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Chapter 7 Oracle Machine (Please read!)

If this news were to be made public, it would likely cause unimaginable damage to the Wannian Empire.

Especially now that the great geographical discoveries have yielded remarkable results, and the unimaginable wealth and population brought by the two continents of Elysium and Paradise are all controlled by the Royal Fleet, if the loyalty of the Royal Fleet is questionable, or even a complete traitor, it is not difficult to imagine what problems will arise on the three continents.

The Old World itself was riddled with contradictions. While the wings of the numerous Imperial Corporations spread glory, they also spread terror. Other nations within the continent were similarly filled with intrigue and deception, aided by various gods and sects, who had no qualms about hastening the empire's division and making it worse.

Therefore, the judgment given by the system is correct. Once this news gets out, the entire empire will probably be in great turmoil.

No wonder those people in the family would teleport themselves here directly.

Although the empire seems to be thriving now, like the scorching sun, the internal family struggles and secrets hinder each other and prevent it from exerting its power. So it is completely optional to use the last bloodline and opportunity of an abandoned son of God in exchange for a six-month blank period for the opponent's strategic fleet.

Because from the nobles' perspective, if you didn't discover it and had no evidence, it meant it didn't exist. Furthermore, there were state church priests and divine transmissions to guarantee that no gods were paying attention to the distant archipelago at the time.

If it was really discovered by a completely incompetent nobleman before his death, then even if he was discovered, the other party could use the teleportation coordinates to directly reach the archipelago and behead him, ensuring that the secret would not be discovered.

But Leon was not like that. He possessed the foundation of civilization and a great power beyond human intelligence. The entire Misty Archipelago had been observed by a gaze that seemed to be divine, and the surrounding waters were inaccessible. In this situation, there was no other option but to dispatch a fleet for exploration. This would also give the family six months of respite to reorganize its production lines and trade patterns.

Excellent, they risked everything for a chance.

They seemed convinced that Li Ang could truly accomplish great things, so they boldly took such action, helping their own family while not offending Li Ang too much. This was because Li Ang had chosen this step himself, using his own bloodline.

"Humans, at critical moments, burst forth with a unique brilliance that illuminates everything around them. Even if this wisdom is utterly ugly, fundamentally, this is the essence of wisdom. As long as we can survive and live better, that is wisdom."

"Sir, I don't understand what you are saying..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just bring that ball-looking machine back to me. Don't you have a shortage of manpower? We'll have them soon."

"This, this can also create humans...?"

"Of course, this is the Oracle. The empire's ability to control the world now lies in this omnipotent machine."

Looking at the circular machine that served as the secret core and guarded the entire ritual site, Leon looked at the inscriptions and records on it, and quickly retrieved the relevant information about the machine from his brain and system.

Oracle (Prototype)
Attribute: -1 mana per day

Introduction: This machine wasn't originally created to grant wishes, but rather to provide uninterrupted communication during ocean voyages, ensuring supplies wouldn't be cut off. With this in mind, Imperial researchers and the Divine Arts Society began a joint effort to create it.

During a ritual involving the sacrifice of 174,600 individuals to an ancient being of wisdom, the blueprint for the Oracle emerged from the minds of Imperial researchers. This machine, which replaced ritual areas such as figureheads, prayer rooms, and ocean observation posts, incorporated features from countless myths and legends, and could grant limited wishes through the infusion of magic and blood.

On an ocean voyage, sacrificing a few sailors could yield over ten tons of pure water, and killing ten slaves would yield dozens of tons of food.

It does not require incense and prayer, nor does it require stillness and waiting. Simply blood and magic power can exchange for everything.

As a prototype, its efficiency wasn't ideal. It could only grant one wish every three months. However, its capacity far exceeded that of subsequent units, allowing it to unleash years of accumulated mana to create a small miracle. Every 100 mana points would be exchanged for one point of charge, capped at 100 points.

Current charge value: one hundred.

If you need to exchange population or other intelligent races and lives, you can summon an intelligent creature for each point of charge.

The almighty Wishing Machine promises a reward for every prayer. The Royal Fleet's true invincibility, and one of the reasons they enjoy the Queen's trust and the Royal Guard's respect, is due to the fact that every fleet possesses a state-of-the-art Oracle.

They could even fight continuously for ten years or even longer in extreme conditions without any supplies. After all, Oracles weren't picky eaters; as long as there were wizards accompanying them, they could provide more magic power in exchange for more food.

Without the splendor and power of the Royal Fleet, the Empire's rule over three continents would be nothing more than a castle in the air.

And now, such a great product has become Leon's property.

Charlemagne didn't know how amazing this machine was, nor did he know what the empire was. These things didn't exist in his knowledge. But it was obvious that as long as Leon gave the order, he would do it.

As a human being who was blessed with a name, Charlemagne could be said to be hardworking and soon, under the watchful eyes of the other nine humans, he carried the huge round machine to the side of the Hanging Gardens and placed it on the edge of the Silver Gate.

There is no need for any special rituals or ideas for this instrument.

As the eldest son of a noble family, Leon had used this kind of thing before. He just stood casually next to the circular instrument and pressed his palm on its edge.

"I need a population of one hundred."

The next moment, the open space in front of the Silver Gate gradually distorted, and a hollow crack slowly appeared.

'Here! There's a space rift here!'

'You know where it leads?'

"I don't know! But it's better than being trapped here and being captured by those lunatics in the Royal Fleet!"

I vaguely heard these words, and then countless people filed out of the spatial rift. After no more, no less than a hundred people, the spatial rift suddenly stopped.

The oracle had indeed accomplished its task.

He was indeed summoned.

Looking at the confused and blood-stained crowd, Leon sat among the leaves and vines and gave his first order.

"You should have realized something. Go build a town hall and a research lab."

(End of this chapter)