The Dream Code: Yume no Kodo [Light Novel] Vol. 3 – Page 2

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The weight of Genryu’s words settled upon Mitsuru, not as a burden, but as a profound call to responsibility. He understood that his role extended beyond mere governance; he was now a guardian of humanity’s future. The peace was not an end, but a crucial preparation period. Master Genryu’s foresight painted a grim picture of what lay ahead: the “Second Wave,” embodied by Aanza’s return at an amplified Power Level 4, wielding unimaginable black magic, capable of reducing their most advanced technologies to dust. And after that, the “Third Wave”—the release of the Kuro civilization, ancient, earth-shattering beings of immense power, poised to annihilate almost everything.

“They will seek power, Mitsuru,” Genryu had explained, his eyes distant, focused on realities unseen by most. “Aanza will offer people their deepest desires, and many will flock to him, blinded by greed and a lust for forbidden pleasures. Those who refuse him will face his wrath, a swift and brutal end. But even then, his reign will be short-lived. A celestial judgment, a beam of pure light, will strike him down. It is during the aftermath of his reign, when the heavens themselves unleash their curse upon his followers, that the Kuro civilization will emerge. Their curse is ancient, bound to the very core of this planet, and when released, they will scour the world clean. Technology will be meaningless. Only the pure of heart, those who have earned their place in the City of the Good, will stand a chance.”

Mitsuru’s task was clear, and it weighed heavily on his soul. He had to ensure the survival of those destined for the City of the Good, and crucially, to safeguard his beloved partners. Master Genryu’s plan involved retreating to hidden mountain bases, establishing caches of resources and technology that would sustain them through the dark times of hiding, and eventually, support their transition to the City of the Good itself. It was a monumental undertaking, requiring meticulous planning, unwavering dedication, and a trust that transcended mortal understanding.

He often met with Kamen, his most trusted confidant after his partners and Genryu. Kamen, no longer just a guardian of heritage, had evolved into a brilliant logistical strategist and a steadfast ally. His Ginksu Shield and Sword of Jigenksu, while still potent, were now symbols of a broader commitment to protection and preparedness. “The mountain caves are vast, Mitsuru,” Kamen would say, poring over holographic maps with him. “We have identified several key locations, naturally fortified and with access to geothermal energy for power generation. The greatest challenge will be ensuring a continuous supply chain that can withstand the inevitable disruptions. We need to stockpile not just food and water, but also advanced fabrication units, medical supplies, and crucially, the tools and knowledge to adapt. We must prepare for a couple of years of isolation.”

The meticulous planning was a stark contrast to the serene beauty of their current lives. Mitsuru’s days were a delicate balance: presiding over his lands, ensuring justice and prosperity, spending precious hours with Ava, Yuki, Poi, Shika, and Jing, and then dedicating the nights to intricate logistical planning with Kamen and the quiet, profound counsel of Master Genryu. The laughter of his lovers echoed through the palatial gardens, a melody of happiness that Mitsuru fiercely vowed to protect.