet she simply couldn't bring herself to accept this.
It was simple really, when it comes down to it heroes are unreasonable people. There is a lot of fancy lip service she could prose to explain it but she would rather spend the time she has actually helping people precious to her. What was the point of Fides if everything she could do was think about how miserable the people precious to her were miserable? Tsumiki had long since gotten past the point of tolerating palliative platitude, so she acted.
She was no longer a mere child, if cultivation is good for anything then she has to believe that refining herself can help those precious to her. That is why as she marched inside the cathedral, she made a point to put her best smile. The kind of easy smile Katakanemos seems to always be spouting. Bold, natural, easy, and most important of all, indestructible. The defiant grim that boastfully screamed "I am here!" and goateed the world to do dare and try to wipe it from her face. A proclamation of intent that as long as she was around her Epic would have no sad endings.
The effect was both palpable and instantaneous. The heavy cloud of miasma choking the place with an iron grip was broken like hollow bones, Henrietta's posture eased and relaxed through countless micro expressions that broadcasted her mood, Wales countenance seemed more humane yet magnanimous like a prize from fairy tale. Emperor Claudius' murderous mood was blown away like so much hot air, it was as if he had been punched and all the air force expelled as he laid his eyes on the heroine for the very first time. Tsumiki's glory casually overwhelmed the annoyance for a bridge he had never even personally met before today.
Pop Vittorio Serevare was far less graceful. The Shield of the Founder could not hide his own uncertainty anymore, not against someone capable of shaking him so easily. His unwavering faith was what saw him through all adversities in his tenure as the divine ruler of Romalia, never in his worst nightmares he thought to meet a demon capable of perturbing it. He felt violated and at the same time genuinely frightened. While he knew of the overwhelming power of those foreign mages with burning eyes, he never anticipated that the heroine in front of him might be the worst of them all.
"Well, gentlemen. Shall we start? Halkeginia and Earth have a bright future together and I am sure today will be remembered as the beginning of a glorious new age. Of this I guarantee." Said the kyrios of Raging Heaven and the words had an undeniably gravitas to it, as if the outcome had already been decided by her and she wouldn't be denied.
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[AUTHOR'S ROOM]
Hey people! It's been some time. This chapter was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. Both in terms of characterizing Tsumiki and deciding where the story would go. In a normal story this would be a Gate rip off but the existence of heroes means that what is likely to get tossed out of the window but the human super saiyajin. I then have to ask myself what motivated Tsumiki's virtuous heart to get an answer.
For those wondering, yes, Tsumiki's muse, Katakanemos, is basically Alexander from Fate/Zero. At least in terms of personality. As I once stated, muses are basically divine daemons the likes Socrates had. Fear & Hunger follow Jung's structure of the soul so muses are based on Anima & Animus; as stated Virtuous Sons follow Aristophanes' myth of soulmates. So while Argyrchiara is a Anima, Katakanemos is a Animus.
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offhand does halkhoweveryaspellit realize how outmached they are compared to cultivators or even just a modern army? I mean a ww2 plane is an army killer.
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You cheeky bastard, now I can't help but think of Tsumiki's muse being Rider but with sunglasses and lots of glitter. Bonus points if he learns to make tiny cute minions.
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The pope is a shrewd man. More than that, he know more than most are ever allowed. The key here is the Heart of God and the destructive power of Louise. Once a void mage is killed his power pass on to the next in line so a bitter war might just be what he is looking for to reunite the four pieces of the pentagram. It's not so simple as he being evil either. All of Halkeginia is about to become Albion due to mana concentration. Something Tsumiki can help with but he doesn't know that and has no reason to believe it either. He is warry though of Gojo and Geto, and consequently of Tsumiki.
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He is precisely that medium. Bearing a mix of oriental and acidental features, he has the chiseled port of a greek god but extra fabulous and EXTRA!
Oh Rider, that is some shittalking from someone that was raised to dream big and make it, Tsumiki, and all the other unfortunates whose greatest ambition is a stable 9 to 5, with maybe enough time, energy and money to enjoy some hobby.
