Semua Bab Traveller Of Two Worlds: Bab 2611 - Bab 2620

General Vasquez sighed. “With all due respect, Supreme Leader, the people don’t care about our rivalry. They see that Aeternum citizens are living better lives than they ever could. The football league, the television broadcasts, the high standard of living—all of it is making them question why we continue to live in this… stagnation.”Minister Delgado, the head of the internal affairs department, added, “The younger generation in particular is completely disillusioned with our leadership. They see Aeternum as the future and us as a relic of the past.”Marcos slammed his hands on the table. “I will not have my nation turned into a vassal of Aeternum!”“But what can we do?” Delgado asked cautiously. “Aeternum doesn’t even acknowledge us. They ignore our provocations, they don’t engage with us politically, and they act as if we don’t exist. The more we try to oppose them, the more we look like desperate fools.”Marcos gritted his teeth. That was the most frustrating part.Aeternum didn’

Foreign nobles, accustomed to the comforts of their prestigious but outdated academies, found themselves struggling to comprehend even the basic principles of modern mathematics and physics. Calculus, electromagnetism, and quantum mechanics were alien concepts, spoken of as if they were arcane incantations. Professors demonstrated theories that bent the very fabric of their understanding of the world—machines that defied gravity, medicines that could heal wounds in ways they once believed were miracles, and engines that powered entire cities with efficiency beyond their dreams.Some scholars embraced this knowledge, their minds igniting with newfound purpose. Neutral nations, unburdened by the fears of the old world, sent their best and brightest to learn and return home as pioneers of progress. They saw Aeternum as a mentor, a guiding force that could lift them from the shackles of the past into a new golden age of discovery.But not all welcomed this knowledge with open arms. Schola

The grand stadium of New City was filled with 80,000 roaring fans. Banners of Aeternum’s Royal Titans waved alongside the sigil of the visiting team—The Ironclad Warriors from the Kingdom of Grendor, a medieval land known for its powerful knights and ruthless warlords.On the field, two teams stood face to face. The Aeternums wore sleek, modern uniforms, while the Grendorian players looked almost ridiculous in their heavy leather tunics and chainmail leggings.The referee blew the whistle.From the start, it was clear that the Grendorians had no idea how to play. Their strategy was simple—charge at the ball like it was a battlefield. One of them, a burly knight named Sir Darric, simply picked up the ball and ran with it.The referee blew the whistle again.“WHAT?!” Darric bellowed. “You said we must take the ball to the goal! I am taking it there now!”The Aeternums captain, Marcus Vale, smirked. “With your feet, genius. This isn’t a jousting tournament.”The crowd erupted in laughter

In a bustling workshop, blacksmiths and engineers worked side by side, assembling something never before seen in Fantasma—mechanical prosthetic limbs.A veteran knight, Sir Alden, watched as an Aeternums doctor secured a sleek metal arm to his shoulder. He had lost his limb years ago and resigned himself to a life of uselessness.“Try moving it,” the doctor instructed.Alden clenched his jaw, then thought about moving his fingers. To his shock, the prosthetic responded instantly. His metal fingers curled into a fist, and his eyes widened in disbelief.“This… this shouldn’t be possible!”Andrea entered the room, arms crossed smugly. “In Aeternum, nothing is impossible.”She gestured to a row of people—farmers, merchants, soldiers—all missing limbs.“We’re mass-producing prosthetics. No longer will lost limbs be a death sentence. With our new designs, even the commoners can afford one.”Alden’s eyes welled with tears. “You mean… I can fight again?”Andrea chuckled. “Not just fight. Win.

The emperor sat at the head of the table, silent. Then, he spoke.“We have two choices,” he said coldly. “We either submit willingly, or we find a way to break their hold on us.”Silence fell over the room.“Then… how do we fight an empire that doesn’t use weapons to conquer?”The emperor’s expression darkened.“… We find their weakness.”Back in Aeternum, the night was peaceful. Mies and his wives sat together on the grand balcony, the warm evening breeze brushing against them. It was rare for all of them to gather like this, away from politics and responsibilities.Mina playfully ran her fingers through Mies’ hair. “We should do this more often.”Elijah stretched, smirking. “If we weren’t so damn good at running the world, maybe we’d have more free time.”Andrea chuckled. “Still… seeing how easily we’re shaping the world, it almost feels unfair, doesn’t it?”Bina snorted. “Unfair? Please. If the world wants to enjoy what we give them, they can also serve us in return.”Rafaela swirl