Chapter 2983: Modified Realm-Crossing Mass Teleportation Array Formation

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Gelid Alps, Snow Elven Region, Frosell District, Frosnow City

Sitting in the quiet chamber, I used the Hive Spirit to smoothly monitor the activities of my Frosling Bloodkins, my clones, Sansa, and Karl.

The Frosling Bloodkins and my disguised clones, acting with the tribal leadership, split up and fanned out across the vast expanse of the Frosell District. They returned to their respective cities, blending seamlessly into the growing chaos of the early festival arrivals. Upon reaching predetermined, secure subterranean locations within each of those thirty-six cities, my clones and the bloodkins immediately began setting up the modified realm-crossing mass teleportation array formations.

These weren’t ordinary arrays. I had tasked Array Celestial Dalia with specifically designing this particular formulation to handle the unprecedented, crushing logistical weight of a mass racial migration. They were built for maximum capacity, stability, and concealment.

At the same time, I quietly channeled my soul space to produce even more clones in Frosling form. I dispatched them to reinforce Sansa and Karl, who were currently determining the location for the central network within Frosnow City itself, while also spreading Sansa’s memory trying to find Snow Elven eyes and ears among the Froslings.

In the location chosen by them, my new copies began assembling a series of massive, interconnected realm-crossing mass teleportation array formations at the highly strategic locations they had handpicked across the trade hub.

From above, the entire district was starting to look like a massive, sleeping spiderweb of circuitry. Once these anchors were finished and linked to the Lil’ Red Storm Realm, we wouldn’t just be moving a crowd—we would be folding space itself to swallow an entire population whole.

Beside me, Moon Fright watched the faint, rhythmic pulses of stray soul energy bleeding through the chamber walls as the arrays began to covertly link up. She remained silent, her eyes darting between me and my clones, still marveling at the terrifying speed and efficiency of my forces.

Nearly a third of the Frosling population was already packed tightly into the crowded streets of Frosnow City for the festival. The remaining two-thirds were celebrating the New Year back in their own respective tribal cities, unable to make the journey to the central district due to various circumstances, financial constraints, or Elven work quotas.

Hence the multi-layered arrangement. We couldn’t just open a single door in Frosnow City and expect millions of Froslings from thirty-six other cities to casually march in without triggering every single red alert in the Elven Capital.

No matter how I looked at it, this mass exodus was never going to happen on foot. Trying to march an entire race across the open terrain of the Gelid Alps would turn into an absolute bloodbath within hours. The Forsell District sat directly within the heart of the Snow Elven region, dangerously close to the Elven Capital itself.

If push came to shove, I, my retainers, and my newly minted bloodkins could definitely take on a Semi-Ruler class race right in the middle of their own territory and successfully fight our way out. We were strong enough to survive a war of attrition. But we sure as hell would not be able to protect hundreds of thousands of defenseless Frosling civilians from the crossfire of high-level energy bombardment while doing so.

Hence, the modified realm-crossing mass teleportation array formation was our only real choice. We weren’t fighting a war; we were pulling off a magic trick. By the time the Snow Elves realized the cage was empty, the bird would already be in another realm.

Yes, I was migrating the Froslings to Freedom City and not directly to the Winter Valley.

The Winter Valley was absolutely no place for a fractured, vulnerable race to start a civilization entirely from scratch. The Froslings might be completely immune to its notorious Glacier Fever thanks to their realm’s blessing, but that didn’t change the fundamental fact that the Winter Valley had a terrifying, unforgiving terrain. Its climate was a perpetual nightmare of localized blizzards, and its frozen tundras were crawling with apex, bloodthirsty monsters.

As one of the thirteen deadliest places in the Dark Realm, there was no map for it. That was to say, even if the Froslings were miraculously able to survive a full-scale Snow Elven military assault during the transit, they would just immediately fall to the Winter Valley’s brutal climate and predatory wildlife upon arrival. It would be jumping out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.

Therefore, for now, they would move to the relative safety and controlled infrastructure of Freedom City. From there, we could use our unified strength to slowly, systematically explore and map the Winter Valley.

Only when we truly understood the deadly terrain and cleared out the major threats, could we begin a phased, secure relocation into the valley—conquering one of the Thirteen deadliest places to establish it as my definitive, unassailable base of operations within the Dark Realm.

"Your Highness, are you sure about this?" Moon Fright asked in deep concern. It wasn’t for her own race that she trembled, but for her master.

His plan was incredibly thorough and hyper-efficient. If nothing unforeseen happened over the next few hours, the Froslings would vanish from the face of the region without the Snow Elves even realizing what happened to them. However, her immediate worry was the sheer, staggering mountain of resources her master was investing in this single operation.

The exotic materials required to construct and fuel several dozen modified realm-crossing mass teleportation array formations simultaneously was already a fortune well beyond the combined means of the entire Frosling race. And that didn’t even account for the nightmare logistics of managing a massive, displaced population in a completely foreign realm.

Once they migrated to Freedom City, they would have no jobs, no established commerce, and no immediate means to put food on the table. For months, they would have to rely entirely on their master’s coffers for basic survival until they finally settled and integrated.

This was a massive, high-risk undertaking with absolutely nothing in immediate return to make up for the crushing consumption of wealth. She knew her master was a miraculous Master Crafter capable of turning trash to treasure, but even a god’s treasury had a bottom.

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