All Chapters of Traveller Of Two Worlds: Chapter 2691 - Chapter 2700

“Today, we mark a beginning. The founding stones of what will become not just a pact, not merely an alliance—but a civilization. Thirty-one nations, each proud in their heritage, standing together not for war, not out of fear, but from hope.”I glanced over them all—the kings and queens, dukes and presidents, prime ministers and city lords.“This hall,” I continued, “is not just built of marble and glass. It is built from ambition. From trust. From the idea that perhaps, just perhaps, we can rise together instead of pulling each other down.”The screens in the corners displayed live translations in every major language. News anchors echoed my words across a thousand cities.“In this chamber, we will pass laws that will shape generations. We will debate not for power, but for progress. And we will stand, together, against the tides—be they of monsters, or tyranny, or ignorance.”I paused.“Let this be clear to the world. The United Nations Alliance is not a novelty. It is not a symbol

“This little fellow,” he grinned, “was once worth a silver coin here… now? In Aeternum? Ten times that!”Laughter and cheers followed. From Kingdom of Zaredon, long-time vassal of Aeternum, came a more heartfelt reaction. In the capital’s central plaza, a group of once-displaced citizens—refugees who had fled decades of conflict—watched the announcement under the great magnifying crystal screen.Among them stood an old woman named Thiera. She wiped her eyes with a worn sleeve, clutching a letter from her granddaughter who now lived in Aeternum.“She’s coming to visit,” Thiera whispered to the man beside her. “She says… the train will take her here in just three days. Three days!”The man choked on his reply. “Thiera… you haven’t seen her in sixteen years.”“No,” she said, smiling through tears. “But I will now.”For countless refugees and the displaced, the announcement was nothing short of a miracle. The promise of safety and mobility without perilous foot travel, without illegal tra

Across the Central Continent, dozens of such conversations echoed through old palaces, dim bunkers, and backroom parliaments. Leaders who once sneered at Aeternum as an upstart now watched it crown itself as destiny.And worse—people believed in it. The very masses they ruled now dreamed of clean water, jobs in Aeternum’s shining cities, and safety under the Peacekeeper’s shadow. Old regimes no longer held hearts. They barely held borders.And for all their rage, for all their plotting, the reality was this: There was nothing they could do. Not without consequences. The Peacekeeper Force was no idle threat. It was a blade drawn and sheathed in law—coiled but ready. And in its ranks were the finest troops of Aeternum, the angelic air divisions of Angela, the sea-hardened commandos of Eloesa, the mountain warriors of Froatlan.To strike any one UNA nation now… was to strike them all. So, they sulked. And they spat venom. But it ended in silence. In envy. In bitter knowing. They had laug

“Citizens of the UNA,” I began, my voice echoing clearly, gently, across every channel. “Honored leaders. Friends. Partners. Dreamers.”“I stand before you not with speeches written in glory, but with gratitude. For in these past days, we have not just debated policies or signed papers—we have laid foundations. Stone by stone, word by word, handshake by handshake… we have built a future.”A ripple of applause moved through the assembly.I continued.“The Peacekeeper Force—our promise of safety and protection—will soon be fully operational. Trained, equipped, and positioned not to control, but to guard. And let this be clear: they do not carry our banner to invade. They march to ensure that no small village, no honest nation, ever again falls alone.”“And the Economic Corridor, already a symbol of unity, will soon become the vein of prosperity. Aeternum trains will connect our borders. Goods will flow faster. Ideas will move freer. And for the first time in our history… opportunity wil

By noon, the scent of roasted rye, lake honey, and toasted walnuts drifted across the East Bazaar. Passersby slowed. Sniffed. Turned. The first loaf was sold to a noble’s squire. The second to a construction foreman. By the time a food vlogger with a crystal-recorder tried a slice and moaned on camera, Marella had a line.She sold out within hours.The next day, the line doubled.By the end of the week, a representative from Aeternum Culinary Ventures Inc.—a mid-sized restaurant supply chain—asked if she had considered franchising.Marella stood stunned, apron powdered in flour, cheeks flushed from the heat of the oven.“I only brought four trays,” she said softly.“We’ll send trucks to Dulowin,” the rep grinned. “Just keep the loaves coming.”That night, Marella called her younger brother back home.“We’re going to need more ovens,” she whispered, her voice thick with disbelief.And across New City, others like her—ordinary citizens from distant towns, forgotten villages, isolated re