Chapter 2312 - 1154: Time to Get a Wife

Chapter 2312: Chapter 1154: Time to Get a Wife

"One two one, one two three four, jump..."

In the dance studio, as the dance teacher clapped rhythmically, the girls moved gracefully, performing an ancient dance in unison.

This is the Prayer Dance to the Gods excavated from ancient relics, said to have the mystical power of summoning deities.

"Great, everyone did very well. Let’s take a five-minute break."

After a round of dancing, the teacher clapped her hands and announced.

Thus, the students, drenched in sweat, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Most of them plopped down on the floor without caring about their image and started chatting.

"I’m exhausted; this Prayer Dance to the Gods is really complex. Those ancient shrine maidens and priests must’ve had it tough."

A student sighed.

"Of course, in religion, rituals to worship deities are very important. If it wasn’t complex, how would the world know of the priests’ pious faith?"

A student laughed with a tone of mocking the outdated relics of the past.

This mockery instantly resonated with most of the students around, and they all began to laugh along.

After all, the so-called Winter Empire is ancient history dating back thousands of years. Nowadays, who among the new age Alliance People believes in deities? Even children just entering kindergarten, having received basic education, know that omniscient and omnipotent deities don’t exist in this world. Those who dare to call themselves deities are all pseudo gods with ulterior motives, merely tricksters wielding great strength.

In the thousands of years since the Alliance was formed, countless "Outer Realm Evil Gods" have descended upon the world. But what was the outcome? Without exception, those pseudo gods ended up on the dissection tables of the Church of Machinery, becoming nourishment for magic armor technology.

From this perspective, perhaps they should indeed thank these "deities" for their gifts, as they sacrificed their lives to nourish the Alliance.

In any case, talk of faith and deities filled the dance studio with a lively atmosphere. As Alliance people, everyone was taught by the Church of Machinery from an early age to believe wholeheartedly that the science represented by magic armor machinery is the true path, while religious theology and such are mere feudal relics, believed only by unrefined primitives.

Only, among the students, there was one person who wasn’t laughing along.

It was a beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Indeed, beauty requires comparison. Even though everyone in the dance studio had undergone genetic optimization before birth as new humans, each one was absolutely considered a rare beauty by old-world standards, but the blonde and blue-eyed girl was still the most beautiful among them, so much so that she seemed like she was from a different race.

Well, in truth, they weren’t of the same race.

Because twelve blazing red wings grew from the girl’s back, and a grand halo like a majestic crown floated above her head. She truly was an Angel.

However, these days one shouldn’t say race, but ethnicity.

After all, within the Alliance, there’s ostensibly only one race, that is, humans.

Yes, Alliance laws clearly state that all species with humanoid forms are considered human. Whether you’re an Angel, a Demon, or a Great Dragon, those are mere ethnic differences.

What, you say Great Dragons don’t look human?

That’s a bit politically incorrect; be careful, the Great Dragons might sue you for discrimination. They can transform into humanoid form, so how are they not human?

In any case, within the Alliance, equality among all beings is the first principle that no one can defy.

Besides, the flesh is weak. Ultimately, when everyone undergoes mechanical ascension, ethnic distinctions will just be a temporary variance; in the end, everyone will return to the same path.

Only Intelligent Machinery is the true path.

"Elsa, what’s wrong, aren’t you feeling well?"

Someone noticed the Angel girl’s dissonant demeanor, expressing concern.

Upon hearing this inquiry, everyone who had been laughing turned their eyes towards the Angel girl named Elsa.

Young people always tend to be a bit focused on looks. Having a pretty face can easily make one the center of a crowd, not to mention the rarity of a girl being an Angel ethnicity, which is a huge bonus. Thus, Elsa was not only the class president but also the absolute center among the girls in class.

At this moment, the class president wasn’t smiling, so everyone dared not continue laughing and even started worrying if they had said something wrong, upsetting her.

"Uh, come to think of it, wasn’t the legendary Empress of Ice and Snow who successfully summoned deities through the Prayer Dance and established the Winter Empire also named Elsa?"

One girl gingerly stated.

So, everyone scrutinized the class president’s expression more carefully.

Being watched like this by her classmates, the Angel girl snapped out of her distraction and noticed the unusual focus on her.

"Oh, you’ve misunderstood. I was just thinking about other things just now. I don’t believe in deities either. As for the name, Elsa is quite a common name. There are probably eight to ten thousand Elsas in the entire Alliance, and names are just codes randomly assigned by the system at birth; it’s not something we have control over."

She explained with a gentle smile.