Death… And Me Chapter 852 - Can't Be Helped

Chapter 852 - Can't Be Helped

Rean and Roan then spent their next few days organizing everything in the Alchemy and Blacksmith Halls. In the end, the new candidates followed different systems from them, which was quite worse due to the lack of resources and knowledge of the humans in this world.
Sure enough, everyone in the Blacksmith, Talismans, Formations, and Alchemy Halls were blown away by the sudden influx of new knowledge. They truly came to understand what it meant to be just a frog in the well. If they had any doubts about their decision to join the Freedom Sect before, those doubts had completely disappeared by now.
While Rean and Roan taught everyone in the halls, Freedom City also began to take a rough form. It didn't have walls or anything like that. However, with the high-level cultivators working together with the Freedom Sect, things became a lot more organized than when they were fighting for the lands.
Things seemed to be going okay until suddenly, the Freedom Sect received information about the humans coming from the Zasfin Continents. Hearing that, Malo quickly called Rean, Roan, Fizer, and Julia.
"What is it?"
Malo then displayed the information for everyone before saying, "The Zasfins are following the agreement and sending all the humans they have to Wringan Continent. Just a few moments ago, our island received two Airships filled with them. However, a new problem has emerged, and it's not only here..."
Roan immediately understood the issue, muttering, "Wringan Continent has mostly been occupied by low-level demon beasts in the past. At most, you would find some Stage Five or Stage Six Demon Beasts there. Stage Seven Demon Beasts and higher obviously stayed in the Demon Beast Continent. As for Zasfins, because Wringan is a lot closer to the Demon Beast Continent, it barely had any cities for them."
Rean knew where Roan was coming from, continuing, "However, all the humans, who were present in enormous quantities as slaves in the Zasfin cities, are now being sent here. Even if we count the few abandoned Zasfin cities, it's far from enough to lodge the humans, right?"
Malo immediately nodded, responding, "That's exactly the case."
The problem was the fact that almost all the humans coming to Wringan had no cultivation whatsoever. Even if they had, they were too weak to do anything. The main issue, however, was the fact that all of them had lived as slaves until now. They had never thought of building their own homes or cities since their owner's houses were also their houses. Now there were tens of millions of humans being thrown into the Wringan Continent without knowing what they can do whatsoever.
Worse than that, it would be useless to ask for the demon beasts' help with it. After all, demon beasts at Stage Four and below didn't have sentience. Even if they had, demon beasts always lived in the wilderness. The fact that five Demon Beast Cities exist in the Demon Beast Continent was already very impressive and only happened because the Zasfins needed to trade with them. The demon beasts would be of little to no help in this cause.
Fizer quickly shook his head after hearing the news. "There's nothing we can do about that. Less than 0.1% of humans in the world lived in the Demon Beast Continent. Between those, the number of humans with high enough cultivation and knowledge is just a fraction of that. After all, I'm the only Elemental Transformation Human in existence, while the Zasfins have thousands of them. With just that, you can imagine the number of capable people on our side. It pains me to say this, but the humans being left in the Wringan Continent will have to adapt to the new environment by themselves."
Roan agreed with Fizer, saying, "He is right. I don't doubt that we would lose many humans during this transition stage, but it's inevitable. At the very least, they aren't slaves anymore. They can fight for their own lives."
Rean narrowed his eyes as he thought about it. Even though humans weren't slaves anymore, it didn't change the fact that most of them were incapable of taking care of themselves in this place. You could say that it was their fault that so many humans were in a predicament now. Sure, they were slaves, but they were not at risk of dying.
"Is there really nothing we can do about it?" Rean asked with a dark expression.
Malo sighed in response before suggesting, "What I can try and do is separate some sect members above 14 years old who can protect themselves alone. Then, I could send them to Wringan Continent to help establish human settlements near oceans, rivers, and fertile lands."
Of course, Rean understood that it was basically using a cup of water to put out a house's fire. It was far, far from enough to make up for all the humans who needed help. Besides, the disciples themselves would need to stop their own training to take up a task that would need many years to complete. Last but not least, the number of disciples who were above at least 14 years old was very limited. It would be meaningless to send anyone under this age since they didn't have the necessary maturity to make decisions. In fact, those around 14 would probably be fooled quite easily as well. Only the ones close to 18 and those that participated in the war could be said to have the right level of rationality to take up such a task.
Rean then shook his head, telling him, "Don't. We would basically lose a lot of good disciples in exchange for almost nothing." Rean then looked at Julia and Fizer before asking, "Do you think we can rally all the human cultivators to help with it?"
Fizer and Julia immediately shook their heads. "All of them are probably busy enough taking care of themselves and the tribes they brought from the Demon Beast Continent. The only chance for the ex-slaves, in that case, would be to seek help in those tribes, but even that would be very limited. After all, the number of tribes that came here and know how to take care of themselves is still very small compared to the number of humans arriving from the Zasfins' territories."
Rean couldn't help but sigh after that. In the end, there was just way too little they could do about the situation.