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Chapter 2048: Different Foundations
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    JollyMaker
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    "The Spell seemed to have named it… [All Aboard]? What does it even mean? How... embarrassing..."

    Yeah, you can't tel me that Sunny isn't Weaver anymore, it makes fun of him way too often
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    AINZOOALGON
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    Noice
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    Dadadai Shukosha
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    The spell is missing Sunny lol
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    Laiter400
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    W chap
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    『 』 Hollow
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    i swear you the spell always talk to Sunny like a bitchy ex
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    Atlas
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    bruh why do they post the next chapter in the comments
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      RoverTheUnkind
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      That's cuz now there is a "next chapter" hahaha. At the time, the only way to get access to next chapter is by subscribing the official site....... You know we are reading this novel illegally,right? 😂😂
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    Disarmed
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    так вот Кто придумывает название главам oru2x
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    Awybin
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    2049 Things to Do in the Apocalypse


    Master Alice concentrated on creating more enchanted arrowheads. As she explained, they would be attached to shafts and fitted with fletching later — and most likely by a different forgemaster.
    After the second one, the petite woman dove into a lockbox containing the crafting hall‘s daily allocation of soul shards and used them to bolster her Aspect. Every once in a while, the shimmering crystal she was holding in her hand would crack and crumble into dust.
    Sunny studied the process with a thoughtful expression.
    No wonder custom Memories were a luxury reserved for the private troops of the royal clan. The work of the enchanters was chillingly expensive — especially considering that each of the spent soul shards could have been used to strengthen the core of an Awakened soldier. In Antarctica, the continent had been flooded with great hordes of relatively weak abominations. That was why soldiers of the Evacuation had many opportunities to saturate their cores — but here in Godgrave, all Nightmare Creatures were stronger and more ferocious than the warriors of the two human armies.
    Killing them was a tough task, and therefore, the soul shards were scarce. There were also many more Awakened here than there had been in Antarctica, so most soldiers still had plenty of room to grow. That just went to show how exclusive the services of someone like Sunny were. Aiko was right... the Brilliant Emporium had to be presented as a luxury service. Very few people could afford bespoke Memories, especially considering that the royal clan was the main source of them by far.
    Usually, Sunny would have felt bliss at the confirmation of his bright financial future, but today, his thoughts wandered in a different direction.
    The situation in Godgrave — overwhelming enemies that were dreadfully difficult to defeat even for powerful Awakened, scarcity of resources, and a constant attrition of human lives — seemed to resemble what awaited humanity in the future very much.
    Once more pieces of the waking world were swallowed by the Dream Realm, the civilization as he knew it would slowly start to collapse... transform, at best. The Dream Gate exodus would accelerate, with most of the population slowly migrating to the other side — at least if Nephis had anything to say about it.
    If it was left to the Sovereigns to decide... who knew. Sunny could easily see a situation where the ruthlessly pragmatic Supremes simply shut the Dream Gates, leaving billions of people to die. Because the human enclaves they had been preparing in the Dream Realm for decades could only sustain hundreds of millions of inhabitants, not billions.
    But even if the Sovereigns were defeated and Nephis usurped the throne of war, the future still looked dire.
    There were more Death Zones in the Dream Realm, after all... and nothing really held the dreadful creatures populating them from migrating to greener pastures. Especially once those pastures were populated by countless humans, and started to emanate the alluring scent of myriads of human souls.
    In fact, Sunny expected that to happen. A slow, inevitable, and terrifying escalation that would bring humanity to the brink of destruction. Not only because he had a habit of expecting the worst from the world, but also because there were relevant examples. There had been five other Divine Realms swallowed by the Dream Realm before his world, after all. There were Supremes among the inhabitants of those worlds, too. And yet...
    If it was so easy to survive in the Dream Realm, those civilizations would have still been around. But something had wiped them out, leaving no survivors... in fact, Godgrave itself seemed to be the place where one of these civilizations had been destroyed.
    What was a Cursed Tyrant doing in the ruins of a human city?
    A chilling thought suddenly entered Sunny's mind.
    There were no Cursed Ones in Bastion.
    But there was at least one in North America...
    So what was going to happen when America was consumed by the Dream Realm?
