Hypocrisy
'Now that's what I call Aura farming.' Christopher sighed as he decided to stop watching the siege happening on the first fortress.
Even though none of his subordinates were handling their sects with their true bodies, that didn't an they weren't managing them properly. Far from it.
Each sect had what it was good at, which was why they had their separate distinctions.
Raya was part of Kim's sect where all the mbers specialized in speed. And due to the talent she displayed, she gained the distinction of an 'asset'. Which was a fancy way of saying soone was talented enough to be protected and nurtured greatly.
Just like her sect master, Raya was amazingly fast, probably one of the fastest among the soldiers of her level.
That said, there was no clear chart on who triumphed in certain categories, so Christopher didn't know just how significant that was.
'Hm, should probably make sothing that allows people to test and grade themselves. That would be fun.' He mused.
Regardless, his subordinates handled their sects well and did their best to train their mbers to embody the things their sects represented. And that wasn't all either.
Christopher created a rit system for his soldiers which allowed them to access the library and the extensive knowledge within. So in that case, what could the sects provide besides distinguishing the different attributes people had?
Well, the sects were more than that. They also offered a structured path of growth for the inhabitants of the Primordial Expanse, as well as ntorship and identity. Yes, the Haven of the Enlightened gave them access to books that allowed instant comprehension of their contents, but that didn't guarantee mastery. After all, the only reason why Christopher could so calmly use everything he learns is because he has the ans at his disposal to use everything. The others aren't the sa.
The sects ensure that, besides adding structure, promising individuals are guided by those who have progressed on the path of power, allowing them to truly assimilate and refine their techniques to what is unique to them, and not rely copy and paste. This would allow them more room for growth.
Moreover, the sects help cultivate a sense of belonging, competition, and even pride. Being a part of a sect transcends being a part of the military or so other significant organization within the Primordial Expanse. It ans being a part of a place that's filled with all sorts of people and beings, giving one comrades to push them forward, rivals to overtake, and leaders to teach and refine their strengths.
It's an environnt where potential is honed into true power, making it so that those who rise do so not just because they have access to the knowledge the library offers, but because they have the discipline, guidance, and will to apply it.
In the end, the sects aren't just about making people stronger, it's also about making them deserve that strength.
A pri example of sothing like this would be Kim.
Before eting Christopher, she had no practical combat experience or mastery over magic. But when Christopher allowed her to get stronger, she didn't just sit around and wait for the Dinsion to upgrade itself again and then throw out attacks haphazardly to win battles.
No, she learned. She trained with the others, and when the Library beca available, she learned and trained so more.
When true experts at battles joined their cohort, such as Belladonna, she sparred nurous tis and learned to apply everything she had learned. Turning her speed into sothing else other than simply moving super fast.
She had the grace to beco stronger through having people around her who could help nudge her in the right direction and the will and discipline to increase her mastery over the elents she wielded. And now that she had beco a sect leader, she made sure to extend the sa grace to the mbers of her sect.
And the sa thing applied to the rest of the cohort. Whether they had no practical experience from the beginning like the twins, to beings that had fought countless battles throughout their lives like Lenax, none of them wasted the opportunity Christopher had given them and made themselves into beings deserving of the gift he had given them.
So they committed to making sure their mbers were deserving of the sa gift as well, as well as giving them comrades and a place where they could belong and feel proud of.
That was the essence of the sects, and that's why Christopher created them in the first place.
Even though every being that was a part of the Primordial Expanse was loyal to him, they hardly knew him, and many people's loyalty was built on the Dinsion's abilities.
By allowing the sects to form and flourish, he was creating an environnt where individuals could forge their own identities, earn their place through rit, and form bonds with like-minded comrades. Each sect operates on its own culture, traditions, and hierarchy, but they all share a singular truth. Christopher is the reason they have the opportunity to rise.
Through their training, their battles, and their growth, their loyalty is tested and then solidified. Not through compulsion, but through genuine respect, admiration, and belief in his leadership.
In a way, Christopher isn't leading a group of mindless drones, but people whose faith in him is their own choice.
'A strange thing isn't it?' Norn spoke softly and Christopher didn't react. He hadn't bothered to hide his thoughts from her or Scarlet. Or even Aisha.
'You feel so strongly about breeding true loyalty among your followers. But at the sa ti, you feel like a hypocrite because whether or not you like it, many of them are following you against their will, and the actions you are taking are just to make yourself feel better, but it's making you feel worse in more ways that one.' Hearing this, Christopher fell silent for a mont, his gaze drifting as Norn's words settled in. He doesn't deny it. How could he?
He always took pride in giving his people the ans to grow and thrive, the freedom to forge their own paths within his Dinsion. But no matter how much autonomy he granted, the undeniable truth remained. Many never chose to follow him. They were here because of his power, because his Dinsion took them in, reshaped them, and bound them to its will.
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His attempts to foster true loyalty were, at their core, an attempt to overwrite that reality. But could sothing truly be called loyalty if it was created as a counterasure to his own guilt?
Norn wasn't trying to scold him. She was simply voicing what he already knew.
Christopher exhaled, the weight of the thought pressing down on him.
"Yeah... I know." Then again, he didn't let it bother him too much. Christopher isn't the type to wallow in self-pity. He did that already. Instead of letting it eat at him, he chooses to act.
He understands that no matter how much power he holds, he cannot force genuine devotion among everyone. The solution isn't to erase the influence of his Dinsion. He IS the Dinsion after all. Instead, it's to create a world where people WANT to follow him. Not just because they are bound to him, but because they believe in him.
That's why he was taking the approach he was taking. For starters, he wanted to earn their loyalty, not expect it. He acts as a leader they can respect, rather than one they must obey. He listens more, pays attention and involves himself in decisions that affect them, and ensures that their voices matter.
Moreover, he shifts his focus from making the Dinsion simply a place of power and protection to sothing more. A civilization. A culture. A ho. One where people don't just survive and grow strong, but live and thrive.
However, even with all these changes, Christopher had no illusion that doubts would remain. But he hoped that with ti, they stay not because they have to, but because they want to. And that hopefully, his changes would be enough.
But if not, well, he'd just keep going as is. After all, he isn't suddenly gonna beco a Tyrant just because he feels like he's being a hypocrite. Even if he feels that way, he still feels happy seeing his people progress.
They automatically beca his responsibility the mont they ca under his wing, and he sure as hell would do everything he could to make them feel like they could be here without being forced.
'I don't really care about all of that Master. I'm just happy to be here.' Scarlet said with a tone that fully supported his words.
'Mm, I feel like you're doing okay as is, Master.' Norn chid in and Christopher smiled under his mask.
'Thanks guys.' He replied earnestly.
It felt good honestly.
Sure he was feeling a bit guilty, but as opposed to what he was doing before he transmigrated, he felt much more fulfilled. That said what he was doing now and what he was doing then couldn't be compared in any way, shape, or form.
Still, that thought made his mind wander back to Joan...
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