Chapter 83: Eight Hundred Explosions
After a month had passed since the book ban, few people mentioned the two books in public. Occasional discussions were only held in private.
Those who regretted not having the books felt remorse, while those who still possessed the books remained silent, patiently waiting for the storm to pass.
In the side hall of the Eternal Harmony Hall in the Royal Palace of He'an City, the King of humans sat alone in the main seat. He spoke with a heavy voice, "Have they not been found yet?"
Someone immediately replied, "Reporting to the Elder, the latest information suggests that they have not been found. The 'Traveler' seems to have disappeared into thin air and is likely wandering in the wilderness."
The King of Humans let out a long sigh of relief, waving his hand slightly as the person retreated.
It had been nearly two months since the Elder Roundtable meeting. Half a month ago, the other eight elders, who had been waiting without results, had returned to their respective main cities.
The King of Humans sat quietly on the throne, pondering unknown thoughts. He muttered to himself, "'Traveler'... 'The Warrior's Path'... 'Rune Compendium'... Are they a blessing or a curse?"
Deep down, the King of Humans knew that for the entire human race, they were a blessing. But for the major families that formed the ruling class, they were a curse!
He represented not only the interests of the human race but also the interests of the major families. How should he choose?
After all, he was a powerful figure who had grown up within the existing system of the human race. His upbringing and cognition naturally inclined him to support the established order, and it was difficult to change that.
The waves caused by the introduction of new knowledge would eventually be quelled by bloodshed.
The book ban only postponed the outbreak of contradictions. All he could do was wait for a resolution that would not come from his own power alone.
He was getting old and would not live much longer. The future was for the future generations to fight for and decide.
...
Su Hao detonated another bomb, a bomb with eight hundred 'Explosion' runes. It created a crater with a diameter of nearly a hundred meters. Even though Su Hao was hiding at a distance, he was still knocked over by the shockwave from the explosion.
The 'Eight Hundred Explosions' bomb was no longer the size of a basketball but more like a large pot used for cooking in a village.
Su Hao could continue to create 'One Thousand Explosions,' 'Ten Thousand Explosions,' or even more, but he would need a larger volume to accommodate more runes and more blood essence.
Perhaps blood essence crystals could be used here.
However, he felt it was unnecessary. Who could withstand the power of the bomb he had created? Could Martial Ancestors withstand it? They were also flesh and blood.
Could their flesh and blood bodies withstand such power?
Su Hao didn't believe anyone could withstand it. If someone could, he would acknowledge them as the strongest.
With the human race possessing the bombs, what could wild Martial Beasts use to resist?
Would there still be incidents where Martial Beasts rampaged in the city and devoured people?
Su Hao smiled, feeling relieved. This was the sense of accomplishment that came from making history, the joy of achieving something for himself.
In previous lives, he had only struggled to survive, but in this life, he was finally making a difference. Deep in his heart, he began to accept his own existence, no longer just a lonely soul wandering without knowing where he would end up.
He believed that no matter which world he ended up in, he would have value and meaning.
If he couldn't achieve self-acceptance, he was afraid that during his long journey, he would become a shell without a soul, filled only with knowledge.
After finalizing his plans, Su Hao created another 'Eight Hundred Explosions' bomb and embedded numerous sharp blades inside it for added lethality.
Once the bomb was completed, Su Hao put on his Wing Armor, placed the bomb in a bag, and carried it on his back as he began to test flying with the added weight.
There was some impact, but it wasn't significant. The main issue was that the silent flight mode was disturbed and couldn't achieve true silence.
After returning to the ground, Su Hao set the 'Eight Hundred Explosions' bomb aside and ignored it. He shifted his focus to another problem.
His books, "The Warrior's Path" and "Rune Compendium," must not become weapons for the ruling class!
However, with his power alone, he was completely powerless to resist the entire upper echelon of the human race.
All he could do was plant a seed in people's hearts and wait for it to sprout.
Now it seemed that the seed had been planted, but it would take an unknown amount of time for it to fully grow. No one knew how many years it would take or how many people would die tragically in the bellies of Martial Beasts, helpless to resist.
Therefore, he needed to give the seed a little more water!
Su Hao would turn sixteen in three months.
He decided that on his sixteenth birthday, he would bring a great gift to the people!
After giving this gift, he would focus on researching methods to advance to the Grandmaster level.
There were two paths to achieve Grandmaster level. One was to join the He'an City Guard and serve as a lackey for eight years to qualify for the Grandmaster level. Whether he would be selected in the end was uncertain.
The other path was to slaughter numerous Martial Grandmasters in the wilderness and conduct research experiments. This experiment could take an indefinite amount of time—perhaps one year, five years, or even eight years—and success was not guaranteed.
Therefore, he needed to mentally prepare for a long period of seclusion.
But his mind was currently in chaos, unable to calm down and focus. Whenever he thought about his books, "The Warrior's Path" and "Rune Compendium," being used for control rather than allowing the majority of people to learn and collectively fend off the Martial Beasts, he felt extremely suppressed.
His mind was no longer clear!
"And advancing to the Grandmaster level is not easy. The issue of transplantation is a major problem. It can't be rushed. Let's focus on making the gift first! I want to see what they will use to ban my books. So what if I become a Grandmaster? So what if I become a Martial Ancestor?"
But before that, he needed to make some preparations.
"Replication," "Attachment," "Etching," "Diffusion," "Penetration," "Change of Color," "Intense Light," "Manipulation," "Barrier," "Locking"...
Su Hao meticulously studied and constructed each rune, turning them into the symbols he had envisioned.
No, these symbols were no longer just runes; they were more appropriately called Divine Abilities!
This was the first time he used runes to construct the scenes he had imagined.
...
Three months later, the sky above the main city was clear, and a gentle breeze blew.
Suddenly, a loud roar resounded through the sky above the He'an City, like thunderclaps and continuous rumbling.
The residents of the city immediately rushed outside and looked up to the sky. They had never heard such a sound before and were both astonished and frightened, with some choosing to
stay indoors out of fear.
However, as they followed the sound, they found nothing in the sky.
"What's going on?"
"Is it the roar of a Martial Ancestor Beast? Is a Martial Ancestor Beast attacking the main city?"
"It's highly possible. Prepare yourselves. If the situation seems wrong, immediately run to the palace for shelter."
"Don't worry! The King of Humans will repel any attacking Martial Beast."
The people discussed and speculated about what might be happening.
In the Royal Palace, a sharp-eyed martial artist suddenly pointed in the direction from which the sound was coming and exclaimed, "Look over there! What is that?"
Everyone turned their heads and squinted their eyes, carefully observing for a moment before they saw a small black dot slowly moving in the sky.
Although the black dot was not moving slowly, it appeared that way due to the great distance.
"What is that thing? A flying Martial Beast? Did it create the booming sound?"
"Probably."
"Quick, go report to the King of Humans!"
"The King is coming out!"
Everyone turned around and saw the King of Humans, accompanied by a group of people, walking out.
(translated by begs)