"Well said, we need this rational voice."

"We can't let go of these cases unfavorable to the big families. What if, when the time comes, all the big families, businesses, and factories leave, who will provide employment? Without employment, where will the tax revenue come from? Where will we get money to operate?"

"Those who mocked just now, I hope you don't come to the Council when you face the killer yourself, after all, 'we need to discuss military matters.'

"It's started, it's started, you're absolutely right, you truly understand! Let me give you a hot tip: The nearest Narrative Civilization is just 50 hours away from our city! If we don't spend money on the military, are we going to compensate others?"

"Do you think those big shots in the Union are as wild and violent as you, only knowing expansion? They belong to Narrative Civilization! Civilization! Civilized people!"

"You're right, but the Narrative 'Crimson Blood Alliance' is the most frequent in external wars within the Union, expanding an average of 100,000 square kilometers a year, having the highest birth rate in the entire Border Abyss, with 40 million standing army, 500 million registered militia, against Void Narrative, 8 battles 6 wins 1 draw 1 truce, having the Demigods 'Simon Assahim, Lord of Assassination,' 'Wolf Hunter, Ray, Lord of Tyranny,' and True God Alliance Leader 'Ondria Shadelu, Sea of Blood Emperor!'—And you actually call such a brutal hegemony civilized people!"

"Hmm..."

The Chicken People Guardian murmured.

This city's council is such a place, always ready to start personal attacks at the slightest disagreement, it's truly a bunch of cunning minds, deciding the life and death fate of Victorray Harbor, quite humorous.

It could be said that the city has developed to its current state, truly not easy.

Seeing the situation turned like this, Eagle wasn't in the mood for reform anymore.

Politics is a balancing act.

Of course, if when young he could have sealed a lordship, might still maintain the combat strength of a demigod, then he wouldn't need to balance anything.

Thump!

"Silence."

The Chicken Person tapped its cane, the loud voice echoed throughout:

"All your comments are intriguing, but today's meeting follows a fast procedure, there's little time, decisions must be made quickly."

He glanced around and said:

"I've seen, there are quite a few disputes about the reform plans and the suspect numbers in the West Harbor fire case, given this, why not handle them together?"

"Firstly, I will assign someone to investigate the truth, ensuring our loyal officers work extra hours on criminal investigations, surely giving big families, businesses, and organizations a satisfactory answer. Let the Mahmut Family feel secure in managing their business, allowing everyone peace of mind in their trade."

"Secondly, we will enhance discussions on the tax and firefighting issues concerning the Mahmut Family, striving to establish our military system soon enough, so people can feel secure, not only defending against the Union but also gaining some capability for self-rescue in case of natural disasters or accidents."

His statement was a peace offering to both sides, even if someone questioned the dispersion of focus, they wouldn't dare say it to his face as the city's strongest person.

After seeing both sides settle down and grudgingly accept his proposal, Eagle sighed in relief.

Back when he was young, there was no need for appeasement at all, a punch would suffice, no matter the balance, he was a demigod, his fist was the law.

Still, people age.

Unless one ascends to godhood becoming a God Embracer or True God, eventually, they'll be swept away by the tide of time. Even stepping back thousand times, even if ascending as a god, has there been a shortage of True Gods fallen in the battlefield of Mass Abyss?

Ever since the fall of the Six Pathway gods, mortals have started vying for the seats of True Gods, fracturing the formerly united people into various narratives and deity followers, even treating 'Society,' the foreign enemy, with tolerance.

Ironic as it is, Eagle somewhat understood this feeling.

If there was a strong leader to stand up and unite the city, it would usher in glorious development and solid defense, and no one would dare invade.

Look next door, at the Narrative Union, they're united, in their view, this small town is insignificant.

The Union hasn't wiped them out only because they don't want to, or are too lazy for it.

This is merely the unity of four Narrative Civilizations.

If Starry Abyss also had such a leader, uniting the Six Great Abysses, thirteen narratives—Eagle dared not imagine the brilliance erupting from liaising the Six Grand Paths, Six-Layered Starry Abyss, and thirteen narratives.

Perhaps, at that point, it would be the so-called prosperous era, Golden Age.

Sadly, fantasy is merely fantasy, as age progresses, such expectations for Golden Era and Sage Monarch and Wise King also slowly fade away.

Seeing this assembly of scoundrels, Eagle shook his head.

Being from the Yorl Chicken People, an ordinary yet potent species, he had witnessed true glory, when the great blazing sun sovereign led Chicken People, rising from the status of slaves and others' table meals, ascending to the pinnacle of Narrative Civilization, living in a vastly larger empire, covered in fertile and gold lands, attracting Great Powers to debate and write about them praising their beautiful feathers.

But now, walking on the streets, they might even face discrimination: 'Look, lunch is running on the ground'

This is the sorrow of the weak, a species, nation, society cannot be without a powerful leader, without strength and compassion.

This full hall of bureaucrats gentry, speaking of justice and fairness, cutting open their bellies, filled with business and gold.

Perhaps Victorray Harbor is destined to decline.

Eagle suddenly chuckled.

What was he thinking?

Just because he had protected this city for a few centuries, it seems he developed feelings for it.

Every city-state and nation has its shining moments, just like meteors streaking through the night sky, clearly the final burn, yet people pray that fleeting brilliance illuminates their eternity.

It's time for the end.

The Shangyi Building began to adjourn, people bustled about, chatting, once leaving the chamber, those who fiercely debated began to bound shoulders, chatting about which lady to visit for a drink.

Eagle shook his head, he couldn't rely on these people to secure Victorray Harbor's continuity, reforms still need to be pushed forward to seek more support.

Bang!

Just as people thought this was an ordinary meeting, a figure hurriedly rushed into the council building, shouldering open the door, and collapsed on the floor.

The senators' surprised gazes instantly focused on the young man on the ground, he scrambled up, tidying his guard uniform, brushing off the magical radiation dust, people keenly noticed the murky purple ashes on him, a priest immediately sternly shouted:

"Stop! Where did you get the Void Coral on you?"

"It's traces of the Void! Did he just contact the Void!?"

"Oh my god, those nihilistic madmen have infiltrated again?!"

"Calm down."

Eagle exerted pressure, maintaining order, calmly said:

"Tell me, child, what happened?"

"Sir, quickly contact the Narrative Union!"

The man who had rushed in shouted loudly.

"Calm yourself." Eagle said: "What exactly happened? Speak slowly, describe it clearly."

"Hamarjalay!"

The man shouted in horror:

"Void Butcher Hamarjalay! Has descended upon the world!"

"He doesn't carry a curse, someone corrupted themselves through ritual."

"The Void Butcher is about to arrive!"

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