Chapter 325:
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King Supayaen was a legend in Nagalier—a tale not particularly entertaining but undeniably captivating. Traces of this king appeared in many historical texts and even mythological stories, often cast in a negative light. For instance, in the Boguyalan Scriptures, a sacred text of Nagalier's indigenous religion, Supayaen was described as having "square pupils with horns that grew longer by a fraction each ti he killed soone."
In nurous accounts, Supayaen was portrayed as a dictator, a tyrant, an incarnation of evil, or even a harbinger of apocalyptic destruction. He symbolized brutality and devastation. Many historians, both within and outside Nagalier, doubted his existence. After all, no physical evidence—no palaces, ruins, or artifacts—had ever been discovered to substantiate his reign. Only scattered manuscripts and religious narratives ntioned him, leading so to believe he might have been a fictional figure fabricated by the ruling class for political purposes.
However, others argued that such extensive docuntation couldn't exist without so basis in reality. Why would so many records describe a person who never existed? This debate persisted, even among Nagalier's ruling elite, who secretly sought proof of Supayaen's existence—all driven by one tantalizing legend.
According to the myth, Supayaen ruled an empire far larger than modern-day Nagalier, conquering neighboring nations and establishing the greatest dynasty the region had ever seen. So accounts depicted him as follows: "Supayaen adored gold and gemstones. To demonstrate his divine authority, he ordered roads paved with gold, nights adorned with jewels and flas, and forbade even the darkest nights from falling upon his capital. Eternal daylight reigned."
Aside from his notorious cruelty, another defining trait attributed to Supayaen was imnse wealth. Dubious chronicles claid he controlled a mystical river where gold bricks floated like fish. He supposedly possessed the world's largest treasure trove, making him the wealthiest man alive.
Each year, Provincial Governors, High Priests, and even the central governnt devoted resources to searching for remnants of Supayaen's dynasty. Their goal? To uncover mountains of gold and gemstones that could solidify their power—or pave the way for unifying all of Nagalier under their rule.
Such myth-laden legends fascinated people, and a small group within the Baylor Federation knew of this brutal monarch. When Lynch unveiled the ancient parchnt, gasps erupted from those familiar with the tale. These knowledgeable spectators quickly explained Supayaen's significance to the bewildered crowd. Soon, everyone—including journalists—understood what the parchnt represented.
Of course, these erudite onlookers had no direct connection to Lynch nor any vested interest in his sches. What followed, however, was an even greater sensation: Lynch hinted they might use the parchnt to pinpoint the exact location of Supayaen's lost dynasty.
To bolster credibility, he invited geologists and archaeologists to address the audience. They theorized that Nagalier once had mountains—now vanished due to tectonic activity—which explained why many myths seed implausible. Using geological data, they deduced that if Supayaen truly existed, his capital likely lay deep within Nagalier's untouched rainforests.
Anyone maintaining a shred of rationality would notice how ticulously prepared these experts were. They accounted for tectonic shifts, tsunamis obliterating landmarks, and confidently pinpointed a plausible location. Such precision eluded even official researchers and international scholars. Yet here they were, speaking with unwavering certainty—as though digging at their proposed site would yield gold instantly.
That evening, nearly every television station broadcast the exhibition. The massive tusks, the leopard-lion hybrid, Severella's luxurious coat made from its fur, and the legend of King Supayaen captivated viewers. People were enthralled by the story. Open borders and cultural exchange brought unfamiliar concepts, and lacking tools to discern truth from fiction, they embraced the narrative enthusiastically.
Amateur historians and organizations began studying Nagalier's past, sparking a societal trend—a feverish obsession with exploration and the promise of untold riches.
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"I heard you purchased six hundred thousand worth of gold bars from GoldenExchange Bank…" Mr. Truman casually revealed the information he'd gathered. "Looks like you're planning sothing big."
Small actions often went unnoticed, but larger ones inevitably drew attention. Lynch, enjoying his leisurely afternoon tea, nodded without hesitation. His plans were nearing completion. Waldric's influence had swayed key individuals into adopting a neutral stance, which was all Lynch needed.
Now it was Truman's turn. He had to convince the President to establish diplomatic relations with Nagalier, allowing civilians unrestricted access. This ant more people—ordinary citizens, adventurers, not just investors—could enter Nagalier. Establishing diplomacy wasn't simple; it affected the Federation's international standing. Thus, Truman needed final confirmation: Would this benefit the Federation?
They agreed to et one afternoon to discuss matters. Truman began by addressing Lynch's recent activities. "You've bought a significant amount of gold bars—an unusual move."
Lynch didn't evade the question. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a slightly… aged coin, and slid it across the table. "It's true," he said matter-of-factly.
Truman studied Lynch briefly before turning his gaze to the coin. Picking it up, he felt its weighty heft. Despite its worn appearance, the gold retained its density. The coin was crudely crafted, bearing faded imprints obscured by grease and rust-like stains. It looked convincingly ancient.
"This is a replica based on descriptions I found, designed by historians to resemble coins potentially used during Supayaen's dynasty. What do you think?" Lynch asked.
Truman raised an eyebrow. "It's fake?"
Lynch nodded. "A sample."
Truman examined the coin again, impressed by Lynch's speed. He hadn't expected preparations so soon. "Not pure gold?"
Lynch sipped his tea, savoring a salty pastry. "During that era, refining pure gold wasn't possible. These are gold alloys mixed with silver and other tals. It reduces production costs."
He spoke openly about forgery, unbothered by ethical concerns or concealing his motives. Truman marveled at Lynch's audacity. Most would wait until results materialized, but Lynch acted preemptively—a gambler unafraid to take risks.
"I can present this to the President, but there's a problem," Truman said, returning the coin. His expression turned serious. "The nation isn't a tool for capitalists or individuals. Everything we do serves the country and its citizens. As private individuals, we may act selfishly, but now we must consider everyone. Convince , Lynch."
Lynch finished his pastry, took a sip of tea, and exhaled contentedly. Truman found his nonchalance amusing—they were discussing the future of nations, yet Lynch appeared unfazed.
Finally, Lynch posed a direct question: "Mr. Truman, do you believe another world war, one affecting the entire globe, will occur?"
Truman answered imdiately. "Yes, undoubtedly."
"Why?" Lynch pressed, almost interrupting.
Before Truman could respond, Lynch answered his own question. "Because this current war resembles nothing more than a gang fight. No knives were drawn, injuries weren't severe enough to instill fear. They lost, got beaten badly, but they aren't afraid. They'll regroup, bide their ti, and strike again when they feel ready."
"A second world war is inevitable. Ten, fifteen years—twenty at most."
"Mr. Truman, is the Federation prepared for the next global conflict?"
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