God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World

"No, why would we stop it?" The Gray Fort Emperor's voice and expression instantly turned ice-cold. "If they don't screw up, how are we supposed to solve all the problems that have built up from these years of reform?"

The Gray Fort Empire's reforms over the years had constantly weakened the old nobility while pushing out new nobles, but those old nobles still controlled massive resources. And the new nobles' hunger for resources kept growing by the day. You could say the whole Gray Fort Empire was like a bomb that had been teetering on the edge of collapse. This time, with large-scale riots breaking out, tons of resources would become ownerless, easing the entire empire's tensions.

No doubt, using an event like this to ease tensions would seriously hurt the empire—it'd cause major internal damage and might make the whole country unstable. It'd be way more comfortable to just expand outward instead. But since things had already reached this point, why not go for it?

The surrounding small countries had already been washed in blood again, the Kingdom of Dawn was in pretty dangerous shape, and everyone was in an unstable state. This was the perfect chance to redivide the pie. As for whether things would spin completely out of control, with the magician legion at his command, he didn't think anything would really go wrong—even if almost every territory, every border area, had problems pop up all at once.

Hearing the Gray Fort Emperor's words, the prince's expression kept changing, but he couldn't really think of how to respond.

"His Majesty the Emperor is truly wise." Suddenly, a voice came from deep within the palace. "As long as you don't make any moves on festival day, I can guarantee the royal family's fundamental interests won't be affected. Once festival day passes, you can do whatever you want!"

This sudden voice made Prince Wilson's face change dramatically, but the Gray Fort Emperor's expression didn't shift at all. "Your Holiness the Pope, I never thought when we met again it would be like this, with you in this state. Looks like you'll be heading to your god's embrace pretty soon, huh?"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor." The War Pope's voice had a strange echo to it, which wasn't surprising. "This might be the last time we meet."

The War Pope floated before the Gray Fort Emperor. "Honestly, if you'd agreed back then—agreed to become a believer of the God of War and make the entire Gray Fort Empire worship the God of War—it wouldn't have come to this."

"Back then, the Kingdom of Dawn did exactly that," the Gray Fort Emperor said flatly. "Since you've already made your choice, why are you showing up before me now? You really think just because you're in this state, I can't do anything about you?"

"Hahaha, right now I'm just a soul without a body. Anyone could easily kill me." The War Pope didn't seem bothered at all. "I've completed my mission. I just wanted to see an old friend one more time. After tomorrow, this world will only have one divine system—the War God system. Every deity will become a subordinate god of the God of War. There'll be no more conflicts of faith in this world, and I'll have brought all of this to an end. I'm completely satisfied with that, even if I can't enter the War God's divine realm. Or no, I should say—today!"

The instant he finished speaking, from outside, the midnight bell rang.

Festival day had arrived!!!

The moment that bell sounded, across nearly half the continent—except for races with pure faiths like the elven kingdom—roaring sounds erupted from every gathering place of living beings... Before today, for pretty much every race, this had been just another ordinary day. Only believers of the God of War knew this was the God of War's ascension day... But after today, everyone on the entire continent would remember this day.

The world that was already chaotic suddenly became several times louder the instant the bell rang.

Smashing sounds, weapons clashing, Magic Conductors exploding, roars, screams—every sound was deafening.

The whole world seemed to descend into chaos at that exact moment.

Who knows how many people were disturbed by that weird wave. Countless people had their dark sides stirred up—bloodlust, gore, destruction, power, authority, and all kinds of other emotions were triggered. A small number of people had their bright sides completely activated too—protection, defense, safeguarding... War, rebellion, slaughter, riots followed right behind.

Across the continent, it was like every living thing had become a bloodthirsty killer, a conqueror of castles, or a pure guardian. In that instant, almost everyone seemed to pick a side and start fighting.

Under the cover of night, the world that should've fallen into quiet peace had already disappeared.

Along the southern border of the Kingdom of Dawn.

On the open land, over 2,000 magic power railguns had been set up at some point, with a massive magic power super cannon in the distance. Countless soldiers now stood beside these Magic Conductor machines, silently watching the distance.

Everyone's breathing had become extremely heavy.

The instant the Gray Fort Empire's banner appeared within firing range, a burly, stern middle-aged man roared, "Fire!"

Countless magic power railguns started operating, launching shell after shell toward where the banner was, like rain pouring down.

But they'd never imagine that similar things were happening in their own backyard.

County Grano.

The largest agricultural territory in the core region of the Kingdom of Dawn. For thousands of years, nobody had ever touched their family's land or interests, because everyone might need to ask their family for something someday.

But today was different. Countless free citizens who'd lost their jobs because of Magic Conductors like tractors, influenced by that wave, began attacking the Grano family's castle. Countless people holding pitchforks and hoes, not thinking about anything, charged at Count Grano.

Watching his troops already starting to fall back, Count Grano finally brought out the expensive magic power railguns and various equipment he'd bought at high prices.

Different from Count Grano's situation was the neighboring territory.

When that lord had seen how efficient Count Grano's tractors were, he'd also bought a whole bunch, along with some weapons.

But compared to Count Grano, he was a bit unlucky.

His personal guard commander was a devoted believer in the God of War. Under the influence of that wave, he started thinking about how everything he'd cultivated over many years was being crushed by mere Magic Conductors. He wasn't willing to accept it. He was furious. He directly slaughtered every soldier who could use Magic Conductors—killed everyone he could kill—then led his knight order in an attack on the lord he'd once respected most.

The whole world had gone crazy!

On the Magic Net, some nobles and supernatural beings who hadn't been affected by the Church of War's triggered power were all frowning, talking about what was happening around them!