Oftentimes the boy would sit unaccompanied and stare at the world where he'd been reborn. The Empire of Labyrinths was the mightiest in the world, and Northern Yong its industrial heartland, but you would not know it by casual inspection. Nature blossomed in Yong with a vivacity and sheer magnificence of color that put Earth to shame: every tree a masterpiece, each river a dragon coiling, every gorge a looming ancient, the sky an eye-filling vividness of blue. Here nature rioted with intensity and fearful harmony both, in the land ruled by the Titan of The Elements. From atop his fortress, Yong Shen's presence was like a boulder dipped into the pond of the cosmos, an emanation of order, commerce, hierarchy and vitality.
Surprisingly communal and beneficial themes from our grandpa considering how prickly he was last update. Then again when you have to deal with some young upstart causing a mess every few years I guess its only natural you'd develop into a grumpy old man. If the very environment is terraformed though you have to wonder why its so beautiful when rather then focused on efficiency. Some sort of Daoist pattern which resembles art but nonetheless encourages productivity more then more efficient farming techniques? Or maybe Grandpa just wanted a beautiful landscape near his house.
He was blessed, the Nameless child knew, to live in an unspoiled fraction of the Empire, blessed further still to be grandson to a Titan. Even were he not to exert one handspan of effort his entire life, still he would be served with the output of millions, still his word was life or death for any of common blood. It was said that to challenge Yong was to press against the mountain, and here the mountain's strength was insurmountable, the pillar that separated Earth and Heaven. Ponderous, yes, but inescapably vast, and to face it was destruction by main strength and pure, crushing inevitability.
"And then he'd die as heaven smote him down because he had the lack of luck to be selected by them."
Odd for Nammeless to be counting his blessings here since unlike everyone else he got to choose the circumstances of his birth and paid through the nose to get them. As the Young Master we are the 0.00001% though which conveys a whole host of benefits, dosh being a superpower fit to rival Cultivation!
Boulevards of perfect smooth stone formed broad thoroughfares through the Territory of Yong. This was the circulatory system of Empire; through it flowed Yong-forged steel, Yong-pulled jade, Yong-grown rice and Yong-crafted sundries to feed, clothe, and arm the peoples of Imperial Center, Eastern Kong, Western Ming and Southern Vane. The Elemental Arts of Yong Cultivation had brought nature to heel, and that prodigious bounty was crucial to the frayed, stagnant, and corrupt Empire he'd been born to save. Should Yong fall, the civilized world would follow not long thereafter.
We stand atop one of the pillars of the Empire...if nothing else we now really have personal investment in seeing it stay safe! Still it seems that Grandpa is Cultivation's version of the Avatar and that he was reasonably proactive about improving his lands back in the day. I have to wonder if the lands still have to be maintained by him occasionally or if the disciples of his Cultivation can keep things under control. Since Grandpa seems to have withdrawn from public life its probably the latter unless he's taken up continent gardening as a hobby.
The Empire contained seven hundred billion hungry mouths spread across an area hundreds of times the surface area of Asia. Without superhuman industry, it would collapse, hollowed out by rot and famine. Too grand to be challenged, too mighty to be gainsaid, still it would buckle under the weight of its own size.
700,000,000,000 huh? Bigger then some Cultivation settings but far less expansive then some, also gives an idea about just how powerful the Cultivators can get if such a "small" area can contain Titans. No duels involving destroying planets here.
So the boy took time to look. In the scenario of his defeat, he wanted to remember the world he'd failed. And if he won...
He clutched his hands to his sides, struggling to contain himself.
Aaaaaaahhh, it's so cool! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!
The option we've taken prioritizes long-term growth to the extent that nothing is liable to be able to challenge us if we beat the Heroine so this confidence is probably warranted.
Childish, he knew. Despite the memories of an adult, his was still the mind of a child. But what were adults but children who had grown better at pretending? More clever, sometimes, but no less cruel. If he won he would rule this world, possess it and protect it against those who would wish it harm.
The child grew. His power waxed; his intellect was a voracious thing, consuming books, scrolls, ledgers - anything at all that could tell him more about the society he'd found himself in. Naturally, this lead to the attention of his father, and the most stressful period of his young life.
