Chapter 2984: The Great Frosling Migration - III
Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Gelid Alps, Snow Elven Region, Frosell District, Frosnow City
Hearing Moon Frightâs frantic concerns, I let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through the quiet stone chamber.
"You donât need to worry about that, just enjoy the moment," I stated flatly, not even needing to read her mind to see the frantic mathematical calculations running through her head.
She wasnât wrong to worry about the sheer volume of wealth required, but I could easily afford this price for the ultimate payoff: conquering one of the thirteen deadliest places in the Dark Realm and claiming it as my own. At least I had a price I could pay. Others didnât even have the luxury of a price tag.
Take the Snow Elves, for example. They had ruled over the Froslings for millennia, yet in all those thousands of years, they never figured out how to efficiently leverage the Frosling race to explore the Winter Valley.
Yes, the Froslings were naturally immune to its weirdness and the devastating Glacier Fever, but they simply werenât strong enough on their own to face the valleyâs harsh, chaotic climate and terrifying apex monsters. And for the life of them, the Snow Elves didnât dare allow the Froslings to grow any stronger or more numerous than they already were.
They were paralyzed by the fear of a slave uprising. So, out of sheer short-sighted paranoia, they were completely satisfied with wasting this glorious race as common, broken laborers.
It wasnât just a flaw of the Snow Elves, either. The other Ruler-class races across the Dark Realm suffered from the exact same lack of vision. None of them could think of an efficient, secure way to use the Froslings to take over the Winter Valley or harvest its massive, completely untouched load of rare resources.
If any of those other factions had possessed a shred of ingenuity, the Snow Elves wouldnât have been allowed to maintain a peaceful monopoly over the Frosling slave trade for so long; a stronger Ruler-class force would have beaten them to the punch long ago.
They all saw the Froslings as a mere cure to the Glacier Fever, but completely failed to see them beyond it. The moment the Ruler-class factions learned that your immunity was born of a unique celestial blessingâand not something they could artificially extract, replicate, or splice into their own bloodlines without true celestial prowessâthey lost all interest. They couldnât look past this limitation, ultimately discarding the entire Frosling race as nothing more than useless, fake Snow Elves to be sold off to the highest bidder.
Their lack of vision was my ultimate windfall.
I wouldnât blink even if the price to claim the Winter Valley as my own was ten times higher than what I was currently investing. After all, a chance to seize one of the thirteen deadliest places in the Dark Realm was a definitive, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Besides, feeding millions of displaced mouths wasnât actually a major crisis for me. With a true celestial like Dalia Wyatt as my elder sister, and a newly born celestial entity like Ceed serving as my direct retainer, raw agricultural logistics were practically trivial. Mass-producing basic spiritual vegetation and crops to keep an entire population from dying of hunger wasnât a problem. They could easily handle the volume.
The real problemâthe true bottleneckâarose when it came to providing all millions of those Froslings with the advanced, high-grade resources required to actively cultivate their strength, break through their bottlenecks, and elevate their realms.
To turn a race of liberated slaves into a dominant, Ruler-class military force capable of conquering a of the deadliest zone, they couldnât just survive on standard rations. They needed specialized standard-breaking pills, ambient soul stones, and rule crystals to rapidly scale their collective power.
Not to mention, moving from the Dark Realm to the Lilâ Red Storm Realm would initially be a severe environmental downgrade for them. The ambient soul energy in the atmosphere of the Lilâ Red Storm Realm simply wasnât comparable to the rich, heavy density of the Dark Realm.
Furthermore, the Froslings wouldnât even be able to spend their time comprehending the rules there; they had been accustomed to the rules of the Dark Realm for generations, and they couldnât just magically switch their compatibility to the rules of the Lilâ Red Storm Realm overnight.
If they stayed locked away in a foreign realm for too long, their individual cultivation would stagnate, and their racial potential would wither.
To address that critical issue, I planned to begin our exploration into the Winter Valley immediately after their migration, without wasting a single day. My objective was to aggressively establish secure teleportation hubs across various strategic locations deep within the Winter Valley.
Such an arrangement would allow the Froslings to utilize all the free time on their hands to explore and harvest the Winter Valleyâs outer layers. Of course, they wouldnât be wandering in blindlyâthey would be led directly by my Frosling Bloodkins. Their raceâs current collective or individual strength was still far from enough to survive the exploration of the Winter Valley alone, but with my elite, red-eyed super-warriors acting as their frontline commanders, the valley would transform from an active death trap into the ultimate high-yield training ground.
They would rest, eat, and live safely within the infrastructure of Freedom City, but their workplace, their cultivation chamber, and their classroom would be the Winter Valley itself. They would breathe the Dark Realmâs native soul energy, temper themselves against its brutal climate, and absorb its raw, untouched resources, all while remaining completely out of reach of the Snow Elves and their trackers.
Obviously, they would use the resources they couldnât directly use for their own cultivation to slowly pay off my massive investment in them. By harvesting the rare herbs, spatial ores, and unique monster materials that their current realms couldnât utilize, they would be feeding my merchant network with a steady stream of priceless, rare commodities.
This way, I would be creating a perfect win-win situation. I would secure a monopoly over the untapped wealth of a legendary Winter Valley, while the Froslings grew strong, wealthy, and prepared enough to permanently migrate, reclaiming it as their definitive new home and marking my first consolidation of power in the Dark Realm.