Chapter 20

The oasis was buried by the yellow sand, and the former paradise was blocked by the sandstorm. The three kings who shared the power went their separate ways - the first one returned to the earth; the second one worked with the survivors of the paradise to build an ideal country; the third one embarked on a journey alone to bring rain to the plants in a corner of the desert.

"...I have never believed that there is a true utopia in the world." The huge temple was completed in the blink of an eye. Gilgamesh took the opportunity of the spirits entering the temple to observe the surroundings to communicate with Chaldea, "First of all, from the perspective of ordinary people--"

"The image of the ideal country is constantly changing." Fujimaru Ritsuka closed the notebook in his hand and glanced at Mashu beside him. "The existence of Mr. Galahad is a complete exception. In the early days of human civilization, people may just want to have enough to eat... and now, they want their own safety, material abundance, and spiritual and cultural needs that may not be met."

"If we don't consider countries, but look at the world as a whole - when our world ends, there will still be people who can't even get enough to eat."

"After all, human desires are constantly expanding." Gilgamesh looked at the distant horizon and coldly stated the facts to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Even if it is a Heroic Spirit, responding to the call of the Holy Grail War means having a wish - and a wish is just a kind of desire."

Fujimaru Ritsuka undeniably pulled out the exploration records of the anomalies and strange spots that New Chaldea had shared along with the Spiritual Base Atlas, and from it he found the records of the customs and social conditions of the third and fifth strange spots.

"From this perspective, the world before the intervention of New Chaldea in the Third Abnormal Zone is the world that best fits the concept of an ideal country." Fujimaru Ritsuka handed the document to Gilgamesh and read the contents of the document at a glance. "The people have low material desires and no spiritual and cultural needs..."

"Lord of Chaldea, you should know that I have never liked humans themselves." Gilgamesh flew to the top of the temple on his Vimana and looked down at the oasis that protected the temple in the center. "Only the products created by humans are worth seeing... The creations of that world are not worthy of my favor."

"Besides, even from the perspective of a king, how many people in the Throne of Heroes are willing to say that their country is their ideal country?"

"If we were to vote on this topic, I think only the king would say that Uruk is his ideal country, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka paused, his eyes flicking to the light dot on the map that represented Roman's location. "King Solomon would probably give up his power, and the others would also have some regrets about the country..."

"In fact, I never thought that Uruk was what I had imagined." The meteor streaked across the false night sky, but it did not divert Gilgamesh's attention. He continued to slowly tell the truth to the lord of Chaldea, "In the final analysis, I have no concept of the ideal Uruk 'country' at all—"

"You seem to be a diligent king after coming back from the underworld?" Gilgamesh sneered. "It's just that when I came back, I saw that Uruk was almost completely abandoned, and I remembered that it was not like this before I left. What Uruk can become depends entirely on the people of Uruk, and prosperity and decline are the destined trajectory of history."

Fujimaru Ritsuka: "It seems like the king is always very satisfied with Uruk...?"

“Fool—” Gilgamesh dragged out his voice helplessly, “The so-called ideal cannot be retreated. It can only get closer and closer, but it can’t be changed. As for Uruk… As long as the people of Uruk make it change, whether it is good or bad—I will just keep watching.”

"Well, it's time for you to go look after that coward."

On the other side of the desert, Roman put on the raincoat in his backpack and walked in the drizzle, gazing at the small forest he had just created.

"The mystery of this world is based on the existence of seven elements." Roman noticed that the control room switched the communication line to him and explained the steps of creating the rainforest to the control room. "Although there is no demon god who truly controls the power of the seven elements, the power of the demon gods to change the landscape comes from their control of their own power - the elemental force."

“I take it you’re saying that the non-humans of Teyvat are obviously closer to the seven elements than humans?” Marisbili entered the record into the file, watching Roman walk to the open space in the middle of the woods. “Just like compared to the primates living on the surface, the Phantasma living inside are always more compatible with magic?”

"It's a problem of communication efficiency." Roman stood still in the open space, looking down at the yellow sand under the green grass. "It's like the high-speed divine words can quickly activate large-scale magic, while the chants of magicians after the AD can only be carried out step by step - and can no longer even activate complete large-scale magic."

Marine: "So what are you going to do next?"

"The mechanism for controlling the weather must remain underground. This has been confirmed by the world consciousness." Roman wove magic and opened up a passage leading underground in front of him. "So unfortunately, your proposal for 'artificial rainfall' has been rejected. Artificial rainfall shells must at least be launched into the clouds to work."