Yeah its as odd as it is endearing to see Nameless freaking out over the possibilities laid before him like a kid at Toys R' Us (RIP). Our choice to be a nerd is showing here though and synergizing with us picking the most intellectual of the mentor options laid before us.
Yong Liefang was a distortion in the otherwise-unbroken tapestry of this world. A charming sleazebag with an easy smile and expressive, sincere eyes, he was an inveterate bum who seemed to have nothing better to do than to laze around tormenting his son. And like a rat underfoot, he was uncannily deft at inserting his presence wheresoever it was least desired.
Its good to know that our dad is invested and interested in us. Also his inhuman manipulation skills are showing here as he manages to insinuate himself in his kid's life while still juggling the responsibilities he has as the Yong strategist.
Hey, kiddo."
"Kid."
"Nerd boy. Child we didn't love enough to give a name to."
dad no
dad why
dad stahp
Nameless groaned and clutched his head. "Father, I'm trying to read."
"Books, huh. In moderation, they're pretty useful. In excess," Liefang flipped the table, sheafs of paper fluttering cadaverously in the humid air, "A mediocre path to power. You can't have that, right?"
In all honesty I'm kinda glad to see this informality and relaxation with our dad. In fiction fillial relationships like this can get pretty fucked up, especially in rich/noble families where the weight of obligation and expectation can be crushing. Our dad being an asshole is a fair trade for that.
Yong Liefang, the Lord of Vermin, Strategy Officer and Spymaster of the House of Yong, clutched his arms around himself and mimed a child shaking with excitement. "I-I gotta rule the world, after all!"
Eyes wide, Nameless confronted the wretch. "You - how do you even know about that?"
"Ah world domination, what an innocent childhood dream. I'm sure the kid will grow out of this phase given some time though."
"Come here and I'll tell you," Liefang gestured, a solemn expression overtaking his features.
Reluctantly, Nameless leaned closer.
Looking carefully from side to side, his father whispered, "Listen, kiddo, you may not know this, but there's this creepy woman who seems to be stalking you. I've caught her once or twice, she reminds me of a chick that tried to kill me back in the day. Don't worry child, stick with me and I'll protect you."
Mom hasn't even shown up and she's already great. Not sure if dad is trying to lay on a guilt trip for not paying equal amounts of attention to her or just trying to cement himself as the "favorite" parent.
"You mean Mother?"
"Now, you didn't hear it from me, but I heard that when you were a newborn, this woman jammed her tits straight into your face! Sexually harassing an infant, what has this world come to!? Perhaps you were so traumatized you forgot the incident, retarding your mental and physical development!"
First insinuating that we're a nerd that spends too much time with his nose in books and then switching tracks to saying we've been retarded mentally. Liefang's insult cavalcade cares not for such silly things as "continuity" or "logic."
Nameless emitted a slightly strangled noise. "What do you want, Father?"
Liefang laid an arm around his shoulder. "The real question, kiddo, is what do you want? A pony? The lollipop I stole from you when you were three? Or perhaps... a true path to power?"
Phenomenal cosmic power is a pretty nice thing to bribe your kid with in Cultivator society, mildly surprised we don't have a stable filled with thoroughbred magic horses awaiting our attentions though. Also its good to know that Liefang didn't steal our candy when we were literally a baby.
"Power?" He regarded his father suspiciously. Was the man finally going to teach him?
Father broke away, walking a semicircle around Nameless. "Of course, of course. But you're spoiled enough, I can't just give it to you. What do you think the true path to power is, kid?"
Mildly surprising that dad knows that we're growing up spoiled yet is only now trying to make us work for and earn our power. I guess from his perspective being spoiled isn't that bad a thing for a scion of Yong, bar a disaster we're bound to live in luxury for the rest of our life and the Yong hold the most prosperous and stable lands in the empire.
Nameless coughed. Cultivation was the obvious one, but would Father renounce it as obviously incorrect? Or was the simple answer the right one? Impossible to know, he'd just gamble. What was Father good at? He was the undefeated Yong Clan champion of weiqi and other board games. "The true path... does it have something to do with board games?"
