Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

It goes without saying that mortals can still manage a fight.


Without decades of time, how could they gain the recognition of these outsiders, making them willing to risk their lives for the sake of their country and Bailuo?


With no foundation of national identity and sense of honor, how much effort will it take to establish these?


"We need people, but we can't just choose anyone, we have to cultivate them slowly."


The crops of Yatun offer a perfect breakthrough, finding those who lack food and clothing, and making them appreciate the beauty of Yatun, creating a sense of belonging here.


In doing so, the real People of Yatun will naturally become more and more numerous.


And with a sense of belonging, it will then be quite convenient to cultivate loyalty to Bailuo and subsequently select from among them those suited to wield the Miracle Power, the Miracle Troop Type.


"A battle with Sigurian is far better than clashing with Morgan right now."


Chapter 56: Lost Realm (Triple-Length Chapter, Seeking Recommendations)_3