The Record of Orc Civilization - Chapter 450: The Alchemist of Despair (Bonus - )

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Valya Base, Human Camp

While the shadows in Wilwatikta began to creep in search of the traitor, far across the New Battlefield—within the secure territories of the Human Alliance—another darkness was being brewed inside a golden chalice.

Zilya Valya gazed at the star-studded night sky from her chamber window. She ignored the mountain of papers scattered across her desk, lost in thought as she sipped in the beauty of the horizon. Among the stacks of documents sat a small, open box, revealing white pills that seemed to suck the moonlight right out of the air.

Her eyes drifted from the night’s beauty to the box. She set her golden chalice on the table. A few drops of red liquid escaped the rim, staining the vital documents that should have been the battlefield commander’s priority.

With slender fingers, she brushed the white pills before picking one up. Zilya held it at eye level, scrutinizing it intently.

“If evil had a physical form, it would be this pill,” Zilya whispered to the silence. She knew exactly what these pills were made of, and exactly how many lives had been sacrificed to create them.

“Evolution?” Zilya snorted derisively.

She didn’t know whether the man thought she was stupid or if he himself was the one who was stupid. How could he say evolution with her? Did he think she was a little girl who knew nothing?

She was not a soft-hearted woman. As a war commander from the Valya Family, she understood the price of victory all too well. Countless decisions of hers had ended in the deaths of those under her command. But she was no fool. She knew that what this pill created was not evolution, but an Abomination.

Despite this, Zilya continued to distribute them to her troops. Not to the mages of the Valya Main Family, of course, but to the mages of the subordinate houses. She did not force them; she explained the consequences they would face after swallowing the pill with brutal honesty. Whether they took it or not was no longer her concern.

Even so, he still hoped they would take this pill. At least before their death, they would be able to pull the enemy to die with them.

However, the failure of the ambush on Kuja’s unit had left her shaken. Coupled with the increasingly complex war against the Demons, Zilya began to wonder: were humans truly that weak?

The Demon race was formidable, both in quality and quantity. The war had raged for years, yet the number of Demons on the field never seemed to dwindle; in fact, they multiplied over time. If this trend continued, the Meer Continent would truly be swallowed by a sea of Demons.

Previously, this war was an alliance of “Four Against One,” where all Mana species on the continent united to repel the invader. But with the treachery of the Arion race, the constellation of war had shifted to “Three Against Two.” Although Wilwatikta had not yet deployed its elite units, Arions with power equivalent to Level 6 Constellation Mages had already begun to flood the battlefield.

As a result, humanity—the primary target—had to split its forces to face their former allies. That heavy burden was handed to Zilya and the Valya Family. Currently, they had managed to balance the scales and hold the Wilwatikta Kingdom back, preventing them from joining their allies to strike the humans from two sides. But in truth, they were merely surviving, not striking back.

Because of this, when an Arion came offering an alliance, Zilya had been elated. She knew the faction most eager for war against the Human Alliance was Prince Moku’s. According to their intelligence, there were other princes in Wilwatikta with positions and influence exceeding Moku’s.

Thus, her first assumption upon hearing of an Arion seeking an alliance was that the individual came from a rival faction displeased with Moku’s movements. Still, she remained cautious. Fearing a trap, she hadn’t sent the Valya Family’s full elite force for the recent ambush.

Their target had been Prince Moku’s third son, Kuja. Zilya knew Nevare was the primary architect behind the fall of Heles and the death of Artur. Her grudge against that woman was profound. She thought that if she could kill Nevare’s precious son, the woman would finally feel a matching wound.

The information regarding Kuja’s movements provided by the traitor had been accurate. They had successfully split Kuja’s unit into four groups before sending in the mage teams to strike. A Level 6 Constellation Mage was specifically assigned to Kuja to guarantee his death. Based on their data, Kuja’s strength was only Level 5, making a Level 6 more than enough.

But what happened next was beyond Zilya’s comprehension. Kuja didn’t just survive; he suddenly shattered his limits and slaughtered a Level 6 Mage.

Killing a Level 6 Constellation Mage was no small feat. Without a “Master of Laws” (Penguasa Hukum), it took at least four Level 6 mages to ensure a target of the same level couldn’t escape. This meant Kuja now possessed the power of four Level 6 Mages combined, or worse: he had reached Level 7 Constellation.

That was impossible. A Level 7 Constellation Mage wasn’t just a tier of magic. Before the concept of the Master of Laws, a Level 6 was considered the pinnacle of Mana usage—those capable of reshaping the world at whim. But ever since Stent Gaht broke through that barrier, the world realized Level 6 was only the beginning of true power.

To become a Level 7 required something more than talent: it required Recognition from at least the entire populace of a kingdom to breach that gate. It meant that beyond extraordinary natural talent, one needed massive political resources and public support. Mana would not share its absolute authority with just anyone.

The Valya Family themselves only possessed five Level 7 Constellation Mages. This was only because they had been a Mana Ruling Family for centuries, allowing them to push the kingdoms under their influence to grant “Recognition” to their strongest mages. Even then, many of their Level 6 mages failed. Only five possessed the exceptional talent and character to make it.

In short, Level 7 mages were rare for all Mana species. They weren’t deployed recklessly. Losing even one could cripple a Great House. Thus, the main pillars of war were Level 5s, with Level 6s acting as the ultimate weapons for crucial missions. But now, an individual had appeared on the enemy side who could butcher those ultimate weapons.

Zilya looked back at the report. Kuja was so young. Before Heles fell, Artur had reported on Nevare’s three sons: Nash, Acel, and Kuja. Kuja was the youngest, the one who should have been the weakest at Level 4. Yet in mere months, the youngest was slaughtering Level 6 mages.

What about his brothers? Artur had mentioned Nash was the strongest, with Acel in the middle. Zilya concluded that both must possess power equal to or exceeding Kuja’s. That meant at least three monsters on the enemy side could upend the entire balance of power. And Nevare wasn’t Moku’s only wife; there were three others with sons whose power levels remained unrecorded.

Then there were the other prince factions said to be stronger than Moku, or the elite forces under the direct command of the Arion King.

The thought made the hair on Zilya’s neck stand up. Her eyes returned to the white pill rolling between her fingers.

“Is humanity truly destined to be the weakest?” she whispered.

Zilya steeled her heart. “Someone!” she shouted. A mage entered the room instantly.

“Yes, Commander?”

“Order all mages in our forces—excluding those of the Valya Main Family—to immediately consume their Genesis Pills. But remember: they are only to take them when they are about to engage the enemy directly, and ensure the location is far from our main base. Do you understand my meaning?” Zilya asked, her eyes boring into her aide with hidden intent.

The aide fell silent for a moment, realizing the horrific implications behind the order, before finally nodding firmly. “I understand, Commander!”

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