Roman changed back into Solomon's appearance and stepped onto the transparent staircase that spiraled downward in front of him. He moved deeper into the earth under the moonlight, creating a suitable place for the mechanism that switched between sunny and rainy days.

"…Isn't this deeper than Atlas Court?"

The journey down was undoubtedly boring. Before Solomon reached the appropriate depth, it was already time for Chaldea to change shifts. Lansemero sat down in the seat that had previously belonged to Marisbili, scanned the depth measurement data, connected the communication, and expressed his feelings to Solomon deep underground.

"...Do you think this depth is appropriate?" Solomon stopped in mid-air, looking at the end of the passage below that had not been expanded, waiting for Lancermello's reply.

"I think it's almost done." Lansemero scanned some of the text records provided by the world consciousness, "but we still need to do some more protection. The Atlas Institute has sealed itself off for the purpose of protecting the world. And the miracle of calling rain may be helpful in the desert now, but when this place is no longer a desert in the future, and the rainfall is deliberately controlled and cannot be stopped..."

"The rain that once saved lives can also become a pest that takes lives." Solomon nodded, supplementing the student's unfinished words, and used magic to expand enough space underground. "In terms of depth, the world consciousness has not given a sufficient standard - He only said that it must be deeper than the resting place underground."

"That's enough." Lansemello confidently flipped through the records of the past exploration of the Seventh Anomaly and the Fifth Novel Zone. "Ereshkigal's underworld is underground; and Olympus' underworld is separated from the residential area by only a thin layer of metal - that place can even be roughly regarded as an underground passage of Olympus!!!"

Solomon smiled helplessly, raised his head and looked towards the entrance he had come from, looking at the thick yellow sand that was blocked by magic, as well as the green grass and the soft roots of new trees.

"It will take a long time to turn the yellow sand into fertile soil."

Solomon established a magic to communicate with the water element in the underground cavity, allowing the water to form a closed loop in the forest and no longer flow out. Then, the magic formula was fixed in the shape of a sphere and placed in the newly grown tree stump in the center of the cavity. It began to operate strictly according to the set program, bringing rain to the new forest.

As for whether to speed up the process of the forest evolving into a rainforest or just stand by and watch, Chaldea had already received Solomon's decision - so everyone in the control room just watched Solomon step onto the transparent spiral staircase again, return to the ground, and then use magic to seal the rain-calling magic underground, hiding the passage leading to the underground.

Solomon sat down directly under the tree at the edge of the clearing. The rain curtain was blocked in the sky by the raincoat and leaves, and only a few fell beside him - the fine rain fell on the leaves, bringing a rustling sound.

"I remember that world consciousness said that the switch that can call for rain in the future is a certain piece of music?" Lansemero held up his head and reviewed the exploration records left by the previous batch of staff on duty. "Ah, it's the tune that has been passed down by the followers of the God of Grass and Trees - the miracle of calling for rain brings the water of life and turns the desert into a rainforest..."

"We are still a long way from such a future." Solomon laughed. "Besides, the current forest is not even enough to meet the water level of a rainforest flood season. Even trees will be drowned by too much water. However, what we can do now is... to rebuild the stream network on the ground."

Rainwater moistens the yellow sand, making the dust that could be easily blown away by the wind become heavy and remain on the ground to provide space for new trees to bury their roots deeply - and as time goes by, the yellow sand will always become fertile soil, and the lifeless yellow will eventually be covered by the vibrant green.

"But, is it a tune that calls for rain...?" Solomon sighed and looked at the empty space deep inside where the miracle was buried. The drizzle had already covered the slightly sunken area around it with a thin layer of clear water, which was slowly flowing along the pre-designed water network. "Let's not talk about whether it is a tune created spontaneously by the creatures of the clan, just talking about the music alone - that's not my area of ​​expertise, you know?"

“Ah, should we ask for help from others?” Lanser-Melo pulled out the list of spiritual bases and drew red circles on the names of several musicians and the God of Music. “Now that we have established a connection with Teyvat, and the world consciousness has promised to be responsible for all magic power loss during our mission - if necessary, we can call all these guys out at once, right?”

"Forget about it if it's that level." Solomon shook his head and took out the gem with recording magic from the bag beside him. "Besides, although it's a melody, it's actually just the effect of a magic spell. It's just a switch. It doesn't matter what it looks like."

"…Since it is used to initiate the miracle of calling for rain, why not use the sound of rain as the tune for calling for rain?"