Novel Full Book 9: Chapter 132: Comfy (1)
Book 9: Chapter 132: Comfy (1)
Dyon and Kawa walked toward a large courtyard to find the massive image of an ancient tree. It loomed over the whole of Elvin territory. In fact, it was so large that it could be seen from the outer space territory of soul planet. It was none other than the World Tree projection Ri had brought into this world with her abilities as Elvin Queen.
Currently, hundred sat meditating under its rays, while Ri herself sat on a sturdy branch of the projection meditating. She was so focused that she didn’t even notice Dyon enter, completely focused on her task at hand.
“Ah, so painful, my own wife doesn’t even notice my presence.” Though Dyon didn’t lower his voice, no one but Kawa heard him.
Still, elves who weren’t as focused as Ri couldn’t help but look over. When they recognized him, their eyes became filled with reverence.
The elves hadn’t participated in the battle in any large capacity. They were one of the most powerful fighting forces Dyon had at the time, but it was impossible for them to contribute. Currently, their bodies were still undergoing changes under the influence of the World Tree, so they couldn’t bring out their true strength.
In the end, Dyon made the choice of allowing them to remain here, thinking that he would soon be attacking the 99 universes anyway. But, now that he had decided against such a rash action, he was faced with a dilemma.
Of the probationary 1st Tier Clans, the Pakals, the Guatama, and the Jafari were the only Clans who gained enough merits to become official 1st Tier Clans.
The Guatama Clan, led by Alidor, absorbed what remained of the Uidah, effectively taking it over. The two Clans had very close blood ties to begin with, having only diverged a few generations ago, which was why their two Clans had once been very close.
With the contributions of Alidor and the Sons and Daughters, not only did they accumulate enough merit to become 1st Tier Clans, they were well on their way to becoming a 2nd Tier Clan.
These matters gave Dyon quite the headache. Though he wanted to favor his wife, it was impossible to do so under these circumstances. He couldn’t just arbitrarily give the elves status when they hadn’t earned it.
If the merit needed could be covered by Ri alone, it would be fine. But, the way Dyon and Clara constructed the system, a Clan must meet a total merit goal as well as meeting a total contributors of a certain threshold goal. Meaning, a single person couldn’t carry a Clan to great status.
All of this resulted in a situation where the Elves might very well lose their probationary status as 1st Tier Clans. Should this happen, Dyon would be forced to rescind much of their territory.
If he really followed through with such a thing, what had been his mother-in-law projecting her poor marital status upon him might become closer to the truth than he’d like to admit.
Luckily, the Federation gave Dyon a great escape from this. If the World Tree had as great of an effect as it should, then that would mean that Dyon could allow the elves to accumulate merits by ‘conquering’ universes through the Federation’s system. Then, the problem would be solved.
Dyon didn’t mind sending a clone to handle these matters. After all, a single clone of his would already be stronger than any of the youths below 1000 years of age. At least in the Tower Quadrants, that is.
But, Dyon had to play these matters of the Federation correctly. Even if he could sweep through all of their missions in an instant and claim every universe of the tower quadrants for himself, it would be nothing short of foolish for him to do so.
If he acted in this way, how would the other Clans react? Some might accept it out of fear of the Sacharro Clan’s strength, but many would not.
Those who joined the Federation, despite knowing they weren’t as strong as the best Clans, only did so because they had a faint light of hope. As for the strongest Clans, they were confident in their abilities to profit from these matters.
But what if Dyon overbearingly snatched all those hopes from them? They would definitely react violently.
Therefore, Dyon had to be tactful… At least in the beginning. He would allow the geniuses beneath him to shine. In this way, the other Clans would stand a chance and the backlash wouldn’t be as severe.
When the time was right, he would spring forward, righteously claiming lands for himself. Even if they complained at that point, it would already be too late. Dyon’s power would be consolidated. Once he succeeded, there was a chance he might be able to conquer the tower quadrants before the battlefield descended.
In order to accomplish this, he of course needed geniuses. The Mortal Clan geniuses weren’t ready yet, but he had the Demon Generals and the Elves. Plus, in about another ten to twenty years, he’d be able to create another batch.
Of course… He had his wives as well.
That said, though Dyon had indeed come here for serious matters related to this, he most importantly came for something else entirely… And that was, of course, to tease his wife.
Under the reverent gazes of the elves and with his mother-in-law chuckling by his side, Dyon flashed forward, silently appearing behind Ri’s meditating figure.
That day, the shriek of an Elvin Queen shook their territory.