    Would it appear north of the Forgotten Shore and the Burned Forest, like the fragment of Antarctica he had stumbled on?
    Or would it appear somewhere else?
    In the middle of the Stormsea, perhaps, or in the wilderness east of Bastion? Maybe even next to Bastion, moving other lands away? Once it did, where would the Nightmare Creatures populating it go? Would they stay in place or disperse?
    'Damn it…’
    Before, Sunny had only been thinking about the approaching collapse of the waking world in terms of a human mass migration...
    But there would probably be a mass migration of abominations, too. After all, by the end of it all, there would be more Nightmare Creatures left in the waking world than humans. And they would be much more dreadful than they were now.
    He sighed and briefly glanced at Nephis.
    'We do indeed have to become Supreme...‘
    For now. But even that was most likely not enough to face the future.
    Sunny would probably be able to slay a Cursed Tyrant like Condemnation after attaining Supremacy and establishing a vast Domain... somehow. But an Unholy Tyrant? An Unholy Titan?
    Those were gods. Vile and corrupted, but still gods. And not only that, but gods of the highest caliber.
    A mortal, no matter how powerful, could not defeat a god.
    Sunny sighed again.
    'Great.‘
    So, if he described it briefly...
    These things were on his to-do list: forge a soulbound sword for Nephis, rebel against two Supremes and kill them, conquer the world, find and deal with the third Supreme, oversee the resettlement of the human race to the Dream Realm, become a god, and kill every god of the less handsome variety aiming to swallow humanity.
    Oh, and also keep the flames of romance and passion alive in the process... with a workaholic girl who could not really remember him. And keep his sister alive.
    Preferably, make comically large sums of money while he was at it. Sunny lingered for a moment, then lowered his head and rubbed his face.
    'Ah...‘
    How come life had been so much simpler before?
    He felt almost nostalgic about trying to survive in the outskirts. Almost.
    But not quite...
    Nightmares, however, did feel strangely cozy and inviting at the moment.
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      Awybin
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      2050 Catalyst of Improvement


      Luckily, Sunny had no time to stress about the glaringly eschatological nature of his daily life... or about romantic date ideas during the literal end of the world.
      Soon enough, Master Snow — the Scribe Knight and Spellsmith — finished working on the cuirass of a robust scale armor and lowered his hands with a satisfied sigh.
      The craftsmanship of the armor piece was exquisite. It was not an easy task, to work with the scales of a powerful abomination, but the man handled it beautifully. It was even of a higher quality than it needed to be — after all, the cuirass was meant to become a part of a Memory, and Memories tended to fit the body of their masters magically. Perhaps Master Snow was a perfectionist — a quality that Sunny grew to dislike as he matured.
      The man looked over to his partner and cleared his throat.
      "It's ready to be Infused."
      Alice temporarily put down the arrowheads and concentrated on the suit of armor, pouring a subtle, but constant stream of essence into it. It seemed that the Aspect Ability that made her an Infuser was her Dormant one — therefore, she could perform the Infusion even while low on essence.
      With that, Master Snow hesitated for a few moments before turning to Sunny and Nephis.
      "...You are still here?"
      It was quite a rude question, considering that Nephis was his superior both in the military hierarchy and in that of the royal clan.
      She smiled lazily.
      "You know, Master Alice reminded me that we are distant cousins. Still... I think I can get you executed for insubordination ifI really try. Or worse, get you permanently assigned to the Luminous Memories crafting hall.ll
      Master Snow paled.
      "L—luminous... what? You wouldn‘t dare!"
      But then, he frowned.
      "Wait, why are we even quarreling? It was an honest question." Sunny sighed.
      He suddenly sensed something very disturbing...
      The feeling of starting to understand how Aiko felt when dealing with him.
      "Yes, we are still here. We had a very illuminating conversation with Master Alice, and were waiting for you in hopes of witnessing a genuine Spellsmith creating a Memory."
      Master Snow looked at him in surprise.
      "Ah! I see. Well... I guess it would be an honor for someone like you to see a real Spellsmith at work. No problem."
      Sunny's polite smile remained in place, but his eye twitched.
      '...It's my own fault.‘
      He should have shown them something like [Definitely Not Me] or [In Case of Emergency] instead of a rudimentary Memory knife... of course, that would have caused its own swarm of problems.