"What?" Father recoiled. "Board, board games? What the fuck have you been reading, kid? No, it's got nothing to do with board games."
My dreams of an intense winner take all game of Mahjong with the Heroine to decide the fate the world is crushed.
"Okay, is the true path... being a lazy bum?"
Liefang chuckled. "What makes us more than human? What unlocks our potential, destroys our enemies, and builds our society?"
Well it seems the barrier between mortals and immortals is firmly in place with that "more than human" comment. Still its fairly accurate and so long as it doesn't lead to the typical Cultivator antics of dismissing the deaths of billions due to just being human it isn't that bad. Trying to enforce equality under the law in a setting like this is probably doomed from the get-go.
"Intelligence," Nameless replied.
His father blinked. "Well, yeah. I was gonna say Cultivation, but intelligence works too. And who cultivates, who is intelligent?"
Neeeeeeeerd, also mildly concerning that Nameless chose "intelligence" as the answer which separates humans from Cultivators. Seems to have taken dad aback at least even if his cultural fixation on Cultivation is unsurprising.
"...People."
"Yes." His father pointed at the child's chest. "You are a person. You can Cultivate. You have intelligence, tragically stunted it may be by boyhood traumas. I'm a person too - can you believe it? Your stalker, your servants, even your Grandpa - all people. In this civilized world of ours, people are power. If you only grow your own strength, you'll only control one person. But control the people around you, and you are the master of your world."
Dad acknowledging both mortals and those he manipulates as people does bode well for his perspective on mortals and relative assholishness. Though it could well be the case that he is just indifferent to trampling over people to reach his goals regardless of their origins. Equality through exploitative indifference!
Nameless pouted. "People can't just be controlled so easily," he complained.
"Of course not, did you think the path of true power was easy?" The man scoffed. "Listen up kid, if they do what you want it doesn't matter whether you coerced them or convinced them. Convincing's usually better, even."
"The true power was the friends you made along the way."
Father sat down. "Think about it this way. When your elders give you gifts and cultivation materials, what are they doing?"
"They're investing in the next generation."
"Whoa kiddo, tone it down with the party line. But yeah, they're trying to control you with an investment. Shape the future when they're dead. And if you know anything about investors, it's this: they are stingy fucks. They're thinking about rate of return, so they want to give as little as they can to get everything out of you."
...you have to wonder about the importance of heirs when you're immortal. Grandpa was apparently around at the beginning of the Empire and was the first Titan so it would seem that vastly increased longevity is something cultivators have if not out and out immortality lich style. Do lower stages really give such a small improvement in lifespan, from the expected training times for each stage you wouldn't think so. Cultivator society might just be violent enough that it is always wise to have an heir though.
"Instead, try this scam: pretend to be a crappy old man," Liefang produced a shawl and makeup kit, "Go to another province where we don't own everything, and bump into some hothead who's a little less important than you. Spill all his crap on the road, pretend to be drunk if you need to, just be an obnoxious fuck. Get him really incensed. And when he threatens to kill you and your whole family - BAM! You whip out the Great Seal of Yong. Everyone on the public street just saw him threaten a Scion of the Four Great Clans. He'll beg you to fleece him, if you'll please just spare his life. Now, you can take the easy route and take all his stuff. Or you can take the more interesting route and take all his stuff while forcing him to disclose all his secrets and sell himself into slavery to you. More on enforcing that later. Point is, while your uncles were training their asses off to 'earn' materials from Dad, I had forty times as much, and all I had to learn was how to look like a crappy old man."
"The moral of the story is that drugs, dosh and a can-do attitude can trump any amount of raw talent and hard work provided you use morality as a dump stat."
Also damn that casual reference to slavery really hammers home just how different the world is here.
"Is that how you entered Reality Forming without training?" Nameless had perked up, this was pretty interesting.
