Lightning Plasma Spirit Pool!
Wally intended to create a miniature Influenced Region of the Teary-Eyed Snapper for every Empyrean Snapper. This way, they would be able to produce enough Lightning Plasma Spirit Pool for their respective Settlement Leader to reach the 10-Life Stage.
That should be enough for the time being. Once Wally enters the Mystic Grade, he would increase the size of the Teary-Eyed Snappers in every Empyrean Snapper.
And he himself will use the same method to possess a completed Influenced Region of Teary-Eyed Snapper. That would produce enough Lightning Plasma Spirit Pool for all Cooter Clansmen part of his Settlement.
Wally’s Settlement will be composed of only Gold Grade Cooter Clansmen. And his Settlement Leader, who would by default be the Cooter Clan Chief would have Mystic Grade strength. After all, Wally would be a Mystic Grade existence by then, which implied his heart would start growing a certain tumour.
Sumatra Gold!
As the tumour began to grow, Wally would use Subtle Terrain Domination on it and then accumulate it in fluid form for the Cooter Clan Chief to base their build upon.
Sumatra Gold Spirit Pool!
"That would be the Cooter Clan’s growth structure." He explained while gulping large mouthfuls of potent medicines that generated Prana in large volumes without straining his body. It was created in such a way Wally’s body could naturally absorb it.
"If we can accumulate more of this," Danhral’s expression brimmed with greed as he stared at the Teray-Eyed Snapper forming before Wally, "Every Cooter Clansman would have Gold Grade strength."
"That’s the epitome of stupidity." Wally snorted in mockery, "Don’t waste my time with such frivolous thoughts."
"I was being serious though." Danhral frowned, "We need as many Gold Grade existences on our side as we can. Only then can we survive and thrive in the more dangerous future."
"Strength alone isn’t enough." Wally shook his head, "I’ve witnessed this firsthand, so believe me when I say this."
"Sumatra follows the rule of the survival of the fittest, not strongest."
"We’ll indeed be strong if we manage to have every Cooter Clansman wield Gold Grade strength, even if we someone manage to secure enough resources for such an impossible feat." Wally argued, "The moment we reach that point, our growth will plateau forever."
"I don’t understand," Danhral bowed in respect, "Please enlighten me."
"Our Cooter Clan Chiefs have lived anywhere from 1400 to 1800 years." Wally explained, "If every Cooter Clansman has such lifespan, then our society will slow down."
Gold Grade Pranic Beasts didn’t just suffer from a shitty fertility rate, but since they were blessed with a long life, they also considered time to be on their side. This was their approach to everything, even when it came to having babies.
That was why they weren’t desperate to procreate, which further impacted their birth rates. "A society with only Gold Grade existences will turn extremely rigid, with zero room for flexibility."
"Since everyone has lived in the same fashion for over a millennium, they would be averse to change." Wally sighed, "There goes adaptability down the drain."
If a Free Human only had 60 years left to live, then he did everything he could in those 60 years. He would fight for resources, build a house, start a family, expand his power, and lay down the foundation to better his descendants, whether it be in terms of a cultivation technique, a Skill, etc.
They didn’t have enough time to accomplish anything in one generation. Hence, every thought of such Free Humans thought of the subsequent generations. A project started by the grandfather would be passed down the generations and probably somewhere along the line, a great-great-great grandson would succeed in the project.
This lack of time forced the Free Humans to form tight-knit communities where selflessness and sacrifice for the future were promoted. The whole society moved towards a common cause while every Free Human were merely gears driving the machine.
If one gear were to die, another fresh one would take its place. It might even improve itself to run smoother. Little by little, the accumulations would stack until existences like Yarsha Zahara, Resha, Wittral, and Boul Brimgan appeared.
However, if a Free Human had enough to finish the project he started within his lifetime, he would never have to think about his succeeding generation. If every Free Human in a society was like, the society wouldn’t be a whole unit moving forward for a cause, but individual grains of sand merely there for convenience.
And when it became the slightest bit inconvenient, the sand disperses.
"So, we need those with Iron and Silver Grade strength." Wally said, "If a situation were to change, the Iron Grade Cooter Clansmen would adapt to it the first. Because within two decades, a new generation appears. And this generation would be born in whatever situation has been happening at that time."
