Chapter 732 Peacekeeper Network
732 Peacekeeper Network
“Thank you for the suit, Sir Binala.” Wepetay’s wife said happily, “I wore it for trial yesterday and it was the most gorgeous dress I have ever worn in my life.”
“I am humbled by your praise. It’s something I created during my survival days.” Inala acted like he was maintaining a poker face but a smile leaked out.
Wepetay’s wife observed the minor facial experience, ‘So, Sir Binala isn’t immune to praise.’
Her eyes trailed across his face while in thought, ‘Husband couldn’t shut up the entire night talking about him. Though, I wonder if everything he’s saying is the truth.’
For the public eye, Wepetay’s wife, Stalahh was a soldier responsible for compiling information procured by the scouts. She was part of the planning and administrative team in charge of Raids.
However, her true job was to serve as the Varahan Empire’s Peace Keeping Force. They, the Peace Keepers were personally trained by Yarsha Zahara to constantly keep an eye on the populace to detect any signs of the Mystic Seven or people associated with them.
Yarsha Zahara was aware of the fact that the Mystic Seven might either personally infiltrate the Empire or send in entities sneakily for the purpose. No matter how many steps she took, including allowing only those with a Vara Human Avatar inside, there was no assurance.
After all, the children of the citizens were born at the Spirit Stage. Meaning, they formed a gap in her plans that her enemies could use to infiltrate. There were similar loopholes in her other plans too, for it was impossible to control a growing populace of people.
The Varahan Empire’s citizens weren’t crops after all. As there were plenty of loopholes that her enemies could take advantage of to infiltrate, Yarsha Zahara created the Peace Keeping Force.
The Peacekeepers were all at the peak of the Body Stage or above. And other than the Nature of Statue serving as their Identity Card, they were granted a specific set of Natures for one purpose—to detect infiltrators!
The combinations varied from Peacekeeper to Peacekeeper. Some had six Iron Grade Natures, some had ten, some had four plus a Silver Grade Nature, etc. The combination of Natures remained in the Peacekeeper’s Vara Human avatar, generating their influence that combined to affect their body, granting them Extra Sensitive Power, ESP for short.
These ESPs ranged from hearing the heartbeat of a person in proximity to detecting the body temperature or smelling the scent of a target in clarity, including the areas where their scent is concentrated, such as the armpits.
The Peacekeepers would continue with their daily life as usual, not doing anything. However, they’ll keep a note of everyone they encountered that day, including everything they captured from their regular senses and their respective ESP.
Their Gold Inheritance Art was also slightly modified to have the same characteristic as Mystic Bone Art’s third phase, which was to consider the body as a Bone Slip, allowing them to never forget any information.
A portion of their Vara Human Avatar in the position of their head acts with the same purpose, storing every single detail from their observation. While heading to the office the next day, the Peacekeeper will record everything in a Vara Slip—the Information Slip equivalent for the Varahan Empire’s Free Humans—and place it in a designated folder.
These folders were different for every Peacekeeper, always maintained at locations with traffic. In Stalahh’s case, when she passes by the folder, she’d extend a stream of Prana into it and record everything in the piece of Vara within it.
She had no idea what happened after that. Information gathering was the only function of a Peacekeeper. Stalahh didn’t know of any Peacekeeper beside her. To avoid infiltrators from reverse tracking the Peacekeeper network after stumbling upon one of them, Yarsha Zahara made a note to ensure no one was aware of each other’s identity.
Following that, a unique folder was assigned to every Peacekeeper. And the person collecting the folders wasn’t aware of their purpose. The folders were encrypted in advance so that once the information was placed in them, they could neither be accessed nor detected.
It was an advanced application of a Glove Slip, which prevented even cultivators using the same cultivation technique to not detect an Information Slip. This ensured the confidentiality of the folders, which were typically regular appliances such as a chair, table, utensil, etc.
Depending on the setting, the appliance varied. In Stalahh’s case, the folder was a dustbin. Once the day ended, the dustbin would be sealed and sent to a waste disposal plant. There, among a team of quality checkers would be a hidden agent carrying an item capable of detecting the folder.
They’ll gather the folder and use an item similar to a Glove Slip, which can copy the information in the folder. Immediately in response, the data in the folder gets erased automatically.
Even in this apparatus, the data was encrypted. The hidden agent too was unable to access the information in it. He/she would gather all the folders at the waste disposal plant and send the folders to their original location.
Following that, the data in their possession would be sent to the capital. Moreover, to ensure they wouldn’t leak any information, Yarsha Zahara personally modified their Human Avatars to grant them a Nature.
Secondary Nature—Information Lock!
