Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God Chapter 456

Three minutes had passed, and Zalanda’s voice resonated once more, "This memory film named ’Pioneer’ will continue to be played in our city, bringing joy to many more people. Given our dense population and the overconcentration of residents, unnecessary troubles may arise.

Next, we will adopt the method of playing the film once a day in the suburban squares to the east, west, south, and north of the city, and tomorrow we will announce the corresponding playtimes and order.

I hope everyone will participate in only one of these, as we will be playing it daily for the next ten days."

The response from the premiere of ’Pioneer’ exceeded Zalanda’s imagination. This was just the first screening; many of Darama’s citizens were unaware of it.

After fermenting for one more day, the memory film will become known and understood by everyone in Darama.

If we were to show three consecutive screenings in one square, the surging crowd would burst the place.

The simplest method is to disperse the crowd.

Distance is the best weapon.

After watching the screening in the east of the city, it would be too late to go to the west.

One can only wait for another screening in the south or north of the city.

As to how to arrange it, we need careful deliberation tomorrow.

The strategy involved here is no less than that of a battle.

Without waiting for a reaction from the citizens of Darama, Zalanda continued, "Regarding Darama’s predicament, I believe everyone is already aware. We are trying to find a way out and encouraging all residents to save themselves. Now, we have formulated a core strategy encouraging a part of the population to immigrate.

Migrate to the Valley, land newly opened up in the Battle Valley by Baron Gaven.

This is not fleeing, nor is it abandonment, but rather a sacrifice made on behalf of those who stay behind.

Because traveling thousands of miles to an unfamiliar territory requires great courage, and there will be countless dangers waiting for you along the way.

But I believe, as long as we work together with one heart, we can overcome all difficulties.

As long as we stand united, the thousands of kilometers of migration will become a smooth path.

Because we are the Tesser People, we possess indomitable spirit.

Because we are Darama People, we fear nothing.

We will build new cities in the new territories."

"We are Tesser People, we are indomitable."

"We are Darama People, we fear nothing."

Guided by some determined individuals, the two slogans echoed through the entire eastern suburban square, inspiring countless people to boil with passion.

After the subtle shift in concept by Zalanda, the nature of the migration to the Valley had completely changed.

They were not refugees but pioneers willing to take responsibility and make sacrifices.

Those who had these intentions suddenly felt justified.

Those who were still undecided completely leaned toward the option of migration, their hesitation largely due to being unable to overcome their own psychological barriers.

Even those who did not initially have this intention were spurred into action, mostly young people.

At one side, Gaven was thoroughly impressed, acknowledging that Zalada far surpassed him in understanding of human hearts.

Her success was no fluke; his earlier gifting of books was merely adding fuel to the fire, and he had much to learn from her.

After the crowd had digested the news a bit, Zalanda continued, "Tomorrow, the immigration work will officially begin. We will set up a registration spot at each of the four city gates.

Those willing to immigrate, please register voluntarily.

We will conduct a preliminary screening.

Considering that it involves certain dangers and hardships.

Those above sixty years of age and children under ten will not be included in this round of immigration.

Families with the intention to migrate can send their young and strong to the new territory to establish a new home, and subsequently, relocate their families there.

Please trust me, I will take good care of your families.

Later, we will look for more convenient and safer methods of immigration, to ensure that you can be reunited with your family in the new territory."

Setting aside how the Darama citizens below were responding.

Gaven on the side was giving Zalada another round of mental applause.

Indeed, she was his Zalanda big sister, truly thoughtful of the people’s well-being, carrying the concept of sincere cooperation to its pinnacle.

This plan not only enhanced the safety of the Tesser Immigrants and reduced unnecessary casualties.

For Gaven, it was also very beneficial, as those who would first migrate to his territory would be a group of able-bodied young people, facilitating the launch of his grand construction.

However, at the same time, Zalanda’s pressure greatly increased, for those left behind in Darama would be the elderly, weak, and disabled.

"Now, please allow our Baron Gaven to say a few words." After announcing a series of decisions, Zalanda pushed Gaven to the forefront.

Of course, Gaven would not refuse Zalada’s favor, driving the Half-Moon Colt forward and wearing his Combat Armor, attracting all eyes on the square with his solemn demeanor, and he declared, "Lord Zalanda’s promise is also my promise.

I will treat all immigrants as my own lieges."

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"I will lead you to build a city of our own in the valley with our hands."

"As long as you do not fail me, I will never let you down."

Rumbling applause once again filled the square.

Gaven’s speech was short, but the promises made were not to be taken lightly.

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But to actually achieve this is exceedingly difficult, especially for a Lord to ensure the entirety of his domain and lieges are taken care of in such a manner.

Especially in Thacel, those warlords only know how to take from their people and care nothing for their welfare.

"All banquets must come to an end, and it’s getting late, so let’s call it a day. Next, please leave the venue in an orderly manner and follow the directions of the on-site coordinators," Zalanda concluded the premiere of tonight’s memory film with a satisfying full stop.

