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Chapter 1434: Gambling on Fate

“Seven days.” Roland did the arithmetic against Lightning’s last altitude report, and the result exceeded any category he’d been holding in reserve. “Wait — you intend to flatten the entire Fertile Plains?”

Seven days was more than enough for that. More than enough for the impact to tear apart not just the plains but the Land of Dawn and the Blackstone region as well. A floating island tens of kilometers across, falling from ten thousand meters of altitude — the shockwave would circle the planet. Terrain would shift. Earthquakes, tsunamis. Even the demons would have nowhere to hide from it.

If the Fertile Plains became a basin, and seawater filled it, every living thing in the Land of Dawn died. Where would anyone run? With the Sky-sea Realm already at their heels, the demons’ original strategy had been to seize human territory and buy time. This contradicted that plan completely.

Hackzord looked at him with something approaching surprise. “You’ve worked out the outcome of Plan B. That saves considerable time.” He paused. “Of course, the Deity of Gods won’t continue rising indefinitely — it will stop at the two-day mark. Then it will move toward Graycastle. If Mask’s account of his own plan was honest, it will ultimately come down near the sea. This destroys your kingdom but preserves the two God’s Stone mines.”

A meticulous plan. Roland kept his face still while his thoughts dropped.

He had known something serious had occurred when the two senior lords appeared a second time — something too urgent for letters. That was why he’d taken the risk and returned to the hill himself.

But this was worse than anything he’d held as a possible shape for the news.

If Hackzord and Serakkas were willing to cooperate, destroying the Deity of Gods’s core was theoretically achievable. The problem was the nuclear weapon. The detonator assembly wasn’t in mass production. Even with materials on hand, the assembly team needed weeks. The offshore test had been a product the Ministry of Industry had pushed itself to its limit to build, and the next warhead would have to be manufactured in Neverwinter’s laboratory from the beginning. Even rushed, it couldn’t reach the Kingdom of Dawn in time.

And even if he’d never run the offshore test — even if he’d built the bomb first and transported it directly above the Deity of Gods — it would still take a day. One day was enough for the floating island to gain enough altitude to destroy most of the Kingdom of Dawn.

Roland put down his cup. “Why didn’t you use this from the start? A single God’s Stone mine could have broken the human side entirely, instead of waiting for this.”

“What do you think the Deity of Gods is — cabbage from your farms?” Hackzord’s tone had an edge in it now. “Setting aside the difficulty of linking the magic power cores to the Birth Towers, a God’s Stone mine large enough to power it is rare in itself. The reason it can only ascend for two days is because that ascent exhausts the mine entirely. Hermes’s stockpile wasn’t even sufficient to qualify for Plan B originally.”

So they’re still constrained by magic power consumption, even at the apex of their technology.

“Since Mask can control it, others might be able to as well.” Roland’s thinking pivoted. “Have you not attempted that?”

“Human.” Hackzord’s patience was audible in the way it shortened. “You are wasting time. The underground civilization created this core apparatus, and even they couldn’t make it mainstream. My race inherited their legacy and it still doesn’t mean anyone within it has the requisite talent — much less your humans, who have never obtained any legacy whatsoever. Take the time you have left and get your people out.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You—!”

Roland held up his cup against the fury in Hackzord’s eyes, let a beat pass, and spoke evenly. “Graycastle and the Kingdom of Dawn have a combined population of millions. Moving them to the Fjords in seven days is impossible. And without Neverwinter, humanity cannot hold against the Sky-sea Realm. Even if I alone survived, it would only delay the end.” He paused. “And don’t forget: the Battle of Divine Will doesn’t stop. Not for anyone. Not for your race either. Is that the outcome you want?”

“What use is any of this?” Hackzord answered with practiced disdain. “Without Valkries, I would never have spoken to you.”

“I’m not denying that. Your information is vital — I’m grateful for it.” Roland’s tone didn’t shift. “But you aren’t entirely right either. Having a legacy isn’t the only way to inherit one.”

A pause. “What do you mean?”

“Valkries, for example, is currently accepting the human legacy.” He glanced at Nightmare Lord. “Am I wrong?”

Valkries, silent through most of this, finally spoke. “I cannot deny that.”

“What riddles are you speaking in?” Sky Lord’s displeasure was now fully present.

“Simply: the true intention of legacies is to receive everything the other party holds — their knowledge, practices, teaching, wisdom. That itself is inheritance,” Valkries said, unhurried. “You can view it from another angle. Legacies don’t require the extinction of the holder; that is God’s rule, not an inherent law. I am not human, but that has not prevented me from learning and gaining knowledge here. In the Dream World, I have learned a great deal.” She turned to Roland. “You knew this already.”

“Not too long ago,” he agreed. “But watching you use the cellphone to order goods from the Cargarde Peninsula removed most of my remaining doubt. Even if something happened to me, the Witches who have entered the Dream World would carry that knowledge out.”

“Enough.” Hackzord’s voice cut through. “What does any of this have to do with the Deity of Gods?”

“We humans have no legacy shard from the underground civilization,” Roland said, “but after studying their historical remains, it isn’t impossible for us to modify the Deity of Gods’s core apparatus. The Union has researched this. As of today, there are Witches who have grasped the relevant knowledge. I can’t promise they’ll successfully halt the magic power core — but compared to a mass evacuation or destroying an obelisk at ten thousand meters of altitude, it is worth attempting.”

Sky Lord was quiet for a long moment as the pieces settled.

“Can humans truly do this?”

“They look…” Roland searched briefly for words. “Somewhat unconventional. But they are unquestionably human.”

“You are gambling on this.”

“No.” Roland had never entertained the idea of fleeing alone, not from the first moment. “We simply have no other choice.”

“I agree.” Valkries spoke with the weight of someone who had counted the costs. “The Bottomless Land has fallen to the Sky-sea Realm. King’s City is advancing and the troops are not enough. The path to the Origin of Magic remains theoretical. Since the worst is already possible, it costs nothing to attempt this.”

Nightmare Lord had spoken. Hackzord held his silence.

“Then we should discuss the plan for taking the Deity of Gods,” Roland said.

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