Every time they come in contact with a folder, the Nature of Information Lock activates, causing them to forget everything related to it once the time passes. The Nature had been wired to activate only in the presence of a folder and when it does, everyone in their Spirit Weapon range will subconsciously focus on something else and not stare in their direction.
Finally, once the data arrives at the capital, a group of people that don’t exist officially, also equipped with the Secondary Nature of Information Lock will access the data.
They lived in a secluded building, never leaving its premises for even an instant, working tirelessly on compiling the information gained through the Peacekeeper Network. They’ll tabulate the information on all citizens and verify records and the changes they experience on a daily basis.
Finally, if any changes appear that were different than the established norm, they’d be marked accordingly and monitored. In cases with a candidate deemed an infiltrator, a specialised team of Royal Guards with Gold Grade strength would be dispatched.
They’ll capture the infiltrator, extract all the information, and then neutralise them. Once unconscious, the infiltrator would be brought to Yamahara who would extract everything of value from their blood, intending to gain information on the plans of their enemies.
After that, the Royal Guards would dispose of the infiltrators.
Sitting at the top of the chain of Peacekeepers, Yarsha Zahara would constantly go through the data while taking advantage of her Mystic Grade brain, ensuring she was always aware of the changes to her Empire.
Unless one was aware of the established Peacekeeping Network, it was impossible to guard against them, including Inala.
“Four days later, I’m planning to attend a ball meant for married women like me.” Stalahh expressed her excitement, “I’m confident of being the centre of attention there thanks to your suit.”
“If you want more, feel free to ask me. I owe a lot to Wepetay since he was patient with me at the Noikatol Kingdom and gave me Vara even though I wasted a lot through my experiments.” Inala let out a gentle smile, “It takes me a lot of time to make one though, so you’ll need to ask me in advance if you want one.”
“No, no, I don’t intend to capitalise on your goodwill.” Stalahh hurriedly waved her hands, “Even though I have no idea about weaving, just based on the incredible work of art you’ve created, I’m sure it must have taken you incredible time and skill to make one. It’ll be cruel of me to ask for something like that.”
“Alright, let’s do it like this.” Inala laughed and continued, “When your children come to age and enter society, I’ll make an exclusive pair of suits for them, something they can wear for all functions of their adult life in pride.”
“It’ll be their personal brand.”
“Personal brand…?” Stalahh muttered as her eyes glinted, “Is something like that possible?”
“Yes,” Inala nodded, “I’ll be requiring a variety of Balghat wool for it, which you need to provide. But the creation process isn’t all that different from making a suit of one colour.”
“I would love that,” Stalahh exclaimed happily, “And my children’s eyes went round in amazement once they saw my suit in action. They became interested in the craft.”
“Really?” Inala asked in excitement, “What did they say?”
“Well…” Stalahh smiled wryly in response, “Since even the oldest is only four years old, I can’t say if the interest is genuine or not. But I am confident that the suit has made a lasting impression on them.”
“I’m glad if that’s the case.” Inala laughed as he stared at the sky, “As long as I can pass down all my skills to someone, I can die contently.”
“Oh please, you shouldn’t talk like that.” Stalahh said in concern, “You’ve entered the Body Stage. As long as you develop further, your lifespan will continue increasing.”
“Yes, but I’m not sure if I can do that.” Inala smiled helplessly, “I feel like I’ve hit my limit already.”
“But that’s impossible.” Stalahh retorted, “We have plenty of information to use for building our Human Avatar. Even the dumbest Free Human can blindly follow it and reach the peak of the Body Stage by the end of their life.”
“And Sir Binala, I don’t mean to be rude, but you don’t strike me as someone dumb enough to be stuck at the entry-level of the Body Stage.” Towards the end of her statement, Stalahh was almost angry, “You’re easily one of the most skilled individuals I have ever met in my life.”
“Problem doesn’t stem from my skill or capability, but my Spirit Container.” Inala said and patted his chest, “You know about the influence generated by cultivation techniques, right?”
“Yes,” Stalahh nodded, “But my husband said you’ve only used an Iron Grade Cultivation Technique before. He has gone through its information before and claimed that it’s extremely weak. Gold Inheritance Art can easily overpower that influence and generate its own.”
“If I had been at the Spirit Stage, then yes.” Inala said, noticing Stalahh’s surprise as he laughed, “It seems Wepetay forgot to mention that. Oh wait…I didn’t tell him this either.”
“You see…” Inala smiled wryly as he spoke, “I was at the 10-Life Stage before my Spirit Container shattered.” “The influence generated by Iron Sonic Art on my Spirit Container is at its peak thanks to the stack from my original 10-Life Stage cultivation.” Inala shook his head, “And that exceeds what Gold Inheritance Art can generate currently. So, reaching my current stage is pretty much my limit.”
He then stared at Stalahh, “Your husband had already confirmed my hypothesis.”
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