All Chapters of Traveller Of Two Worlds: Chapter 2811 - Chapter 2820

By the end of the week, something unthinkable happened: children gathered in the plaza, playing under the watch of Aeternum soldiers. A small band of musicians, freed slaves themselves, set up with battered instruments and began to play.The sound of laughter returned to Star City for the first time in years.Humans and Demi-Humans sat side by side, eating rations. Some still whispered, still doubted, but they could not deny the sight before their eyes: no chains, no whips, no nobles strutting in carriages.Ank-Hum sat with his family at the edge of the plaza, watching Sergeant Lois patrol with calm authority. When Lois passed, Ank-Hum rose and bowed deeply.“You’ve given us more than food,” he said. “You’ve given us back our dignity.”Lois only smiled faintly. “No, Ank-Hum. You always had it. We just reminded you of it.”That night, in homes and tents across Star City, conversations shifted.“Maybe… maybe they are different.”“I saw them treat the beastkin with respect.”“They gave m

Back in the King’s former office — my office now — I poured myself a glass of dark Lone Star wine, staring at the mountains of parchment stacked high. Wealth measured in numbers, land measured in deeds, lives measured in signatures.I muttered to myself, “They think I am noble for taking less. But in truth… I am practical.”The truth was simple. If I had taken nothing, they would have feared me. If I had taken too much, they would have hated me. Ten percent? That was perfect. Just enough to make them believe in my fairness.And land? Land was the anchor. Armies march, kings fall, but land stays. It grows food, raises walls, fuels economies.That was why I signed every deed without hesitation.I smiled faintly, the ledger closing with a final thud. “Let the people cheer for justice,” I whispered. “Let them think me selfless. I’ll bear the weight of their illusions.”And as the lamps burned low, I returned to the endless reports, shaping the future of a kingdom that was no longer Lone S

I looked between the two of them, feeling the weight of their trust press down. More than soldiers, more than subordinates, they were staking their faith in me to hold this kind of power.I clasped my hands on the desk and spoke, firm, decisive.“Then it’s settled. The people will never know this wealth exists. And they don’t need to. This isn’t for them — not directly. But every bridge, every school, every factory we desperately need will rise from it. And when they see it, they’ll believe it was just Aeternum efficiency at work.”Selie nodded. Johnathan saluted. Both faces reflected the same thought: trust.I leaned back once more, lifting my coffee to my lips. Outside, Star City thrummed with cautious hope, unaware of the black fund sealed in hidden vaults.And that was for the best. Some truths could save a nation. Others were meant to stay buried, fueling its future in silence.**************************The fall of the Lone Star Kingdom had been whispered like a dream for weeks,

“I renounce the tyranny of Lone Star. I embrace the principles of Aeternum. I will live as a citizen of justice, dignity, and unity.”When Ank-Hum’s turn came, his voice broke as he spoke the words. He felt the weight of chains, centuries of humiliation, slip from his shoulders. For the first time, he was not a beast, not a slave. He was a citizen.As the people left the amphitheater, soldiers handed each family a warm meal and the promise of something greater:The Aeternum ID.Word spread quickly — those who completed the program would be issued the coveted ID card within weeks. The people buzzed with excitement, speaking of futures they had never dared imagine. Schools for their children. Hospitals for their sick. Jobs for the poor. Safety for everyone.That night, as lamps lit across Star City, the city no longer felt like a conquered land. It felt like a city reborn.********************The decree spread faster than wildfire. Within days of President Mies’ command, the Aeternum C

Behind their smiles and low bows, hatred smoldered. They whispered in chambers stripped of guards, swearing vengeance under their breath. Some dreamed of rebellion, of secret armies, of restoring their reign of arrogance.But the reality crushed them. Their retainers were gone. Their knights slain. Their coffers gutted. Their power networks dismantled. And worst of all — the people themselves no longer feared them.Aeternum had given the people justice, food, and hope. Even if the nobles called for rebellion, who would answer? The peasants who now received daily rations? The demi-humans who now walked free? No one.Every day they endured humiliation. Noble estates seized and converted into schools. Their carriages stripped for scrap metal. Their slaves freed in public ceremonies where the former “masters” were forced to clap.Every tax collector’s knock was a reminder of their fall. Forty percent cut from their coffers each month — tribute to the Aeternum treasury. To refuse was to be