On one hand, good on her for owning it. Yes, she was fortunate, deal with it. On the other, yes men are not made equal and that is both good and bad. It's all nice to say that when you can turn a mountain to dust, when you are built in such a way that you can succeed. Again, what about the guy who can't cultivate, isn't a sorcerer, someone destined to fail no matter how hard they try? The guys who aren't smart enough, courageous enough, who life beat on so much for daring to try that only the refuge from reality is keeping them going? The one's that are not fortunate, but just kind enough, or just wise enough to recognize that will never amount to much?
Its never nice to be the ones at the end of the barrel. To have wonder forever out of reach, to be the cripple watching others run and fly while you are stuck to the ground. Honestly that would prolly be one of the greatest fonts of remaining negativity, that of the masses that will never achieve anything. Whose greatest feat of excellence will be to meet a quota earlier, or find a way to slightly increase the profits of their boss, to be a cog that will be replaced as soon as it chips enough. Keeping society going, but never truly making a name for themselves.
Sorry for the ramble, but its character's like Tsumiki's muse that kinda get me going. On that note, I can kinda see the last great Disaster Curse, inspired in part by Togashi.
The Silent Majority, making up the lack of quantity in curses with Quality. The festering resentment of all the ones who will never can against the fortunate. Something even more human than Mahito, and infinitely more horrifying. The great heroes? They could most of the time be understood and even exalted. They are part god! Of course they aren't like us, they are more. Or they are princes, they were raised to be better. But when anyone can become something? Can go further, yet there are those who, no matter the way will forever remain grounded? That I imagine will give rise to a curse like no other. Because while a great sorcerer and philosopher can come from everywhere, what about the remaining everyone?
Also, am curious, how would Age of Will Early Access True Humans fare in this verse? Would they be feasable and even as good as or even better than Philosophers?
Again, sorry for the rant, but I hope it was somewhat interesting?
It is kind of worse here though as Virtue Cultivation seems to be less about innate talent and capability than other cultivation systems and more about conviction, personality, and drive.
Essentially someone who does not have the drive and self awareness to make themselves better probably won't become a cultivator in the first place.
Though there is a reason why Geto and his goal of essentially making everyone a cultivator is seen as a major force in the world even before he became a Hero.
Essentially someone who does not have the drive and self awareness to make themselves better probably won't become a cultivator in the first place.
Though there is a reason why Geto and his goal of essentially making everyone a cultivator is seen as a major force in the world even before he became a Hero.
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What you just described sounds like a beast from Fate in how they're challenges to be overcome by humanity.
What would that beast even be? Probably a Kiara style beast who enslaves humanity into accepting their place and to not strive for anything more, to just accept their reality and truly become happy with their place in life, no strife, no greed, no sadness, only plain contentment for their lot in life.
A Beast(Curse) of mediocrity who pacifies the human heart under the weight of meaningless reality, why try if you know you're not gonna win at the end.
What would that beast even be? Probably a Kiara style beast who enslaves humanity into accepting their place and to not strive for anything more, to just accept their reality and truly become happy with their place in life, no strife, no greed, no sadness, only plain contentment for their lot in life.
A Beast(Curse) of mediocrity who pacifies the human heart under the weight of meaningless reality, why try if you know you're not gonna win at the end.
See, Tsumiki, bless her heart, says you can't pay for a stairway to heaven. I say she is incredibly wrong. No fault of her own, Zagreus here distorts the view with his success. No, money paves the way forward because money allows you to have the safety to try, fail, and do so until you get it right. Money can allow you to get a very good education, food, tools, that if used early enough in one's development, goes a long way to give someone the mind, knowledge and body to succeed. It can allow for those traits you mentioned to form over time as someone can be taught to tackle problems and become invested in solving them. Others can't really do that, because if they don't work, they can't eat, and if they choose to try, then they better get it right the first time, or else. Of course, there are people that get it right, those that adapt on the fly, and are able to overcome the great challenges even with a lot less, the special ones so to speak.
But those are rare. The common people? They have issues. Sickness, poverty, shitty family. For many those issues eat up all their time for betterment, for doing something else. But even if they do something else? We then run into the fact that the going is better in some places, there are more resources, more opportunities, more interest, more everything. Rich people only have to worry about two things. Their money making things, and their hobbies. Everything else is taken care of. Food? Someone else cooks and does the groceries. The car? Someone else is in charge of making sure it runs and its papers are up to date. Keeping the house clean, making the bed, etc? Maids. Rich people quite literally don't have to interact with others that aren't part of their hobbies or job because they pay others to take care of problems that would otherwise be on their mind. They have 100% of their mental energy and willpower to spend on things that can better themselves.
