All Chapters of Traveller Of Two Worlds: Chapter 2791 - Chapter 2797

Star City bustled in its daily rhythm, but the sound had changed. Merchants no longer shouted with pride; their voices were hushed, strained, as if each word might draw unwanted ears.Among them moved three men and a woman who looked like traders from the southern fields. They carried baskets of grain, spoke with the accent of farmhands, and haggled clumsily. None gave them a second look.Yet they were ACIA operatives. Every glance measured the crowd. Every coin exchanged was a signal. They noted the shortages, the soldiers’ drunken swagger at street corners, the way beggars now sprawled at the steps of once-proud guild halls.“Third quadrant,” murmured one agent as he handed over bread. The phrase was meaningless to anyone else—but the woman receiving it would pass word to Duke Vaelric’s circle before the hour was out.They did not spread panic. Instead, they spread the truth, gently, like oil on water: Aeternum had food, Aeternum had order, Aeternum punished only those who drew weap

The convoy arrived like a new season: engines humming, treads leaving fresh furrows in the once-empty road. Armored carriers moved in the lead, not to intimidate the villagers but to make the path safe—metallic flanks reflecting a brittle morning sun. Behind them rolled trucks of crates, palletized goods strapped down in neat rows, med vans with red sigils, and a vehicle painted in civilian white that housed a field kitchen.At the makeshift barricade on the ridge, a knot of local militia and a single Lone Star captain tried to hold the line. They had the old armbands and the leather jerkin. Their rifles were patchwork—rusted barrels, wooden stocks. Pride stiffened their shoulders. They were not prepared for the precision of the Aeternum advance: silent drones that mapped their fields, engineers who could splice a road into submission, MPs who walked up to the barricade and placed a small paper card on the stones—an ultimatum dressed as an invitation.The captain spat and shouted defi

“Both of you are correct,” I said evenly. “But remember this — our war is not merely about crushing armies. It is about rewriting faith. Every city that surrenders to us willingly, every village that learns Aeternum’s protection is better than Lone Star’s cruelty, becomes a nail in their king’s coffin.”I looked at them each in turn. “Speed, yes. Brutality where needed. But above all, order. That is how we win not just the land, but the people who live upon it.”They both bowed. My decree was final, as always.By the third week, the Aeternum flag flew over a third of Lone Star’s territory. Roads once ruled by brigands or tax collectors now echoed with Aeternum supply trucks and patrolling soldiers.Messages flooded into Vaelric City — not of rebellion, but of surrender. Small lords sent envoys begging to be spared. Entire villages deserted their posts, offering keys to their towns. Refugees from deeper inland streamed toward Aeternum lines, reporting the cruelty of Lone Star nobles wh

“To the citizens of Lone Star,” I began, voice calm but edged with steel, “we hear your cries. You flee not from us, but toward us. Know this: Aeternum does not come to enslave. We come to protect, to rebuild, to end the tyranny that starves its own children.”I leaned closer, my tone sharpening. “To King Halbrecht, who calls himself sovereign — your people are voting with their feet. Every family that comes to us is another voice declaring your reign finished. You are already dethroned.”The broadcast ended. Silence lingered in the studio. Then Rafaela, ever radiant, murmured from the wings: “You’ve given them hope, Mies. Hope can move armies faster than any engine.” I only nodded. Because I knew — she was right.In Star City’s main square, the gallows were crowded with trembling peasants. King Halbrecht himself stood on the balcony of his palace, face red with fury.“They cheer for our enemies,” he thundered to the crowd. “They betray their king for scraps from foreigners!” He raise