Traveller Of Two Worlds의 모든 챕터: 챕터 2701 - 챕터 2710

“We appreciate you coming,” Eliza began, her tone military-cordial. “But this is no celebration dinner. This is logistics.”Queen Lissandra smiled. “And you know how we monarchs love logistics.”That got a chuckle from the room.Eliza remained composed. “As agreed, upon by the UNA Council, 70% of the culled monster resources from Operation Clean Sweep will be stored, processed, and utilized by the UNA Peacekeeper Command.”King Roderick nodded without pause. “As expected, you fought the war; you earned the bounty.”“The remaining 30% will be divided equally between your three nations,” Eliza continued. “Our units will assist in safe extraction and transfer of all harvested cores, materials, and trophies.”The leaders exchanged looks—and all nodded, pleased. Then came the next part.“Additionally,” Eliza said, “with the monsters cleared, we will now begin deploying the Aeternum-developed Dungeon Detection Units.”She gestured to a display showing aerial drones and ground-radar crawlers

Every week, a small Aeternum transport ship departed the dungeon complex loaded with crates of cores, ores, reagents, and monster protein synthesized under secure labeling. The goods traveled the newly constructed rail link to Aeternum Economic Exchange Warehouse, then distributed across the Alliance—and beyond.No crashes. No looting. No chaos. Within the dungeon’s deepest chamber, General Eliza visited late one evening. A command console lit up with golden details.“Population stabilized at 55%, core output at 82% efficiency, herb regrowth at 90% in two hours,” the lead technician reported.Eliza nodded, pressing her finger to the console. “Excellent.” Then she turned to the gathered officers and aides—among themrepresentatives from Eloesa, Angela, Zaredon—who had been brought in to witness firsthand.She spoke quietly; voice low but authoritative:“Now you know our secret. Dungeons are living power stations. Monster Tides are merely a symptom of poor management.”She paused, letti

"Should I alert the Peacekeeper Council?"I waved her off. "They’re not UNA nations. Let them burn themselves out. What’s important is that the UNA cocoon remains intact. Peace, prosperity, development—it’s a barrier thicker than any wall. While they chase blood, we’ll chase innovation."Elijah sat opposite me, pouring herself tea from the silver pot. "The other nations outside UNA must be watching us closely. Our alliance's strength is undeniable now.""Let them watch. Let them envy." I smiled slowly. "As long as they stay outside the garden, they can fight over the scraps."Across the sprawling map of the Central Continent on my wall, the green pins of UNA nations formed a growing shield—a web of peace tightly woven around Aeternum’s heart.Outside of it?Red pins flickered like dying embers. Wars. Plagues. Desperation. But inside our borders? Construction. Trains. Schools. Medical advancements. Commerce booming. The UNA nations had become addicted to development. And I had no plans

“They know, sir,” she said one morning, placing the latest file on my desk. “They see our success. They see the Peacekeepers. The trade. The security.”“But they won’t do anything about it,” I replied, sipping my coffee.“Correct. They talk. They grumble. But ultimately, they’re paralyzed by their own fear of failure.”“They want our results,” I mused, “but they don’t want to take our risks.”I tapped the side of my mug thoughtfully. “And their people?”“Still slipping into UNA nations in waves,” Elijah confirmed. “It’s not just workers now. Entire families. Craftsmen. Young scholars. They’re coming to study, to work, to live. They want what our cities offer.”“And we will let them,” I said with a slow, deliberate smile. “Every hand that crosses into our lands is another piece added to our machine. They will strengthen us. Their kings will remain blind until it’s too late.”Elijah chuckled softly. “Do you think they’ll ever realize?”I leaned back in my chair, gazing at the peaceful s

"Ladies, you’ve all worked well today. But remember, sewing is not the only thread you should weave. You must also weave knowledge."She passed out small flyers. "This is the Night School schedule. Six months. Three hours each night, from eight to eleven. Low fees—ten credits a month. The government supports it."Mara read the flyer carefully. Mrs. Jenner continued, "When I first came here, I was a slave from Alemia. I had nothing. But Aeternum freed me. My husband, a kind Aeternum soldier, gave me his trust, and when he passed, his pension allowed me to start this shop."The room grew silent, every woman listening intently. "My son married an immigrant like you, and now we run this shop together. I hire immigrant women not out of charity but because I know you all work harder than anyone else. But work alone is not enough. You must learn. You must read. You must count. You must write your names proudly. The nobles used to be the only ones with knowledge, but here, in Aeternum, knowle