The examples we have of rich people going down? I would say media cherry picking. You wouldn't really have a hero take down a rich guy if the rich guy was competent, or not set up. That and would the author want us to see the hero in the wrong in the first place?
TL;DR: Money might not buy you a ticket to heaven, but it sure as shit propel you close enough to the door to effectively knock.
Eeeeeh, Kiara doesn't work here. More effective would be Goetia, or everyone's favorite fluffball that is conveniently forgotten to be an eldritch murderblender, Fou. Goetia is based on Pity, which could be twisted as Envy, while Fou's nature is that of Comparison! It's like the polite fiction of not comparing yourself to others, but only yourself. To bring your best out. But the issue is, if your absolute best is still nothing compared to others, if the effort required to go there would be disproportional to the benefit, if others had the same effort would go higher......what is the point of ever bothering?
While Zagreus is incredible, the same is not the same for others. The sad reality is that all is a numbers game. If the efficiency of the powers you gain is too low, and what you can do with powers can be done with regular stuff, why get powers? If the Present Value of powers to be gained with a ton of investment, is lower than the Present Value of where you are at, then trying to get those powers is simply throwing resources to the fire that could be better used elsewhere.
That and Zagreus had the luck, as much as he rags on the fates, to find stuff to help him, or find ways to craft stuff to help him. There is such a thing as being in the right place at the right time. Of having all the pieces of the puzzle, instead of having to find them. Mind you, it took mathematicians 357 years to find a proof for Fermat's Last Theorem!
Or in other words, not everyone can pull a solution out their ass, and usually progress is not linear, or even exponential. That and for many, the Economies of Power are really against them. In short, we are dealing with a Syndrome issue, and it won't be pretty.
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I mean they understand the disenfranchised man they've seen memories of Dionysus the dude who got eaten during birth here. Not to mention he's the dude was the god of outcastes they have the perspective of the guy unlike other gods really fucking gets the little guy and those on the fringes as they've received personal memories of such. Also you know their early life and all like 6 and younger.
Oh that I get. The issue is that, will the little guy get it? Because as far as they could be concerned, sure the dude seems to get us, but it doesn't change the issue that they don't have cool shit, while others do. Understanding is a cold comfort if nothing changes.
Then they should try to take it instead of complaining and doing nothing.
That is kind of one of the themes for cultivation. While Disparity will always be a thing Cultivation is all about defying the Status Quo and changing things to what they believe should be the right way.
Sure it might be an uphill battle but such is the case for all Cultivators, resources or not.
While resources can help on the way, it cannot replace the essential quality of character and will required to pass through the ranks. If someone feels strongly enough, if their drive and hatred at their lot in life is so grand then they will advance through the ranks and go into a position to change things if they want.
But the cold truth of Cultivation is that it very much disabuses people of the notion that all people are born equal. Some people are just better than you just as some people are worse.
Virtue Cultivation cements a caste system because it is very easy for people to point to the upper class and see them as deserving of their position because the fact that they are better is self-evident.
Especially in the current world of JJK where everyone is trying to support and nurture their cultivators in any way they can.
That is kind of one of the themes for cultivation. While Disparity will always be a thing Cultivation is all about defying the Status Quo and changing things to what they believe should be the right way.
Sure it might be an uphill battle but such is the case for all Cultivators, resources or not.
While resources can help on the way, it cannot replace the essential quality of character and will required to pass through the ranks. If someone feels strongly enough, if their drive and hatred at their lot in life is so grand then they will advance through the ranks and go into a position to change things if they want.
But the cold truth of Cultivation is that it very much disabuses people of the notion that all people are born equal. Some people are just better than you just as some people are worse.
Virtue Cultivation cements a caste system because it is very easy for people to point to the upper class and see them as deserving of their position because the fact that they are better is self-evident.
Especially in the current world of JJK where everyone is trying to support and nurture their cultivators in any way they can.
Oh, that I agree! No, no. I wasn't talking about those that can, but don't do. Because cultivating can suck and there are sacrifices to be made for betterment.
