Nearly three hundred years have passed since the El Empire completed the transmutation of its territory and realized Edward's dream of a perfect kingdom.
For the El Empire, having achieved something beyond human capabilities, their development did not stagnate.
In terms of science and technology, over the past three hundred years, there have been new technological breakthroughs, new energy discoveries, the completion of nuclear fusion, and interstellar travel tests...
One new thing after another was created, to the point that even the old folks who used to challenge the world alongside Edward felt that the times were changing too fast.
In the past, war machines like the Titans required alchemists to use their mental power to control them. Now, thanks to new energy sources, AI, and technological optimizations, even ordinary people who have never learned to drive can theoretically give it a try.
War machines like Titans are no longer the sole criterion for judging a Supreme Alchemist.
The alchemists who achieved these accomplishments—controlled nuclear fusion, research into new crops, and the development of space technology—also received the title of Supreme Alchemist.
For them, procreation is not a problem. As long as both parties remove their own soul fragments from their cells, they can combine to give birth to a newborn.
"Time flies so fast these days. Even I never imagined our country would change like this, did I?"
“Father, you are right.”
Edward sat in his chair, looking at the plans for launching the space station and terraforming alien ecosystems.
Standing beside him was his eldest son, Raul, his and Alice's offspring, who had been the crown prince for over two hundred years.
"One planet is no longer enough to support us, but this is still our home planet, our place of origin."
When exploring extraterrestrial sites, remember to pay attention to collecting biological samples; every life form has its own unique characteristics.
"Don't worry, Father. Those who can join the space exploration team are all people who love life."
"Yes, I know..."
For hundreds of years, their internal ideological education has never stopped.
Edward did not want their future to be a purely war-torn world centered on destruction.
When there is sufficient power, peace and friendship can ensure that civilization does not go to extremes.
Within the empire, diverse ideologies converge, making the El Empire a remarkably open and free nation.
Of course, it's still not allowed to self-destruct and turn yourself into pieces in public, as it could easily leave psychological trauma on passersby.
The Empire has also developed three entirely new planets, one of which has already seen the emergence of basic animals, and these will become their colony worlds.
“Raul, I feel it’s about time. My final alchemical work, my greatest work.”
He rose from his throne and glanced at the world outside.
Towering buildings reaching into the clouds, vehicles moving about in an orderly fashion suspended in mid-air—perhaps describing this place as cyberpunk would be a bit of an understatement.
"Do you see this? This is our future..."
Edward remembered that there seemed to be no alchemists left from his time.
The emperor became the retired emperor in the second year after the establishment of the perfect kingdom and went on to travel around the world.
Alice, the maid who had always been by his side, became his wife.
Alchemists like Karen and Zanya continue their experiments in the realms of soul and energy.
Aside from Karen, who researched nuclear fission and observed from the front lines, only to blow herself up, the other old friends all felt they were tired of living, had achieved their goals and dreams, and closed their eyes in emptiness.
Before leaving, they recorded their knowledge, decomposed their bodies, transformed their life force into a highly concentrated polymer, and their souls dissipated.
"Because of the conflict between the values and life standards of the past and the ideal life, which led to the end of thought, the new era accepts a different kind of education, belonging to the so-called immortal species."
"Never mind, that has nothing to do with me. I only have one goal today: to complete my ideal work, the Gate of Truth."
Edward had been pondering a question: how could he ensure that his perfect kingdom could survive for as long as possible?
Even if there is stagnation or even regression, as long as they are willing and want to restore their glory, they will not end up in an abstract situation where technology relies on archaeology.
The Gate of Truth—that was the answer he imagined.
"Our existence is not just about life and soul; I have also discovered something else special."
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