"If you spend your life playing their game, you'll end up in the box they want to put you. Play your own game, and you might have a shot at ending up where you want to be. And about that scam: later on, I overplayed it. The other Houses caught wise, it almost went public. Would have been egg on your Grandpa's face and ugly for me. Luckily I had my slaves cover it up. A lot of them died that day. Moral of the story: some people are okay to scam. But if you want a longer relationship, don't hoodwink them too much, even if they're an easy mark. Give 'em a deal you can convince them is fair, so they'll keep coming back. And never go into a scheme whose consequences you can't recover from, but work as close to that line as you can, or one day you'll find you've stopped learning."
"You can keep fleecing a sheep for years if you're careful and treat them well during the shearing. However you can only butcher them for mutton once."
Dad's healthy dollop of pragmatism will hopefully prevent us from getting too prideful or vindictive in the future. Though when your role-model casually enslaves people and sends them to their deaths to cover up his crimes it does not bode well.
"I see..." Nameless said. "So I shouldn't tell mother all those things you said, and in exchange you'll buy whatever I ask for?"
Liefang threw his head back and laughed. "Nice try kid, but your mother knows better than to go to war with me. Homework for today: come up with a scam that doesn't rely on the power of Yong."
Liefang is many things but it would seem that whipped is not one of them. Aside from ensuring that she didn't kill him I do have to wonder why he married Mom though, actual affection?
One by one, the seasons faded into one another. Years passed, and the nameless heir began his first halting steps in self-taught Diagram magic and Cultivation Theory. He learned the great game at his father's urging, but it quickly became clear that eighteen years was too brief a time to master the winds of circumstance.
The Diagram Schools were complex, but his father's field of study was on another level entirely. Without centuries of experience, it was difficult to reliably shape the world on anything but a local scale. The nameless heir soon learned that the ideal strategy was to play a myriad of simple plans, each of which could pay out substantially if successful, but whose loss would not be critical in the grand scheme of things. One took credit for the plans that succeeded, brushed the others under the table, and used the reputation gained thereby to support wilder schemes. Luckily, the magic of the Diagram made both much easier to manage. He crafted disguises and psuedonyms, using the Diagram arts to contact his cats-paws.
While useful at brushing things under the table and remaining subtle disguises probably have limited use when you're a child of the Yong. At a certain point being able to slap people over the head with the weight of your name trumps being underestimated.
Many, many schemes were abject failures. Selling Ruin-delver insurance was impossible without established actuarial tables. Cultivators didn't trust the idea of fractional reserve banking, which did make less sense when currencies were backed by materials directly convertible to personal power. The Ponzi scheme was just a bad idea despite its initial profitability. The world simply didn't need a semaphore network.
Dad is less then impressed with our fraudster credentials. Kinda surprised that Nameless has knowledge of how to do all these things, while I imagine he can study up on many of them in this world it does make you wonder about his old world knowledge.
The joint-stock company was a notable but limited success, as Cultivators already held all notable capital and were naturally distrustful of each other. Still, the opportunity to diversify one's wealth as a hedge against localized disaster was tempting. Why be a lord tied to local holdings when you could take a small fraction of the world's total output? All parties had to trust that dividends would actually be delivered, which slowed adoption dramatically.
Schemes which require trust are drastically less effective in a world where everyone of note is a backstabbing asshole. Who could have guessed?
Despite those complications, Nameless' cut of the proceeds made him prosperous even for a Scion of Yong. With the somewhat-free flow of liquidity, Eastern Kong was even considering the reclamation of its monster-overrun wilderness to plant Spirit Alchemy ingredients! Next up, bond markets, investment banking, financial derivatives... one day, maybe even credit default swaps.
Ultimately, however, the market of cultivation materials was a finite path to power. The greatest treasures needed to ascend true heights of Cultivation were too valuable to trade for any quantity of fungible lower-tier materials. Wealth could only grant him the things society was willing to part with, and that was simply not enough.
Somewhere in a universe far far away Anys Syn felt an inexplicable urge to get wasted. Cultivation materials being outside of conventional means to acquire at higher levels was hinted at earlier with the "unremitting competition" part of the Cultivation description. Unsurprising but still rather disappointing.
The day he realized that, Nameless met the lich.
Oh right the mentor we voted to get and then summarily kill off in the timeskip we first started to learn from him. Our dreams of being a magical terrorist alongside our mentor were crushed before they could even begin...also probably counterproductive but that's irrelevant.