YM778.TV Chapter 506 SPECIAL CHAPTER: A CULT? NAH IT'S JUST A READING CLUB
Chapter 506 SPECIAL CHAPTER: A CULT? NAH IT\'S JUST A READING CLUB
Not far from her, a group of more than twenty men and women with the characteristic trait of elongated ears sat quietly and listened to the woven tale of the enchanting woman before them.
Shadows and lights moved above the head of the woman holding the book, showing a play of a man facing a multi-winged woman and a giant monster of catastrophic proportions.
"...In the end, unable to face the might of the Emperor further, they were forced to flee and the war ended in the victory of the Dragons."
The pictures moved, and the arm of the angel was cut before she vanished alongside the humongous monster.
"...The End."
Silence pervaded the atmosphere for a split instant before a thunderous round of applause and cheers filled the silent space…
"Kyaa~!"
The eyes of the women twinkled in admiration and adoration and the men clenched their fists om agitation and awe as they tried to imagine themselves in the midst of the battlefield that the Dragon Emperor dominated on in the territory of the mythical Dragons.
The excitement in the air was at an all-time high as people began to converse and discuss the story they had just heard from the woman.
Looking at the elves enamored by her story, Nefertiti’s otherworldly face bloomed into a gentle smile.
How could she be unhappy in this situation? After all, there were so many like-minded people who were admiring the prowess of her beloved Lord.
"The Tales of the Dragon Emperor Book 2, Collector’s Edition will soon be available on the market. But the regular version of the book is already available for sale. Obviously, assembly members will also be given a small Dragon Emperor plushie as a membership reward."
Business and religion Ahem~ Business and club development could never be completely unrelated.
The fact became even more predominant as all the elves were fanatics of the Dragon race. That’s why it was necessary to make her beloved Lord pervade all aspects of their lives.
Nefertiti was clear about her objectives. While the power of [Servitude] could help her greatly, not only would it be too showy, but also – and more than anything – she did not want fake believers whose faith was only wrought through manipulating their minds through her powers.
This was why she wanted them to enliven Sol’s tales.
His stories had been divided into two books and were sold everywhere in the territory of the Elves. Even now, she had other elves who were telling the stories of Sol to their brethren furthering the influence Sol had on these lands.
Obviously, this could never be enough.
Elves were renowned for their love of arts and she used this to her advantage.
His stories were made into songs and poems.
His images were drawn and sculpted in both stones, metal, ice, and any surface strong enough to withstand his glorious visage.
Small toys were made for the children to love and adore.
Products such as plushies, pillows, sheets, and other home decorations were all made in his images.
She even made some small prayer beads that were supposed to increase the chance of pregnancy as Sol was a powerful Chaos Dragon.
All they needed to do was ask for his blessings.
The most wonderful thing about all she was doing was that… since all the products were endorsed by Nidhogg, who had followed her down to the Mortal Realm, no elves doubted her credibility, and what she made was selling almost instantaneously.
Soon, worshiping Sol and his tales would not just be a club activity or a way for people to be awed…
It would be a way of life.
When waking up, the first thing they would see would be Sol.
While working, they would still see Sol.
And… even when going to bed, the last thing they would see would be Sol.
\'How truly marvelous. A country entirely covered in the color of my beloved Lord.\'
All she needed now was to push a bit further from behind the scenes to have the leaders of the country cave in and accept the creation of a Tribe under Sol\'s name.
She knew that it would not take long at this point. The tales of Sol, the almighty Dragon Emperor, had already become too widespread.
All they needed was a breaking point.
"Miss Nefertiti. May I ask a question?"
"Of course. I am ready to listen."
Silence fell as a woman asked, "The Dragon Emperor is the prince of Lustburg, right?"
"Indeed."
"If it\'s so. Then why did he never visit the Forest?"
\'Bingo.\'
Nefertiti had a crestfallen expression as she explained, "Lord Husband would certainly love to come and share his blessings. But sadly, it seems like only a small minority are interested in him. My Lord would not bend his pride to visit people who do not want him to be present before them."
Murmurs filled the air as the elves progressively heated up at the fact their beloved object of worship was in fact not welcomed in their own homes.
While the Elves were renowned for their love of arts, they were even more renowned for their extremely warlike nature.
For them, ultimately, any matter could be resolved with violence.
If that did not work, it simply meant that enough violence was not exercised and were in need of more violence…
The one who had asked this was none other than one of the members of her "Club" that had been enlightened to the truth about her beloved Lord.
She had planted many people like this in different places to incite controversy and anger about the lack of respect the Dragon Emperor was suffering in the lands of Elves.
Nefertiti knew that her actions might cause a small riot and unrest in the Elven society. She might even get killed by the Queen for her transgressions.
But that never mattered to her. Not even in the slightest. She was ready from the get-go to sacrifice one of her lives and undergo nirvana as long as it would ensure the proliferation of the name of her Lord.
Another elf raised her hand timidly into the air and Nefertiti looked at her keenly as she was not one of the elves she positioned.
"What question do you have?"
"I… I was wondering if the Emperor would be willing to mingle with lowly elves like us."
Nefertiti tilted her head before understanding what she really meant by those words. The few times the dragons had descended into these lands, they were only interested in the High Elves or the special chosen of the Elven species.
Smiling, Nefertiti took out a second book, [The Sulfurous Adventure of the Prince of Lust] from her space.
This was another book that had been written in order to light up the fantasies of young women. She was not particularly proud of it, but it was also a best-selling book.
"Trust me. My Lord cares not for your race or social position. As long as you strike his fancy, he will shower you with his love."
Her eyes glittered with joy as she explained the prowess of her Lord.
Though… Those prowesses were of a different kind… more primal in nature…
How many people could actually boast of having bedded three Phoenixes, A Dragon, and a Titan at the same time?
— And so another day went by and the Club (Cult) of the Dragon Emperor continued to grow at an exponential pace.
(EN: There’s a famous saying by Geoffrey Chaucer, “All good things must come to an end.” And I am here with a painful heart that it is time for me to leave this book. It had been a great ride with everyone and I enjoyed editing SHK throughout the course of the past two years. But this is the end of the journey for me. And I just wanted to say GOODBYE to everyone. Thanks for reading this great book with my subpar edits and I hope everyone will enjoy the next chapters as much, if not more, than what they did during the time that I have edited.
Allah Hafez.)
(AN: I cannot say much. Over the course of this story, I had four different people who helped me edit one after another and sadly I had to leave them one after another as different things happened. Paradox is my latest editor to date and have worked on SHK since near the end of Vol 8. He had also helped edit Vol 1 of SHK to be used on Amazon and will continue to work with me on God of Crime and my future third story. But for now, we will have to say goodbye to him on SHK. Really thanks for a great job. This chapter also marks the end of Vol 12.)