The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1355

Chapter 1355: Controlling both the light and the darkness Chapter 1355: Controlling both the light and the darkness “What do you see, Minxet?” The Scarlet King’s voice cut through the silence.

After all the revelations and confessions, Minxet stood there, his mind still reeling from the truths he had just witnessed.

He was transfixed by the holographic projection floating in the air.

Slowly, he tore his gaze away from the projection and looked at the young Scarlet King.

Minxet took a moment to collect himself before answering.

When he finally spoke, his voice was solemn and deeply troubled, each word carefully weighed.

“Mayhem, chaos, stupidity, and hypocrisy,” he said, his tone heavy.

“They deny your vision in order to hate each other, yet they are willing to work together despite their mutual loathing.

Their mentality is so twisted that they do not even know themselves.

They are dangerous and cannot be allowed to keep raging unchecked.” Cain studied Minxet silently, absorbing the prime minister’s assessment.

The Scarlet King’s expression was thoughtful as he turned to Razputin.

“And what about you?” Cain asked Razputin calmly, his voice carrying curiosity.

Razputin adopted a solemn expression at the question.

After a moment of reflection, coldness entered his eyes.

“I agree with Minxet,” Razputin said softly.

“These are a disease that must be eliminated.” For a brief instant, one might expect the Scarlet King to nod and order the immediate destruction of these rebels.

Yet, Cain only shook his head softly as he regarded Razputin’s answer.

“All kingdoms that offer a new ideology and a new way of seeing things will face rebellion,” he said, his voice steady and calm.

“There will always be a force that rejects the new vision of the world and remains locked in old ways.

I asked you, Razputin, to form that rebellious organization before I entered my deep slumber, as I wanted to gather these people.” Minxet’s eyes narrowed, and Razputin’s posture straightened.

Both listened intently.

Razputin believed it was to gather them in one place for an easy purge, but now even that assumption seemed too simple given the Scarlet King’s cunning.

“It would be easy for me to kill all of them,” Cain continued.

“I could summon the power of Aether and destroy their souls in a single strike.

But that would be a mistake.” Minxet and Razputin exchanged glances.

Cain’s gaze shifted between them, ensuring he had their full attention before continuing.

“They represent an idea,” Cain explained.

“While I can kill the host, killing the idea is much harder.

If I kill this group now, nothing will prevent more from arising in the future, and they will be more cautious, hiding better.

They would adapt and become harder to control.” Cain allowed his words to sink in, turning back to the projection that still hovered above them.

The crowd, filled with hatred and bigotry, had joined forces against the Scarlet King’s vision.

It was a paradoxical unity forged in resentment.

“What I see in that picture,” Cain said, his voice quiet and reflective, “is a horse.

A wild force, rebellious and eager to run rampant and shatter everything in its path.

I cannot simply kill it, but I can guide it in the right way.

Take control over it, and make sure that the damage it does is minimal.” Minxet and Razputin’s eyes widened as they began to understand the depth of Cain’s strategy.  “I cannot stop people from hating and loathing my way of seeing the world,” Cain continued.

“Those who despise my reign will search for ways to act against it.

They will join such rebellious organizations where they believe they can truly challenge me.

But they do not know that they go exactly where I want them to.

They will march like horses on a road that I built.

I can use them to handle obstacles to progress, motivate my forces, or even serve as training tools.

The uses for this secret organization are plentiful.” As the magnitude of Cain’s plan dawned on them, Minxet and Razputin could not help but gaze at the Scarlet King with a mixture of respect, awe, and a hint of trepidation.

He was shaping the political and ideological landscape of Aether like a master craftsman.

By controlling both the light and the darkness, Cain ensured stability and prevented uncontrolled uprisings from destabilizing his rule.

Any discordant elements would unknowingly gather under his hidden guidance; their actions choreographed and contained.

All their political cunning and psychological insight seemed pedestrian compared to the Scarlet King’s grand tapestry of schemes.

He was not simply reacting to threats; he was orchestrating them, turning potential chaos into a resource.

The shock and awe in the eyes of Minxet and Razputin spoke volumes.

The Scarlet King settled back into his throne.

Then he turned his focus to the Prime Minister of the Godslayer Humankind Empire and spoke softly: “Minxet, you will keep ‘looking’ for the secret organization.

Right now, the only thing you know is that they exist, but nothing more-not their members or their goals.

You will find nothing concrete, and all your leads will fail, but after a few years, things will change.” At this point, Cain turned to Razputin.

“The secret organization will eventually make a mistake and engage in a skirmish, giving Aether its first true sight of the Dark Army.” Minxet and Razputin’s eyes narrowed at this detail.

It suggested a long-term game, one where public exposure of the Dark Army would occur under Cain’s careful scripting.

By controlling the timing of their reveal, Cain could manage public perception, reinforcing his own legitimacy as he expanded influence into the Nine Empyrean Sun Universe.

A carefully staged ‘threat’ would rally support behind him, justify certain measures, and strengthen Aether’s unity in the face of a common enemy-a common enemy that Cain himself had cultivated and positioned.

Razputin bowed his head respectfully, acknowledging Cain’s instructions.

Minxet did the same, swallowing his astonishment and replacing it with resolve.

They understood their roles in this elaborate performance.

Their voices rang out in unison, a testament to their loyalty: “We serve the Scarlet King!” The cry echoed in the quiet throne room.

Cain nodded, acknowledging their renewed commitment.

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the duo, leaving himself alone once more.