Chapter 105
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 105
Chapter Title: Floor 11 - Lv. ???? Holy Gobletaria Federation
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I looked around and felt something off.
Five hundred years had passed. In that time, the world could change fifty times over.
Yet it felt familiar somehow.
Not at all unfamiliar.
Even the spot where I'd just crash-landed seemed suspicious for an entirely different planet.
Ecosystems change dramatically between planets.
No matter how much terraforming you do or animals and plants you import from the 'continent,' there's no guarantee they'll adapt.
More than that, it's a limitation of the game system. Alien ecosystems varying wildly is just real-world talk.
Things don't veer off into total unknowns like that.
Because it's a game—or thanks to the labyrinth's corrections—the broad strokes of continental history remain mostly unchanged.
From technological development onward, so much is fixed constants.
The ecosystem on a given planet is the same.
The form is set by a table, with only random rolls within it as variables.
Memorize those variables wholesale, and you can grasp it at a glance.
That's how I realized it. This wasn't a terraformed planet.
It was the 'continent.'
"What in the world happened?"
"The Fairy King still lives, and he even remembers you."
The sudden voice startled me. With petal fairies, it was par for the course.
Petal fairies, the upper echelon of fairy kindred, had higher odds of living longer than average fairies.
Whether the lifespan difference was truly significant, who knew—but statistics don't lie.
And those stats? I crunched them myself.
"Can you ask around a bit?"
"Don't they know your situation better? It seems a full federation formed starting from that last floor, sparking the Second Fairy War—and it still hasn't been settled."
No surprise it hadn't been settled.
An empire. The Orc Empire.
Factions named 'empire' were terrifyingly powerful.
I couldn't imagine humans from the boonies and long-fallen fairies banding together to sweep it away easily.
Part of me wondered if I should've backed the Greenskins from the start.
But then gaining broad support and favor from multiple gods like this would've been impossible.
Turn misfortune to fortune. This setup was better for executing plans post-kingdom.
Still, no decisive end back then meant they hadn't been utterly crushed at first.
Yet over time, they'd abandoned the continent for other planets.
What that implied was...
"Sounds like another faction sided with the Greenskins. Dragonkin?"
"Sharp insight."
Dragonkin meshed well with Greenskins. Their alliances weren't rare.
Even without that, the continent had shaped up that way inevitably.
The existence of the Holy Gobletaria Federation was the clincher.
Whatever the case, the vampires holding one pillar were the Barbaroi Clan—and to them, dragonkin were mortal enemies.
So factions from the East nursing grudges against dragonkin must've all flowed here.
That explained the federation's formation.
No matter how miraculous the goddess's management, it'd seemed too weak a force. I'd found it odd. Even assuming divine prowess, they'd needed a catalyst of deep-seated grudges.
Absorbing all anti-dragonkin groups.
For someone twisting history, it couldn't be cleaner.
Everything happening on this server had almost no Exile meddling.
Time to chat with our goddess.
"Oh, heavens."
"Oh my God."
The captain's 'heavens' and my 'my God.'
The news I'd gotten: the Holy Gobletaria Federation was a massive nation trisecting this galaxy—a theocracy, no less.
What the captain heard: I was at the top of the Cult of Chaos.
We both freaked out.
First off, the surrounding fairies' attitudes shifted.
Some human crew turned pale and rushed over.
"My God, then you're VIP status. No, this is national—"
"Captain, what do we do?"
The captain just blinked rapidly. His ears twitched every which way, eyes darting without focus.
"Argh, g-god. What should we do?"
[The God of Nature clutches their stomach and collapses in laughter.]
"D-divine oracle! An oracle has come!"
Fairies' long lifespans meant a hefty faithful population still practiced.
Thus, the God of Nature always had a sweet deal. Racial faith, plus lasting devotion.
Prime godhood.
Even as the oracle made the god double over laughing, the fairies flailed in panic.
Exiles appeared in limited eras, excluding the medieval pivot of history.
Near future, far future. Just those two categories.
God-play eras were equally limited.
In between? Skipped in-game.
Even in god-play, it was the same.
Text info given, then RTS continued on that basis.
Skipped-period play? AI handled it.
The realized labyrinth followed suit.
AI rarely issued direct oracles or used divine words.
God's influence waning in future eras stemmed partly from that communication gap.
These fairies faced an oracle after 500 long years.
A big deal. Long-absent oracles or divine words carried extra weight.
I grabbed the Girl's hand tight.
She glanced around, then dove into my arms.
Ignoring it, I spoke to the goddess.
"How high is the federation's loyalty?"
"They'd die on my command."
"No, seriously, how'd it get that high?"
"Beats me. From the memories, I did pretty well. Even so, yours left a stronger mark."
I rubbed my temple, pondering.
