Many of Clan Leaders more than just accepted Dyon’s words, they felt greatly gratified.
Because of the fact becoming a lofty 9th Tier Clan that ruled over an entire universe was too grand for them to imagine as things stood now, they felt themselves to mostly be the “little guy” in Dyon’s examples. Seeing that he was protecting them, they only felt more guilty about their previous actions.
Dyon hadn’t been wrong, he gave them all avenues for improvent, but they all but spit in his face. They were far too used to a martial world that trampled and forgot the weak.
Of course, this sort of victim ntality wasn’t sothing Dyon was willing to forgive without punishnt. Those here did their fair share of perpetuating the unfairness. But, he would be lenient on them this single ti.
“Speaking of the matter of Clans, I’ll also be implenting a system that controls how a person’s rit points can be allocated and what Clans they choose to be affiliated with.
“From the very beginning, when a youth is born, they will be registered as a citizen of our Mortal Alliance.”
Dyon chose the title Mortal Alliance for now since he wasn’t yet ready to establish a Kingdom. If he nad himself King, he would be far more restricted than he was now. In such a case, he wouldn’t be able to do many of the things he wanted first. So, he held off for now.
“This registration cos in a few parts. The first is a Soul Tag. This Soul Tag is uniquely tailored to an individual and is impossible to fake.”
These words of Dyon’s weren’t entirely true. Theoretically, if soone with greater soul path comprehension than himself studied these Soul Tags for an adequate amount of ti, it would be possible to replicate and even fake them.
However, there were too many obstacles to this. First of all, finding soone who could match the [Dao of Array Alchemy] in comprehension was near impossible. This Soul Tag was a concept Dyon glead from it, which made it a di a dozen in the martial world.
Secondly, Dyon was a Planet Lord with the comprehension of a Moon Lord. No one within the tower quadrants could match him. Only so lofty individual from the outer quadrants might be able to. But, considering it took a minimum of ten years to travel from one universe to another even within this cluster of tower quadrants, one could imagine how long it would take to co here from the outer quadrants.
One might wonder, then, how Lilith and the other Devil Cultivators got here while still so young. And the answer to that lies within the planet grade teleportation formations Soul Rending Peak ancestors left behind. After doing so much business here, of course the Devil Cultivators would take one for themselves for the sake of convenience.
Unfortunately for them, that formation was now useless since Dyon cut off the connection.
This aside, Dyon’s Soul Tag was impossible to replicate as far as those here were concerned.
Though, hearing about this Soul Tag, those in attendance felt apprehensive. A Soul Tag? They had to be tagged like animals? Wasn’t that too…
“While the Soul Tag has a crude na, its uses are very benign.” Dyon spoke, reading their minds.
“A Soul Tag can 1) Identify a person, 2) act as an entry pass to freely enter and leave this universe, 3) it acts as a calculator of rit points and a policer of the legitimacy of those rit points, 4) it can track your location and 5) it ties you to up to two Clans.”
“Isn’t that a bit too… Invasive…?” One of the Clan Leaders couldn’t help but ask.
Maybe acting as an identity and a pass was fine, but the re act of calculating rit points ans that the tags are capable of monitoring you. This is only made worse after knowing it can track location as well.
Dyon nodded, understand their points of view.
“It may seem so, but once you understand how it works, it’s actually not very invasive at all.
“The location tracker is a feature that is only activated in case an individual commits an irredeemable cri and is also sothing only the Clan of the individual controls. I will not have access to this information.
“If I should want access to this, the burden of proof will be on my shoulders to prove that it is necessary.
“In addition, there will be regulations on individual Clans in utilizing this information as well. The formation that needs to be used can only be activated by a Cot Lord, of which, as things stand now, we only have two. One of which is , and the other of which is my wife.
“For now, if you want to track an individual, you can only ask one of the two of us. In that case, you will need to provide proof of why you need to access such information.
“I know what you’re all thinking.” Dyon said after a pause. “With the power in my hands, and with none of you having such expertise, it’s impossible for you to know whether or not I abuse this power. But, this is why the Soul Tag alerts its owner of the fact he or she is being tracked once it occurs, this in turn also alerts the Clan.”
Though this explanation wasn’t airtight, the Clan Leaders could only accept it.
This plan of Dyon’s had another layer hidden within it as well… ‘You want the right to know whether I’m cheating you or not, right? Then produce Cot Lords for yourselves!’
Only when his subordinates were fueled with the desire to gain strength for themselves could Dyon’s dreams be accomplished.
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