"To them, that situation becomes natural, common sense. So, they’ll adapt to the situation and thrive through it." Wally explained, "Those with Iron Grade strength are the first to adapt. Those with Gold Grade strength have lived in a set lifestyle for too long that it becomes extremely hard for them to change."
"Those with Silver Grade strength is the buffer that exists between these two Grades, allowing each extreme to understand the other extreme." Wally eyed Danhral, "Do you understand my point now?"
"Yes," Danhral nodded, "I can see where you’re coming from."
"Why do you think the Brimgan Empire has Iron Grade strength at the base level?" Wally asked, "You think a blessed land doesn’t have enough resources to elevate all Free Humans in the Empire to Silver Grade?"
"Then...?" Danhral’s eyes widened in realisation, "No wonder the Brimgan Empire stood tall forever."
"Yes, they have a robust structure. They distributed people across the Grades at a set ratio." Wally nodded, "This ratio was something they figured out and perfected through endless trials and errors across multiple eras."
Whenever a brutal invasion happened and the Brimgan Empire suffered too many casualties, it recovered its population in a matter of decades. After all, Iron Grade Free Humans lived short lives. Hence, they saw a new generation every fifteen to twenty years.
Three decades was enough for them to recover to a sizeable extent. From there, they produced enough Silver Grade existences at the Body Stage who could stabilise the status quo for the short while.
The time they bought was enough for Gold Grade existences to pop up. And soon, in a century, the Brimgan Empire was back to business.
Consider the present situation. Brangara had wiped out almost a quarter of the Brimgan Empire’s population in the Second Major Disaster. The Brimgan Empire had not only recovered the lost amount by now but had even surpassed their original population.
"Thank you for your teachings." Danhral praised genuinely, "I’m glad you’re able to observe everything from a perspective I can only wish to possess."
"You know," Wally said with a sombre tone, "When I had to flee the Dralh Sea, I cursed every moment of my helpless existence. Every day since then, when I trained, I engaged in long debates with Resha on various matters."
"Both of us were in a similar situation, with the hopes of the Clan riding on our shoulders. So, we had plenty of topics to talk about." Wally said, "Resha had committed plenty of mistakes. Even the actions he took to rectify his prior mistakes only ended up worsening the situation further."
"That’s why," He patted his temples with his index finger, "We have to keep thinking. We have to think from the shoes of ourselves, evert Grade of our Clansman, varies allies of us, different neutral parties to us, and finally, our enemies."
"If we can think of how our enemies will try to destroy us, we’ll be able to better identify our faults and better ourselves." Wally said, "The Cooter Clan has been mostly stable in its existence, and hence, we aren’t much prepared against tricky opponents."
"There’s even..." He paused, thinking of Inala’s machinations in the Dralh Sea. Inala had personally given him a handbook telling him exactly how easy it was to fool the Cooter Clan and even provided examples from his life.
’No, I cannot tell anyone else about it.’ Wally thought and shook his head, "Forget it, for the time being."
’I cannot reveal Inala’s example, as that will only worsen the mood of the Empyrean Snappers. It’s better they remain ignorant of this.’ Thinking as such, he wished, ’And slowly, I’ll try to educate them.’
’Haaah!’ He groaned, ’What am I even thinking? Educate? I’m not even experienced enough myself, so how am I supposed to do all that?’
"Please be honest with us." Danhral said, as if he could sense Wally’s frustrations, "We have elected you as our leader precisely because you’re not confined to the same mould as us. You can think beyond our constraints. So, if you think something needs to be change, tell us, and we’ll all follow."
"The Empyrean Snappers have remained passive for too long. I’m not sure if we could even change that." Danhral said, "Our Secondary Nature influenced us a bit to be like the Brimgan Royals. That is what made us dare even move to raid the Varahan Empire."
"I’m afraid we cannot change who we are fundamentally, but we’ll adapt, on our own terms." He concluded.
"That’ll do." Wally smiled in relief as he began to build the Influenced Region of Teary-Eyed Snapper faster, able to afford a bit of respite, "That’ll do."