God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 489: What Exactly Do You Want?

The Gray Fort Emperor looked at the images on the Magic Net, falling completely silent.

Overnight, the Church of Technology seemed to have gotten another super boost.

Originally facing the Church of Technology’s increasingly powerful combat strength and influence, he’d been feeling more and more powerless.

But there wasn’t much he could do about it.

He’d even sent royal family members to Roster Academy to study, agreed to the ultra-high-speed rail transit system proposal, and even invested huge amounts of money...

As for various other industries, he’d taken them all on wholesale—magic-powered vehicle factories, steel mills, garment factories, textile factories... way too many things had already started taking root in the Gray Fort Empire.

He admitted that as these factories got established in the Gray Fort Empire, the empire’s prosperity and commercial trade had improved massively.

Tax revenue and all that—straight up skyrocketing.

Hell, even the number of people dying in winter had been rapidly declining.

Seemed like everyone could find a relatively high-paying job.

Like everything was becoming prosperous.

The Church of Technology had brought countless good things.

The empire was bursting with unparalleled vitality.

But compared to all this, the Gray Fort Emperor felt like there was a Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

Like everything he had was already being controlled.

Like he could lose his life at any moment.

Like the Gray Fort Empire’s fate was gradually slipping out of his control.

The Gray Fort Empire—humanity’s strongest empire.

Possessed legendary magician legions and knight legions.

Just magicians alone—over ten thousand.

They could even cast combined magic, unleashing power that even legendary-level magicians had no way to handle.

Within the empire, whether agriculture or handicrafts, whether common folk or churches—all of it was the strongest on this continent.

As the empire’s controller, any decision he made could affect the entire continent’s future.

He’d always thought so too.

But as the Church of Technology rose, he suddenly felt like he was starting to become weak and helpless.

Combat power—he’d been confident he could handle any danger, until he saw the Church of Technology’s people enter north of the watch wall and start rapidly expanding with devastating force.

Prosperity—once the Church of Technology’s people entered the Gray Fort Empire, that explained everything.

The times had changed.

The Gray Fort Empire was like a remnant of the old era. No matter which way it went, it seemed to be heading into a dead end.

But the stronger you were, the harder it was to make changes.

The Gray Fort Emperor kept getting hit by incident after incident, his mentality getting shaken again and again.

Finally, this time he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

After staying in his room all night without saying a word, the Gray Fort Emperor opened the Magic Net after dawn and dialed up a video call with Viscount Roster.

"Your Majesty, esteemed Gray Fort Emperor, I wonder what you’re looking for me about? Do you have any suggestions or opinions about the ultra-high-speed rail transit system we’re planning?"

Through the Magic Net, Viscount Roster looked at the Gray Fort Emperor’s somewhat sour expression, couldn’t help feeling his heart tighten.

This guy wasn’t regretting the ultra-high-speed rail transit thing, was he?

If that was the case, it’d have a massive impact on the upcoming plans.

And it’d affect the entire project’s progress.

"What does your Church of Technology want to do?"

The Gray Fort Emperor didn’t pick up Viscount Roster’s words, cutting straight to a different topic.

"What? What we want to do—isn’t it just make humanity more prosperous? To be precise, we’re hoping to develop the power of technology and make all intelligent life more luxurious."

Viscount Roster was kind of confused, not knowing what the Gray Fort Emperor wanted to say by looking him up so early in the morning.

"Don’t play dumb with me."

The Gray Fort Emperor’s expression didn’t change: "I think we should have a good talk."

"What playing dumb?"

Viscount Roster was getting even more confused about what the guy wanted: "Just say whatever you want to say straight up. I’ll definitely tell you everything I know."

"..."

The Gray Fort Emperor still thought the other guy was playing dumb. Could they stop for a sec? Only then did he speak: "Don’t you think your Church of Technology has been way too active this past year or so?"

"This world hasn’t changed at all for over ten thousand years. Technology’s appearance let all that pent-up power completely explode, so the reaction’s a bit big. But you can’t blame that all on us."

When Viscount Roster got to this point, he paused: "Okay, actually you kind of can blame it on us."

"After all, we lit this powder keg. That’s what started this world’s massive changes."

"That’s not what I’m trying to say."

The Gray Fort Emperor took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down a bit: "Don’t you think your Church of Technology’s actions have already affected this world’s power structure?"

"This world shouldn’t have such massive changes."

"Technology can progress, Magic Conductors can develop, but the stable power structure can’t be changed..."

Listening to the Gray Fort Emperor rambling on and on, Viscount Roster finally understood what the guy was trying to say.

"I think you might be misunderstanding something."

Viscount Roster explained with a smile, "We don’t have any ambitions. We won’t influence relationships between countries."

"As a member of the Church of Technology, I can guarantee that unless we’re attacked, the Church of Technology’s armed forces absolutely won’t touch anyone."

"Even if my Roster territory gets attacked, I’ll only deploy regular troops. I absolutely won’t let church people interfere with any of it."

Viscount Roster figured maybe yesterday’s Dragon Knight Type 1 aircraft had spooked this Gray Fort Emperor.

No—someone like the Gray Fort Emperor wouldn’t panic over just a flying unit.

He was probably worried that the Church of Technology’s combat legions kept getting more and more powerful.

In less than a year, equipment strength had already increased who knows how many times over.

Who the hell knew what kind of weapons and equipment they’d develop in the future?

How could the Gray Fort Emperor not panic?

If these people made a move against them...

Maybe they could still resist now. What about a year from now? Two years from now?

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The Gray Fort Emperor didn’t pick up Viscount Roster’s words, asking again instead:

"With the power your Church of Technology has exposed now, I don’t think any mortal faction would make a move against you."

"So why do I keep feeling like there’s something chasing you from behind, making you frantically flee forward, constantly developing even more powerful... weapons!"

"Maybe it’s because there really is such an entity behind us."

Viscount Roster was quiet for a good while. Finally, he decided to tell him about it too.

The current situation wasn’t suitable for internal conflicts or whatever.

Some things were better said clearly.

Better not let some little misunderstanding affect the entire upcoming plan.