      There was some time left while Master Alice was lnfusing the cuirass, so Sunny asked with sufficient reverence in his voice:
      "I can conceive how Forgers make mundane items into Memories. But you, Spellsmiths... honestly, I don't understand at all. Do people from the Valor bloodline simply possess Aspects that allow them to wish enchantments into existence?"
      Master Snow gave him a dubious look.
      "You should understand what a Memory is well enough, as well as where it comes from. So, no... it is not as simple as wishing them into existence. We do often unseal Aspects that have to do with craftsmanship and invention, though... and mirrors — hence the various abilities tied to replication that Forgers possess. However, Spellsmiths are an entirely different breed. We do not copy. We... improve."
      Sunny raised an eyebrow.
      "Improve?"
      The man nodded.
      "That sounds a bit like the job of an Infuser, huh? But no, what I mean is something else. Let's say that there is a sword, and a Spellsmith turns it into a powerful Memory weapon. From the side, it seems like the Spellsmith is placing enchantments on the sword — but in truth, he does not. Instead, he encourages the sword to improve. To become sharper, stronger, more lethal... to become closer to the flawless version of what it is meant to be. The sword itself is the source of enchantments. The Spellsminth simply serves as the catalyst of change, as well as its guide."
      Sunny hesitated for a few moments.
      "So the sword turns into a Memory... because it has always possessed the capacity to be one?"
      It was a strange thought, but somewhat in line with Valor's lineage of War God.
      War God was also the deity of craft, intellect, and progress after all. And life.
      And life was a constant struggle.
      So, Sunny could see a member of the Valor family being able to initiate the process of artificial evolution in something — the process of progress through iteration and struggle, just like natural selection was for living beings.
      Of course, it was strange to consider that a chunk of sharpened metal could evolve.
      Master Snow nodded.
      "Just as a human possesses the capacity to be a god — the act which is revealed when one's Aspect is unsealed. You must have felt it as well, Master Sunless, on the day you conquered the First Nightmare... the fact that the source of power reshaping your soul and body was, and always had been, hidden within you. Not placed there by an outward force."
      Sunny tilted his head, failing for the first time to maintain his polite facade. He was just too bewildered and engrossed by this strange... philosophy? School of thought? Nonsense?
      In any case, he did remember feeling exactly what Master Snow had described. When the Spell helped him unseal the Shadow Slave Aspect, Sunny clearly felt that the source of the heat reforging him had come from somewhere within, from something that had been a part of him all along.
      Even the word the Spell used hinted at fact.
      [The First Seal is broken]
      [Awakening Dormant powers...]
      Breaking a seal meant that the seal had existed somewhere inside him all along.
      Awakening Dormant powers meant that they had been sleeping within him already.
      Not that the Spell had placed the seal and the power into his soul as some form of reward... no, it had simply helped him access something that had already been there.
      Sunny frowned.
      'Actually... that makes a lot of sense.’
      It was perfectly in line with what Ananke told them in the depths of the Tomb of Ariel about where humans had come from, and why they were so different from all other beasts and creatures.
      It was because humans, just like the gods, had been born from the primordial flame of divinity... from the flame of desire. Their souls were formed from the sparks that had been cast when the Void was sealed in a net made from desire.
      So, human souls came from the original source of divinity. Therefore, they could very well contain the potential for... everything.
      An infinite amount of potentials — of all the Aspects that had existed, existed, and would ever exist. It was only when an Aspect was unsealed that the potential was realized, and therefore exhausted, turning infinite possibility into definite reality.
      That was why Aspects came from within humans, and yet could very well have nothing to do with humans. Like Nephis, who had inherited an Aspect of a nephilim — or Sunny himself, who had inherited the Aspect of a divine shadow.
      'Huh.'
      Sunny narrowed his eyes a little.
      'If I am the sword in this metaphor... then who is helping me improve?‘
      It was certainly not a Spellsmith.
      Instead... it was the Nightmare Spell.
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    Wolfé
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    Where's the chapter, I'm abt to tweak out
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      DragonGhost
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      It's here
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    Га Ноцри
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    Да, татуировка с надписью "welcome aboard" это классика пошлого юмора в кино
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