EFB Chapter 2381 Winter Valley Project
Chapter 2381 Winter Valley Project
Chapter 2381 Winter Valley Project
Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Crafting Colosseum, Inter-realm city, Sector DS0909, Chaos Dwarven District, EGGG Workshop. "So, can you speak for your entire race, or should I have this conversation with your elders?" Wyatt asked Moon, his tone measured yet probing. Nearby, the dwarves were immersed in their guild entrance tests. Now that Wyatt had demonstrated he wasn't alone—that he had a guild filled with capable allies to back him—it was time to lay his terms on the table.
Moon met his gaze steadily, shaking her head with quiet determination. "Venera, you tell me what you want, and I'll handle convincing my race. Trust me, I won't let you be wronged in any way," she said with a voice firm but respectful. Her confidence wasn't feigned. The fact that Venera had agreed to set a price within her race's capabilities gave her the conviction to take the reins.
Wyatt studied her for a moment, nodding subtly. Moon's resolve was exactly what he needed. Without it, she wouldn't stand a chance against the elders of her race. The struggles of Biore and Dulas with their own families were a stark reminder of how rigid and narrow-minded the older generation could be. Yet, Moon might have an edge. Her elders had sent their younger generation out of the Snow Elven territory to search for hope—and Moon had found it. Now, she only needed to present it to them in a way they all believe it was the hope they were all waiting for.
Wyatt's expression softened, though his calculating gaze didn't waver. "Good," he said simply. Then, leaning forward slightly, he asked, "Before we begin, let me ask you this: Does your race plan to continue staying in the Snow Elf territory? Because once they learn you've modified your title demon core method to a high-rank one, the Snow Elves won't just stand by and watch. Surely your people have found a new territory to start anew far from the Snow Elves' oppression, haven't they?"
As Wyatt's words sank in they struck a chord because they were true. Moon's features flickered, but she quickly composed herself. However, her expression had darkened, as though he had unearthed a painful memory she wished to bury. Her voice wavered slightly as she began, "T-that... my race's elders found many suitable places to establish our clan outside the Snow Elf territory. But every time we managed to build something of value, someone stronger would come along and take it from us."
Moon nodded again, but her lips pressed into a tight line. The Snow Elves, being a semi-ruler class race, had an extensive reach. There wasn't a corner of the Dark Realm free from their shadow. While ruler-class races existed, none showed interest in the Froslings, especially after uncovering the truth to their immunity to the glacier plague.
"Have you considered looking for a new realm with conditions similar to your native realm, Forsell?" Wyatt asked. His tone suggested the question had just occurred to him, though he had already suspected the answer. For the Froslings, leaving the Dark Realm seemed like their only hope of escaping the Snow Elves' oppression.
"We've thought about it," Moon admitted, her voice tinged with bitterness and resignation. "But any such realms are immediately snapped up by other races with affinities to ice or related rules. With our financial limitations, we can't compete. Even if we managed to gather the necessary funds, someone always outbids us for the rights, hoping to harvest the realm's will fragment."
Her eyes flickered with helplessness, her words heavy with the weight of her race's struggles. "If we could afford to leave this cursed realm, we would. But the costs of migrating the entire race, combined with the bidding wars... It's impossible."
Wyatt gave a slow nod, his gaze sharp as he pieced together her dilemma. "I figured as much," he replied, his tone quiet but understanding. "Unless your race discovers a suitable realm before anyone else, you'll always be outbid. And realms with the conditions you need are rare and in high demand."
There was a pause, a faint flicker of an idea glinting in Wyatt's eyes. "What about moving to Winter Valley?" he suggested, his tone almost casual as if the question had just occurred to him. However, he had been planning to monopolize Winter Valley, one of the thirteen deadliest places in the Dark Realm, ever since he used glacier plague to craft the Frosling corpse puppets for the crafting duel.
Just when he was thinking about how he should proceed with monopolizing Winter Valley and its untouched resources, Moon came to him with her race's dilemma. Her timing could not have been more perfect. Both for him and for her race. If it was some other time, Moon would have walked out of here in disappointment.