I meant those that do, but can't. Those that put in the work, but it doesn't stick. Hey, who knows. Maybe they will find a path, not Jujutsu Sorcery, Cultivation, or Brimiric Magic, but something else.
But still, glad to have discussion!
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Don't apologize, on the contrary. I am flattered that my writing could evoke such a response. I literally speedrun Fate/Zero to get Rider's personality right for this reason. Yes, Tsumiki was basically a street urchin that lucked out perhaps the biggest prize short of being born Satoru Gojo. She went from a charity case to one of the most powerful people in the world. She certainly put the effort into it to get there and her own experiences shaped her. Cultivation is about challenging one's fate and she is no longer the wallflower/plot device and it is important to show how she deals with it. Because at the end of the day she was raised by broken adults subjected to trauma when they were most helpless. Regardless of what she personally feels, the fact is that she is picking the most promising and disenfranchised gems among the cultivation population and wearing them like a feather around her cloak. It is privilege that builds more privilege, Zagreus's starlight marrow grants mythical power and speed cultivation by factors. The tension between the haves and have nots is her greatest source of headache. At the end of the day happiness and status is relative and circumstantial.
Selene also think about it. She was the daughter of a tyrant and as a oracle she saw most heroes and geniuses than anyone her age could dream of. At some point it becomes a rat race. Zagreus, Tsumiki, and Megumi are winedark children of Dionysus, to the average person they were the only ones capable to carry that torch because they were the only one it couldn't burn. Zagreus left such a strong impression in Gojo because he was the only one who did not think him special, who only saw him as a man.
I hinted aout it, cultivation is its own assurance of success. Even Griffon in the end wasn't mad, with King's Curse he thought himself capable of standing up to even his own father and what we saw from him wasn't distant from the truth. Him and Octavian had things going for them that even the average cultivator couldn't get with normal refiniment.
Virtuous Sons is such a great series because is danced the line between Wuxia and Xianxia. Both genders were born out of a desire to freedom and self afirmation. "Mountains and lakes" meant that the government had no authority there and it was up to upstanding people to rise up for justice. The Xianxia power fantasy came later yet overtook the original concept. Virtuous Sons is a "return to form" so to speak as the protagonists are more fit as wuxia protagonists than the trashy mcs we see in xianxia.
I am glad to have made the author happy! Also you didn't answer the Question about Age of Will Humans. How do they measure up here?
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First of all, A-rays are immortal. Period. Incarnated souls ala 3rd magic is in a diferent ballpark from a servant, you can't destroy energy nor information. This mean only a hero can put one down for good but this is a tall order even for most heroes. While their personal power is that of a high servant once they start to tap into the grains (true ether) of the planet even the weakest among them can destroy a small country. This mean only a tyrant can credibly make one back down and even then it is more one of those "more troublen than it is worth" situations rather than fear. A Tyrant with preptime like Damon can destroy one... given that they can pass through the A-ray "fairy domain", the manifestation of their own Truth which give A-rays independent manifestation. But even if the manage to pull this off most of them will get killed by the A-ray's Lumina, a retaliatory system one the A-ray is destroyed similar to Arcueid's own but fused with the White Giant's rampage that almost destroyed the planet in the age of gods.
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In resume, they are all tyrants at birth but can theoretically grow to god level with enough time. Also killing them is really bad and extremely difficult.
Reading this...how advanced has Earth become?
Because I thought originally Earth considering alternate dimensions for colonization was a bit premature, but now.
Did Sophic Realm Cultivators really bootstrap tech that much or is it more like Earth has the knowledge on hand but still needs to build the tools to build the tools with only Sophic Cultivators able to skip the steps?
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The only thing I disliked about Ordeal Call 3 was that if every planet can only create one successor but not every planet manage to pull it off then it would mean their numbers are dropping since the big bang or the universe is almost empty. Looking at nature you either put heavy investment in few children or have as many as you can and let them fend for themselves. A-rays are the second.
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Yes, pretty much. Aristotles turned a homemade medicine made from garlic and honey into something capable of healing punctured lungs. Six months of repose in a bottle. The numerian science is a settle design, the maximum performance you can squeeze out of the laws of physics. Take a repair robot, enhance it with rhetoric and he can easily build more of itself then build anything you desire at impossible speed. Take a terraforming robot and you solve any climate problem. Nobody benefit more from super science than philosophers.