Chapter 1882: Leaving the world empty (I)
The moment Cain uttered the phrase "true enemy," the eyes of all Six Chief Counselors sharpened, brimming instantly with coldness, determination, and absolute killing intent—particularly Razputin’s. The enemy of Aether, the one force that every single being on their world loathed with unbridled hatred, was none other than the mutated Depravitas of Dark Sky.
Even though it had been a considerable length of time since they had defeated those monstrous invaders and reclaimed their homeworld, the memories were etched into their souls, fresh and vivid. How could anyone forget the ruthless enemy that had slaughtered billions of their brethren, pushing the Inferno Daemon Race to the brink of extinction? The devastation had been immeasurable, staining the continents of Aether red with blood. The war had required the combined efforts of every faction, every nation, and every race. They knew very well that the enemy they’d vanquished back then was merely one small fraction of a much larger threat, still lurking beyond the stars.
Cain had glimpsed the source of this threat, the true face of their enemy. If their King believed that moving billions of Aether’s people into the Everstrife Empyrean World was essential to face this existential danger, none of them would hesitate—even for a second.
Minxet glanced briefly at his fellow counselors, exchanging swift, silent communication. After a mere five seconds, he turned back toward Cain, eyes blazing with resolve.
"My King, we can complete the exodus within one week—provided we can depend upon your ability to guide us through the void directly into the Empyrean World," Minxet stated solemnly, with a respectful yet firm tone. "However," he continued carefully, "once we begin the assimilation into the new land, ensuring no individual is left behind or slips through the cracks will still require considerable effort. Therefore, fully acclimating and organizing our people might take several months."
Cain’s eyes sharpened with understanding as he considered their words. He nodded lightly before waving his hand, summoning six ornate rings from thin air. With another quick gesture, streams of his Ego Wave infused each ring, embedding within them a fragment of his own consciousness. He then sent the rings flying gracefully toward each counselor.
"These rings grant you access to my artificial intelligence system," Cain explained clearly. "Its computational capabilities surpass even those of ArchDeities, and it can effortlessly simulate scenarios with flawless precision—at least for cases that don’t involve variables beyond the Third Realm."
By now, the A.I. Chip Module had grown so powerful that Cain could safely allow others to access it without fear of weakening himself. Moreover, the fragment of consciousness embedded within the rings ensured a direct and stable mental connection between him and the counselors, allowing seamless and instantaneous communication.
The Six Chief Counselors’ eyes widened considerably upon hearing this. They immediately placed the rings upon their fingers, and after Cain gave a reassuring nod, they began testing the functionality. The sheer processing power and analytical precision left them momentarily speechless, astonishment and excitement flashing across their faces.
"With this technology at our disposal, the exodus and the subsequent resettlement of our people will occur exponentially faster, my King," Minxet declared confidently. His eyes now glowed fiercely with anticipation, envisioning how much smoother their colossal logistical operation had suddenly become.