The Darama people demonstrated their superior military discipline, despite most of them being civilians.

Most had undergone militia training, even though they hadn’t adopted the idea that following orders was their sacred duty.

But when it came to obedience, they were quite strong,

especially with Regular Army personnel present to arrange and direct.

Though the numbers were large, the dispersion was utterly orderly, ensuring no joyous occasion turned into a calamity.

Having gained experience from tonight, Zalanda would make even more meticulous arrangements and organization in the future.

Just like a midsummer night among the fairies of the Three Rivers Region, any banquet or assembly with a significant number of attendees could draw not just the intelligent beings themselves but also other uninvited guests.

And particularly for Felen’s first memory film, such a cross-era item, debuting in such a brilliant manner, was naturally going to attract the attention of the relevant True Gods.

The attention drawn was not just from one deity.

The one cloaked in invisibility, floating to the east, had golden short hair and a uniquely androgynous beauty, holding a quaint harp and plucking at it continuously, repeating the background music of the pioneers’ work. Judging by his skilled performance, this was certainly not his first rendition.

Indeed, as soon as the pioneer film started playing, he had appeared here and accompanied it from beginning to end with his music.

This was none other than the God of Singing, Miliel, who had had formal contact with Gaven not long ago.

To the west, there was one who exemplified vitality; from the moment of her descent, she had not been still. Dancing in the air upon a thin cloud, her movements were graceful and full of vitality, her light gown shifting styles with her dance: at times a long evening dress, at others a chic skirt, or even trousers brimming with androgyny, and sometimes it would transform into a long sheer fabric that teased the outline of her alluring figure.

Her dance moves were too graceful, her figure too enchanting, capturing the majority of people’s attention to the point where they scarcely had time to appraise her face.

She was no mere illusion from behind, and when eyes landed upon her face, there was no disappointment; there was a feeling that it was just as it should be. She had long hair that almost touched the ground, black and straight, spreading out, dancing along with her movements.

The most attention-grabbing feature on her face wasn’t her looks but her smile—a smile of genuine, carefree happiness, highly contagious. When beholders saw this smile, they would involuntarily become cheerful as well.

In Felen, there was only one person with such unique charm, our Lady of Joy, Lyralla, also known as the Messenger of Joy, Madam Merriment, Ambassador of Bliss—possessing a series of divine offices including joy, happiness, dance, festival ceremonies, and freedom.

Since The Year of Upheaval started last year, with the disappearance of Woken, Goddess of Wealth and as her close friend, Lyralla had also become the keeper of the corresponding divine offices of wealth, trade, and currency. Many fair-weather followers of the merchants began praying to her and gaining the corresponding priestly abilities. Her influence was rapidly increasing, especially in the trade-dense regions of Amu and Sambia.

At the Fairy Midsummer Night’s banquet, her incarnation also descended, although at that time, unlike the King of Song who had ulterior motives, she was just focused on the joy of the feast and did not appear before Gaven.

Whether it was the Fairy Midsummer Night or the Pioneer’s premiere, both were a huge success, inseparable from their appearances, as their incarnations further strengthened and evoked the atmosphere related to their divine offices.

Naturally, ordinary people could not see them, but Gaven and Zalanda could.

Of course, this was intentional on the part of the two God Incarnations.

After handling their secular affairs, Gaven and Zalanda hurriedly ascended to fly towards the two God Incarnations.

When they arrived, the two deities who claimed to be the closest of friends were in the middle of a fierce argument, and even in their dispute, it was as if they were performing a unique symphony.

"This is a special traveling song and dance drama, as it contains both a story and music. It’s only natural to classify it under the divine offices related to poetry and song," the King of Song stated in his melodic voice.

"My friend, your perennial narrow-mindedness persists. Why must everything be confined within the existing stipulations? Can you not admit that this is a new form that blends story and song, surpassing the ordinary opera? Even the grandest of opera houses merely accommodate a thousand spectators and are limited by the number of performances the actors can give in a day, but these memory films have no such limits—they can be screened in a loop all day, every day.

How much joy will they bring to many people? How many gatherings will they create?

Do not forget that these things can be replicated and can continuously generate innovation.

I believe it won’t be long before this brand-new form of entertainment can be seen in every major city across the continent," Lyralla’s voice was as sweet as her appearance.

However, there was an obvious playful tone in her voice.

Although she was discussing matters of grave seriousness, it seemed somewhat light-hearted when it came to her.

The King of Song, her long-time close friend, was already used to this, as it was an extension of influence from the divine office and godhood.

The gods can be seen as the possessors of godhood, the holders of divine offices.

Conversely, they can also be seen as vessels of godhood, the chosen ones of divine offices.

The stronger the godhood one possesses, the more severe this condition becomes. These two only possess Minor Divine Power, so their symptoms are relatively lighter. But for those with Strong Divine Power, the symptoms are much more intense.

As for the God of Gods, that’s the incarnation of Law, the grand Will of the Multiverse.