“I'll go back and check the exact numbers right away.”
Having formed a hypothesis, Diana noted down the string of numbers the world consciousness had just announced. She then prepared to leave to consult records and confirm her suspicions.
But Lan Qingyou waved her off.
“If there are no surprises, I think you're probably right.”
Lan Qingyou stopped her from leaving.
“However, if that's the case, the scale of the city needs to expand. The more people we have, the higher the defense value. I don't know what that defense value is used for yet, but since it's part of the world consciousness's rewards, it shouldn't be useless.”
Lan Qingyou tapped her fingers rhythmically on the surface of the magic desk, her brows furrowed.
Diana, sitting opposite her, was also deep in thought.
“It's definitely not useless. But looking at these rewards, if our guess is correct, major cities might soon enter an era of competing for population.”
“Didn't the world consciousness say so in the announcement? Our current version is called the Race Era,” Lan Qingyou quipped.
The Race Era.
At first, neither Lan Qingyou nor anyone else really understood what it meant, assuming it just meant ‘an era where new races would explode onto the scene.’
And indeed, many new races had emerged.
But Lan Qingyou never expected it to manifest in this way.
Races, population, cities, competition...
Perhaps this was the true face of the ‘Race Era’ the world consciousness spoke of?
If that were the case, how could they attract more people?
Compared to other races, the Witch race was powerful and possessed the Magic Eye—the Eye of Heart's Image—but it had significant drawbacks.
After all, very few people were willing to turn into young ladies.
When the Witch race first appeared, some might have been willing to do it just to gain power.
But now, with so many different styles and abilities of races appearing, people had more options. Fewer people were willing to throw everything away for power.
It was impossible to attract more people relying solely on the Witch potion.
“So, how do we attract permanent residents to Typhon City?” Lan Qingyou muttered under her breath.
“Why does it have to be humans?”
“Huh?”
Diana's single sentence made Lan Qingyou's brain stall.
What does that mean? I don't follow.
“It's the Race Era. We could invite an entire race to settle in Typhon City. Wouldn't that be better than targeting individuals one by one?”
Exactly!
Lan Qingyou's eyes lit up.
Poaching individuals was tedious; inviting an entire race was much more interesting.
It was the perfect way to stand out by taking the path less traveled.
While Lan Qingyou wasn't very familiar with other races...
She knew from the ancient bloodline dungeons that a successful run could yield anywhere from one thousand to ten thousand units of blood.
This mostly depended on the dungeon's difficulty.
Top-tier dungeons like the ones she and the High Priestess had cleared were rare.
Most small dungeons that could be cleared by sheer numbers usually contained around one to five thousand milliliters of blood.
Taking a median of twenty-five hundred milliliters, that translated to a population of fifty thousand.
Lan Qingyou had looked into this before.
Small races like these were often formed by people in a specific region discovering a dungeon, clearing it, and then producing and distributing the blood.
This meant most small races lived within the same region, unlike the initial races that were scattered across the map.
If they could bring these races here, the city would flourish, and the population would jump significantly in one go.
Lan Qingyou had tried making evolution items for other races, and others in the group had even joined in, thinking it was a fun idea.
But without exception, they all failed.
The group concluded that the main reason for failure was likely because they were no longer Blue Star people.
According to the Wheel of Fortune's theory, these evolutions were likely a benefit granted by the world consciousness specifically to the people of Blue Star.
Therefore, once someone had evolved, they could no longer create evolution items for an entirely new race.
That would be considered cheating. The world consciousness, which monitored the entire Kalim continent 24/7, probably wouldn't allow it.
This theory was accepted by almost everyone in the villa.
Otherwise, there was no explanation for the failures.
However, if they wanted to recruit those small races, their current territory was a bit too small.
Expand! They had to expand!
It was just a matter of magic circles. A small task like that only required a bit of seclusion.
Besides, she had a natural power bank right under her shelter.
If the magic circle's mana supply ran low, she could just tap into that.
At worst, she'd just draw a few less syringes of sap each day.
“Then I'll leave the recruitment to you. I'll handle the magic circle.”
Thinking of the magic circle, Lan Qingyou decided to go big.
Thus, she handed over all the responsibilities of dealing with people to Diana and the others.
As the saying goes, you couldn't expect a middle school graduate to run a city of hundreds of thousands.
Because ‘out of her league’ didn't even begin to cover it.
“You just want to slack off, don't you?” Diana complained after receiving yet another task.
“How is that possible? If you really want someone who only graduated middle school to manage a city, then consider what I just said retracted.”
Lan Qingyou shrugged and spread her hands with a shameless air, causing Diana to sigh repeatedly.
“Wait, that's not right! Clan Leader, you look like you're in your twenties. You shouldn't just be a middle school graduate.”
After sighing, Diana spotted the flaw in Lan Qingyou's logic.
“Why do you think I'm always flying in the air?”
“To look cool?”
“Hahaha, that's a funny guess, but you're wrong.”
Laughing, Lan Qingyou showed her legs to Diana, even swinging them a couple of times with a touch of humor.
She had been in a car accident on the day of her middle school graduation and never went back to school.
Lan Qingyou was going all out just to avoid management duties.
Seeing Lan Qingyou's legs, Diana realized she had misspoken and accepted the task.
From that moment on, Lan Qingyou was the owner of the land, but she didn't have to manage anything. Everything was handed over to Diana and the other department-head witches involved in administration.
However, Lan Qingyou still had to write the textbooks.
On one hand, she had already promised to do so; on the other, she needed to organize her own learning progress from the past six months or so.
After all... the New Year was coming.
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