In the Etherium Alliance Headquarters, Liam had a headache looking at the piles of documents in front of him.
The massive influx of the blood race—the name he coined for the people of the Blood Ragnarok Realm—had pushed the Etherium Realm to the brink of collapse.
From issues with living space, resource allocation, treatment, transportation, and more, everything was a mess.
Fortunately, the Etherium Realm still had a solid foundation.
Thanks to the Realm's control and investment over thousands of years, they could hold on for a while longer.
However, if this continued for hundreds or even thousands of years, the Etherium Realm would surely fall apart—especially with the recent spike in the birth rate.
The people of the Etherium Realm seemed to be more fertile than in the past.
Even his father and mother were busy considering another sibling for him, making him sigh.
"Huh…" He frowned in worry as he began to think of a solution.
