One very important fact had to be remembered.
City Steles were formed of Metarock. It was this that allowed them to meld into World Spirits and eventually replace or meld with the function of World Spirits once they grew large enough.
The establishment of a Kingdom was huge, and it was shocking enough that Sylas hadn't considered for even a moment that Casstle Main would have been so close to it.
Metarock was at least as valuable as the ore used to construct the mining treasure. The only difference was that Metarock was something that didn't need the special environment of that Cryst Heaven to form.
But now that Sylas thought about it, it might very well be the case that Metarock was to the Skai Heaven what this ore was to the Cryst Heaven.
The ability of Metarock was very specific in its capability to adapt to any laws around it and adjust to them. And such a capability was very Will-coded.
When a City Stele reached the level of a Kingdom, there would be a qualitative change that took place, one that would leave a window of opportunity to trigger a change.
Sylas still had no idea when the hell Casstle Main had reached such a high level, though. It was notoriously difficult to progress a Kingdom. There were six tiers, each divided into three levels, that were further divided into ten grades.
Each grade was practically akin to scratching and clawing for another piece of Experience.
Granted, a large part of the difficulty of growing as a city, especially at the start of a Summoning, was fighting over territory size with everyone around you. But given Sylas' strength, who would make things difficult for Casstle Main? Was there even anyone who dared?
No⦠Sylas had seen Cassarae's strength as well. Even if he wasn't here, though the difficulty would tick up a notch, there definitely wasn't anyone on Earth that posed a real challenge to her other than maybe whatever lingering secrets the First Race might still have waiting in the wings.
Still, reaching this level meant clearing tasks, fulfilling quests, gathering resources, clearing and claiming territory.
Sylas looked at Cassarae who was licking her lips after their kiss. It probably wasn't her alone, and their parents and family probably had a huge hand in it as well. But it couldn't be understated how impressive this was.
A while back, Sylas had been part of helping Cassarae speed run to Grade 1 Rudimentary Town. It was because of that he had firsthand experience with how difficult it was.
And that was just the first major upgrade. Between Grade 1 Rudimentary Town and Grade 1 Rudimentary Kingdom, you had to make it through 60 grade jumps.
"You're just going to kiss me and stop there?" Cassarae asked with a slight pout. She shook her head. "How does making it to Kingdom help? We're still a bit away for the record, and the last leap is difficult."
"What's required?"
"The city amenity and culture stuff is pretty much finished, so are the money requirements, and most of the infrastructure requirements. But, on the infrastructure front, we still need an upgrade to the foundations of the city and a building that can only be crafted by basically an S-tier formation master. I've been trying to roll one, but no luck.
"The last thing we need is control over a continent, and that's relatively easy. It just hasn't been worth steamrolling people out of the way if I can't figure this last thing out."
"S-tier?" Sylas asked with a frown.
"I mean in terms of grade, not actual level."
"And you didn't think to ask me?"
"And where were you exactly?" Cassarae asked, putting her hands on her hips.
Sylas raised an eyebrow. "That hasn't stopped you from spamming me in the past."
"Ugh, you're insufferable, Sylas Brown. When have I ever spammed you for help? I spam you to tell your ass to stop cheating on me and keep your dick in your pants."
Sylas nodded. "Which I've done."


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