The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Chapter 495: Blood Race

In the Etherium Alliance Headquarters, Liam had a headache looking at the piles of documents in front of him.

The massive influx of the blood race—the name he coined for the people of the Blood Ragnarok Realm—had pushed the Etherium Realm to the brink of collapse.

From issues with living space, resource allocation, treatment, transportation, and more, everything was a mess.

Fortunately, the Etherium Realm still had a solid foundation.

Thanks to the Realm's control and investment over thousands of years, they could hold on for a while longer.

However, if this continued for hundreds or even thousands of years, the Etherium Realm would surely fall apart—especially with the recent spike in the birth rate.

The people of the Etherium Realm seemed to be more fertile than in the past.

Even his father and mother were busy considering another sibling for him, making him sigh.

"Huh…" He frowned in worry as he began to think of a solution.

"Father, why not solve the problem using the ones causing the problem?" Lance, his assistant, suggested.

"Use the people causing the problem to solve the problem?! That's a good idea!" Liam exclaimed.

Since they were the ones causing the trouble, it was only natural they should be the ones to fix it.

Calling over his subordinates, Liam summoned the former seven Ragnarok.

These seven were once the leaders of the Blood Ragnarok Realm in the absence of their dimensional master.

If anyone was right for the job, it was them.

Soon, the Seven Ragnaroks, who were under heavy supervision, were summoned to his office.

"We greet the Supreme Leader, Liam!" they hurriedly bowed, a hint of fear apparent in their eyes.

Although they were at peak Tier 10 realm, and Liam had only recently advanced to Tier 10 realm, the difference in their power was staggering.

A few years ago, the seven of them attempted to escape the Etherium Realm and wander the Void.

As a peak tier 10 individual, no matter where in the Dimensional Alliance, they could live a flourishing life.

Unfortunately, Liam intercepted them, understanding what his father meant by throwing the seven Ragnarok into him.

Suppressing the seven until they could no longer stand or think straight, they became obedient and begged forgiveness.

Liam was a Tier 10 individual with a magnitude of power on a scale of billions, and his strength rivaled, if not surpassed, that of his siblings.

Having access to more resources due to his closeness to his father, Liam had grown even stronger.

"At ease. I'm here to give you a chance to redeem yourselves," Liam said directly.

"Redeem ourselves?!" they muttered, excitement and disbelief flashing in their eyes.

"Please, tell us! We will do our best!"

Although they hadn't been tortured or harmed during their imprisonment, the silent treatment had been the worst.

Not knowing when they might be disposed of, left them constantly on edge.

Knowing they could be executed at any moment made it impossible to train or even eat in peace.

"You are to manage your people. The blood race has been giving me a headache lately..." Liam admitted.

"Although they are obedient, following the rules and laws of the Etherium Realm, we weren't prepared to handle such a large influx of your kind."

"If you can manage your people, I will let you formally join the Etherium Alliance and stand as equals to us," Liam promised.

He didn't particularly care if the blood race rose in status.

In fact, he preferred they integrate into the Etherium Realm as quickly as possible.

Liam wasn't power-hungry; as long as the Etherium Realm remained peaceful and prosperous, he didn't care who was at the top.

In this, he was much like his father, who didn't care about anything other than what was beneficial.

Furthermore, the rise of the blood race could be beneficial in future dimensional wars, as they could help in the fight winning with less casualty and time.

After promising to do their best, the seven Ragnarok split up, managing different sectors of the problem.

…

The Crimson Ragnarok headed straight to the Etherium Civil Registry, holding Liam's token.

"I'm here to take over the recording of the blood race's civil identity," the Crimson Ragnarok declared.

With Liam's seal, the Tier 9 Apex Sovereign overseeing the matter didn't protest and graciously handed over the task.

Registering the identities of hundreds of septillions of people was not an easy task.

After years of effort, they hadn't even managed to register 1 percent of the population.

The Etherium Alliance was severely lacking in manpower, and with everything happening in the Etherium Realm, even identity registration wasn't a top priority.

Taking over the task, the Crimson Ragnarok hurriedly summoned his former subordinates.