To goblins, I was the great revolutionary awakening the oppressed to a new world.
Martyred into godhood, no less.
Backed by great Chaos.
To vampires, a new clan master guiding them to land.
I wasn't sure Barbaroi's feelings toward me.
But as a mage, he was wise and rational.
No scenario beat what I'd handed him.
Heck, more than just settling as a middling clan—it was a boon.
A goddess with few followers protecting them fiercely.
Compared to gods juggling flocks across servers? No contest.
All per Chaos's will.
Prime setup for skyrocketing faith.
Subjectively, our future party's exploits probably fueled it.
Apotheosis? Probably happened a few times.
A legendary Exile party, all Chaos's design.
"I'd be hooked too."
"Yeah, that's how it went. Even after it leaked you were an Exile, faith only solidified."
Of course. Its foundation was Exile-made.
Wait, hadn't the goblin assassin Exile bit already been revealed?
"They don't know it's you. Just that it was an Exile goblin. Think we can use that."
Exactly my thought.
Presentation mattered. Stage, novel, or otherwise.
And the federation's insane loyalty? Usable right now.
General Secretary Goblachov reflected on his life before entering the conference room.
No special reason. Just needed a thread to unravel his recent frustrations.
He was a capable goblin. Elite-educated from youth, loyal to the party without a single misstep, a standard-bearer of revolution.
Years striving to free goblin comrades groaning under filthy ogre capitalists.
All people equal under the goddess.
He'd devoted his life to that value.
Five centuries ago, the northern fortress—the first to achieve revolution.
A life without shame before his ancestors who raised that flag.
Yet even he couldn't fix the galactic mess tightening daily.
The once-stalwart EHD Alliance, human-led, had fallen to capitalist corruption via their faith.
Afterward, the Holy Gobletaria Federation fought alone.
Of course, the Alliance wasn't purely fond of the Greenskin Empire either.
From their view, allying with either side was unpalatable.
Ideology or history—priority didn't matter.
The three powers trisecting the galaxy balanced on ideology and historic grudges.
That was the problem.
Goblachov hated this balance.
Their sacred origin, 'Red Forest,' still lay in the Empire's capital. Unbearable.
But endure it they must.
The Alliance would balk if the Federation claimed it.
Still, a pivotal event brewed lately.
The secretary entered expecting better news.
"Comrade Secretary!"
Someone calling urgently? Good sign.
The briefing began.
Alliance-Empire dispute escalated to war.
Pathetic—profits the issue. Fools blind to equality.
"But couldn't it end as a local skirmish?"
It had happened plenty. No faction dared full war.
"Alliance hit the Empire's capital with a surprise ultra-long-range warp!"
"What?"
A blow to Empire pride. Why such recklessness?
"Intel suggests the God of Order influenced the decision."
God of Order and Coin. Capitalism's vanguard, never starting losing fights.
Why? But opportunity for the Federation. Good.
"Should we join?"
The cautious vampire Defense Chairman frowned.
Maybe capitalist ploy.
All puzzled alike. Why back war against Empire?
Rare. War never profited.
Unless victory assured.
Goblachov felt frustration anew. The old chokehold.
Revolution beckoned everywhere, yet obstacles abounded.
His sigh sank the room's mood.
Realizing, he pivoted topics to lighten it.
"If the God of Order moves oddly, Mother Chaos might speak too."
Mood brightened. Everyone's hope.
The Federation always planned long-term thanks to the returning goddess and her great warrior-high priest.
When they overlooked the galaxy again, how face them if fragmented or destroyed?
Alliance and Empire hadn't studied gods and Exiles as deeply.
Conclusion from captive Exile research: blank periods.
Goddess watches, grants power—but not always present.
Sometimes dormant.
Would she awaken, return, provide solutions?
As smiles spread...
"Hear me, all devotees of Chaos."
⟨ Divine Oracle ⟩
The room froze.
Mother Chaos's voice, legend-made-real.
Youthful yet solemn, chillingly majestic, distant timbre.
Just as handed down.
The Great Chaos, Mother Chaos.
Descending here now.
All rose instinctively.
Not one stayed seated.
The secretary felt hot tears trail his cheeks.
It happened across the Federation's every corner.
Even patients stood on crutches at her voice.
Those who couldn't? Fainted from the divine utterance.
Deaths followed. None mourned—only regretted.
Over five centuries. Mother Chaos descends anew.
Within thirty minutes, all embassies evacuated.
Diplomacy halted.
Federation cut all external lines itself.
Chaos commands: now war's hour.
Reclaim the holy land. Burn the Empire.
All soldiers returned from leave to ships.
The Federation blazed with tears and fervor.
In two hours, total war declared.
No citizen doubted victory.
Glory to Mother Chaos.