I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 461 - : 445

Chapter 461: 445

Ivina silently prayed and repented in her heart, feeling equally infuriated by the despicable tactics of the Wizards.

Before officially joining the God’s Punishment Army, Ivina, who occasionally attended church services, was not considered a devout Believer of the Moon Goddess. Furthermore, she did not receive her father’s attention like her brother Loth did; she never entered the church-run schools to rigorously and systematically study biblical knowledge.

However, after two years of experience in the northern frontiers, she gradually realized the grandeur of the Lord and the significance of the Pontificate’s existence.

Evil Gods, Wizards, and all manner of strange demons and ferocious beasts crossing through the Space-Time Gate were threatening the survival of the Empire’s citizens. Before the establishment of the Pontificate, the entire continent was a snapshot of various nations plagued by rampaging Evil Gods.

It was probably out of pity for the world that, at the most critical moment, God descended!

Evil Gods ravaging across the continent were slain, one by one; the multitude of nations became a thing of the past, and a grand Empire, like none before, was erected in the heart of the continent. All citizens were enveloped in the Lord’s glory.

It was precisely after witnessing the turmoil brought about by the Evil Gods and Wizards in the north that Ivina’s faith gradually firmed, and she came to believe more strongly that Wizards were the minions of evil demons, incarnations of wickedness, entities that must be eradicated.

It wasn’t until she truly stepped into Fire Oil City, a city governed by Wizards, that everything she saw threw Ivina back into confusion…

“What is your take on this Wizard-ruled city, Monroe?” Ivina, somewhat puzzled, turned to Monroe. who was still praying, and asked.

She held considerable respect for this instructor of God’s Punishment Army. After all, it was Monroe leading the mission this time, and she just needed to follow orders.

After confessing his sins to the great Lord, Monroe opened his eyes, his mood having returned to calm, and spoke in a grave tone.

“The speed at which these Wizards create new weapons has indeed exceeded my expectations, especially that alchemical creation called a ‘train’. We absolutely cannot allow those Wizards to easily construct railroads…”

Otherwise, the enemy could form legions terrifyingly quickly, and they could also rapidly dispatch goods from various locations during war.

We must figure out a way to organize the Believers within the kingdom to carry out sabotage.

While Monroe racked his brains on how to destroy the Wizards’ weapons of war, Ivina hesitated before speaking, “I mean, Fire Oil City seems different from what we had envisioned…”

Instead of the expected bloodshed and cruel enslavement, the city was thriving. The city was filled with recruitment slogans—ordinary laborers received five silver coins, and if you had some skills and were fortunate enough to join a workshop, you could earn seven to fifteen silver coins every month.

Such a high remuneration tempted many apprentices and even official Wizards.

It should be noted that the citizens of the Empire’s northern territories usually earned only one or two silver coins for a month of hard labor. Additionally, after tax collectors and local bullies took their cuts, they often struggled just to scrape by.

What shocked Ivina further was that the Wizards also repaired houses for the poor. Had she not seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the minions of an Evil God could do such things.

“You’re thinking too simply, Ivina, sometimes what you see with your own eyes isn’t necessarily the truth!” Monroe had noticed the girl’s confusion and disdainfully explained.

“I must admit, these Wizards have done a fine job on the surface, which is indeed misleading. Sadly, they simply don’t understand economics, and they lack management experience. If things continue this way, a great famine awaits the entire kingdom!”

Ivina paused, not quite understanding why Monroe would suddenly say such things.

“Consider that Fire Oil City has approximately two hundred thousand citizens. Assuming half of them become laborers, producing all sorts of war machines for the Wizards, that adds up to several thousand Gold Coins in expenses a month, tens of thousands a year! This is just for one city—what if it expanded to the whole kingdom? How much currency would need to be issued?” Monroe said with a sneer.

He was well aware that the Wizards were attempting to corrupt the citizens’ faith with large sums of money. According to what they had seen and heard, this strategy had indeed had some effect.

After all, where did the Wizards get so much money? It might be initially sustained by slaughtering local nobles, but such a situation was bound to be unsustainable.

“Actually, the most critical issue is still food!” Monroe continued with a solemn expression.

These Wizards, with their relentless pursuit of warfare, will inevitably pull the impoverished populace into the workshops, which will certainly further reduce food production. The substantially increased wages will allow the poor to buy more food, leading to a severe increase in consumption.

And food has always been in short supply; if some people eat more, others must inevitably eat less!

Therefore, according to Monroe’s prediction, with the reckless management of these Wizards, the kingdom is bound to collapse within a year, by which time there will be a widespread famine and countless deaths from starvation.

The Wizards will also shed their original disguises and reveal their evil nature.

Once sufficient war weapons are produced, the only use for these poor folk will be as sacrifices!

Ivina quickly grasped Monroe’s point; it was quite understandable that increasing consumption while reducing output would eventually lead to problems.

The girl turned to look out the window, where the evening sun had fully set, but the city had not stopped its bustle. People gathered where her gaze landed, and the workers were still energetically building new houses with fatigue and smiles on their faces, presumably happy about moving into a new home soon.

However, according to Monroe’s deduction, such prosperity probably couldn’t last for long.

Night had begun to fall, and the entire city was gradually shrouded in darkness, just like its future.

Suddenly, a bright morning star shone within the city, and the dazzling light began to spread to every corner, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Only then did Ivina realize that it wasn’t a star emitting the brightness, but street lamps.

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It turned out that those Wizards hadn’t lied after all; the nights in Fire Oil City could indeed be as bright as day!

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Several hundred meters away, in a magic laboratory, Lynn was ceaselessly moving a feather pen in his hand, writing pages of equations on paper. The floor was piled with all sorts of discarded drafts, leaving Del no place to set foot upon entering.

Del moved cautiously, not daring to disrupt or step on the papers filled with equations.

He was well aware that Master Lynn had been in the laboratory for four whole days. Although no one knew exactly what the star of magic was doing, it certainly involved significant magical research!

Thus, aside from daily meals and extremely important matters, no one dared to disturb him.

Del didn’t dare interrupt the star of magic’s train of thought and stood silently with the report after entering, waiting for the other to finish his work. Driven by intense curiosity, though, Del sneakily glanced at the papers on the table, the complex set of equations making his head spin.

About ten minutes later, Lynn wrote down the final symbol, then let out a deep sigh, relaxing his entire body—his magic power conversion equation was finally complete!

This was thanks in part to the inspiration he got from Einstein’s energy equation, without which he might not have managed, even in months, let alone four days.

Is this what it feels like to stand on the shoulders of giants?

It felt unbelievably exhilarating!

Next, all he needed was to collect enough nuclear fuel to begin constructing a nuclear fusion reactor, in preparation for the legendary ascension ritual!

It’s just a pity that he had only recently advanced to a fifth-ring Great Wizard and did not meet the criteria for becoming a legend.

But that wasn’t entirely disadvantageous, as the ascension ritual was quite dangerous, and he was not completely sure of success; it was perfect to let someone else test the waters first.