My Idle System-Chapter 285: The First Sign (3)

India, Delhi.

At the edge of the city, in a district recently built with strange structures that gave off an ancient yet fantastical feeling, a towering building stood out among them all. It was a structure that, at this moment, could probably be considered the tallest in the world... if one set aside the magic tower built in England.

Inside, on its highest floor, several people with strong yet lean bodies, dressed in simple clothes, were seated in a circle around one man.

An old man, his hair braided and tied back neatly, with intricate patterns visible around his neck and extending across his chest hidden by clothes. If one were to count them, they would see that there were six patterns in total... the mark of a sixth-stage master.

His calm expression and clear eyes, filled with wisdom, had the kind of presence that could inspire confidence and courage in all who gazed upon him.

"The first sign has finally occurred. It’s a signal that many worlds, near and far, will catch," he said, his voice steady and firm. "But there’s no need to worry."

"Strong factions wouldn’t bother with a world that hasn’t even ascended once. And even if people come, they will be the weak ones."

"They may add to the chaos, yes. But in the grand scheme of things, they are not our true opponents."

"Our contenders, the ones we must guard against the most, at least for now, are the Liberation Front, whose origin I still haven’t been able to determine; the Varyn Magic Empire, now rooted in England; and the Jade Star Clan in China."

"Of those three, the one we should worry about most is the group in China. The Jade Star Clan may not be among the strongest factions right now after all, but they have invested the most heavily in this world. That alone makes them dangerous."

The mood in the hall grew solemn as Chief Dravak analyzed the situation. But noticing the atmosphere, he chuckled softly and added, his tone calm yet uplifting, "Anyway, now that the first sign has finally appeared, we can say our efforts so far have not been in vain. So let us rejoice at the bright future that lies ahead!"

...

In France, in what was once Mont-Saint-Michel, but was now the grand temple of Aurelia... the goddess worshiped by the Eternal Light Order.

Inside the temple, in front of a towering sculpture of a beautiful woman, a scene of reverence unfolded. The features of the statue seemed impossible to discern, even if one gazed directly at it, they would see nothing clearly, as if the divine presence concealed its true face. And yet, the sculpture felt alive, radiating a holy aura that filled the air with a sense of awe.

The temple itself was vast and majestic, its high vaulted ceilings lined with intricate patterns of gold and silver that reflected the soft glow of countless candles. The walls were adorned with ancient symbols of the Eternal Light, and the air was heavy with the fragrance of sacred incense, adding to the solemn, almost otherworldly atmosphere.

There, kneeling in silent prayer, was a young woman. Her hair was long and white as snow, her skin pale and flawless, and she wore a white priestess robe embroidered with delicate golden designs that shimmered in the candlelight.

The robe could not entirely hide the perfection of her form beneath — though she was slim, her figure was graceful and full, as if shaped by divine hands. But it felt anything but earthly or profane. If anything, it only deepened the sense of the sacred that surrounded her, making her beauty feel distant, untouchable... otherworldly.

A blindfold covered her eyes, lending her an even more ethereal air. That single detail, combined with the purity of her presence, banished any thought of desecration or irreverence from the hearts of those who saw her.

In this sacred and solemn setting, the tremors of change sweeping across the world seemed not to touch this place. The young woman, Elowen, did not waver. She remained, still as the statue before her, offering her prayers in quiet devotion.

But then, the stillness was broken.

An old man entered the temple. His gaze carried its own weight of solemnity, though it could not match the grace and sanctity of the one kneeling before him. He did not dare approach too closely. Instead, after halting at a respectful distance, he spoke directly, his voice steady but reverent.

"Your Grace, the first sign has appeared. Shall we make any move?"

He asked without pleasantries — as one does when duty outweighs ceremony.

Elowen’s voice was soft, yet it echoed in the temple as if carried by the divine itself.

"Our purpose does not change with the turning of the world," she said gently.

"We are here to spread the grace of our goddess above."

"And so we shall continue — guiding, protecting, and bringing light to as many souls as we can."

...

China, Beijing.

Inside a towering building at the heart of the city, on one of its highest floors, many people had gathered.

Among them were figures dressed in robes that resembled those worn by cultivators, their presence giving off a mysterious and powerful air. Others were dressed in more modern attire, blending the ancient and the contemporary in a way that only deepened the sense of hidden strength in the room.

There was great diversity here — not just in clothing, but in age as well. And unlike the gatherings in other corners of the world, here many were native Chinese, standing side by side with those from other worlds.

At the center of it all, seated on a grand chair, was a middle-aged man. A calm smile played on his lips, his demeanor steady and confident.

And beside him, occupying the position that could only be seen as second in authority at this moment, was... a child.

A girl of barely ten years old, yet her beauty was exquisite, her features as delicate and flawless as fine porcelain. Pride and arrogance shone clearly on her face, as if she already saw the world beneath her feet.

But did anyone mind?

Hardly.

She was their hope, after all. The one destined to stand above all else in time.

A talent unprecedented even within the Jade Star Clan... a powerful clan from another world.

Her existence alone had changed everything, reshaping the balance of power and strengthening the bond between the Jade Star Clan and the Chinese government.

"With the first sign seemingly congratulating Liang Yuerong on achieving the second stage, we should begin to expand."

"Instead of cowering before the coming chaos, we will seize what we can, crush what we must... and grow stronger."

The middle-aged man, the one who stood as the strongest person on Earth with his seventh-stage power, spoke these words with a beaming smile. And as he declared the fate of countless people, he gently patted the girl’s head, as if in quiet encouragement.

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