Liam permitted them to form their own power as long as they completed their tasks.

He didn't care if they used their power for bad; as long as he watched from the top, he could nip the one causing trouble in the bud. ??$?-??#??--?????¢?*-#?#???#??*??

A few months later, millions of pseudo-Tier 9 subordinates from across the Etherium Realm gathered to begin the work.

They registered the soul, spirit, and mana signatures of each individual, along with their basic information, abilities, profession, talent, and more

They also provided them with identity tokens used within the Etherium Realm.

After several revisions, the identity token, previously available only on the Astral and Arcane continents, became compulsory throughout the dimension.

Without an identification token, individuals would be considered vagrants and barred from most establishments.

Fortunately, the Etherium Alliance wasn't short on resources like food, water, and clothing.

Through relief efforts, most of the blood race had no trouble living.

Besides a stable residence, a job, and an identity, they had no problem living in the Etherium Realm.

As they recorded their identity, the Crimson Ragnarok was not satisfied with their speed and began recruiting more people.

From a million, billion, trillion, the Crimson Ragnarok seemed to become addicted to recruitment as he continued to require more and more people.

Liam was not against this.

Not only would the registration of people become faster, but it would also be of use when they conquered more civilizations.

As for the wages, it was nothing for the rich Etherium Alliance.

With fast skills and hands-on experience, the Crimson Ragnarok quickly adapted to his role, processing tens of quadrillions of identities each day.

…

Meanwhile, the Radiant Ragnarok was busy building farms and factories.

During the expansion of the Chaotic Continent, Maximus had also expanded the size of each of the four continents, tripling their landmass.

However, the extra land remained barren, without any infrastructure.

With his subordinates, the Radiant Ragnarok worked tirelessly to contribute to the Etherium Realm's resource supply.

The blood race couldn't always rely on charity, and as a proud race, The Radiant Ragnarok hated seeing his people beg for food.

Alongside him was the Inferno Ragnarok, leading quintillions of their people in construction.

The Void Ants could only handle the rough work, but delicate tasks like array creation, reinforcement, design, network systems, and comfort required skilled hands.

Fortunately, their people were built for hard labor, possessing tough bodies and seemingly infinite stamina.

Rolling up their sleeves they became glorious workers, happy to take on the tasks.

In addition to building their future homes, they could also earn money.

Having lost their wealth and property upon arriving in the Etherium Realm, this was a way for them to rebuild.

…

On the other side, the Juggernaut Ragnarok began selecting talents to train soldiers.

Although the next dimensional war was still far off, Liam knew he needed to prepare early.

His father had told him that he would no longer help the Etherium Realm in the upcoming wars.

Maximus was already preparing for their journey to collect corrupt causality points.

He no longer had time to pay attention to the Etherium Realm; he could only pass on the responsibility to Liam's hands.

Knowing this, Liam hurried to prepare. The soldiers the Juggernaut Ragnarok was training were just part of his strategy.

With registration, food, resources, construction, and soldier training in progress, the blood race slowly began to integrate into the Etherium Realm.

However, not everyone was cooperative.

For those who disrupted the peace, the Tempest Ragnarok handled them with ruthless efficiency, imposing the harshest punishments even to his people.

Taking on the security work, the tempest Ragnarok showed off his temper that would erupt in the slightest disagreement.

Fortunately, he followed the rules to the utmost detail, making Liam satisfied with his work.

Meanwhile, the Plague Ragnarok turned his attention to healthcare.

Since he specialized in disease and plague, this task seemed most suitable for him.

He established healthcare facilities, convened healthcare systems, and trained healers and staff.

The Plague Ragnarok found fulfillment in his role; not only could he earn the gratitude of people, but it also deepened his understanding of sickness and death.

As years, decades, and centuries passed, the blood race became fully integrated into the Etherium Realm.

They built homes, contributed their skills, studied at the academy, and pursued their own goals and ambitions.

Some even became Star Lords, eager to conquer the Chaotic Continent.

Seeing his work pay off, Liam couldn't help but feel satisfied.

Turning to his son, who was becoming a qualified ruler, Liam sighed.

"It seems I can finally rest…"