Chapter 1139 – Season 3 Arc 8 Start – Carving up Land<h1></h1>


    It took a whole month to clean up the mess of the Order of the Golden Rose.


    What they had in ce previously was primitive in every way. Local militias acting as the enforcement of centralized guidelines was an administrative system that belonged in the Middle Ages. What had kept this territory together had been momentum, the incorruptible zealotry of the militants and the uracy with which the Order’s seers could sense lies. Had John waited, the whole thing would have either folded in on itself within a few years or William would have spontaneously discovered a love for bureaucracy.@@novelbin@@


    Given that even if John had lost, the Order would have enlisted Fusion’s officials to arrange the administration, it was clear what would have happened.


    The good news was that the territories were already pacified. A lot more pacified, it had to be admitted, than any of the territories John had taken over. Reason for this was the duality of the aforementioned seers and the Order’s lower threshold for capital punishment. Lower poption density likely also yed a role, but fundamentally credit went to the Order. Turned out that cleansing a poption thoroughly of all remotely criminal elements and pulling the rest into a religious worldview was a form for rapid stabilization. A pretty risky one, if executed callously. It was easy to identally round up innocents in the process and acquire the ire of the remaining locals in the process.


    Although John still insisted that there were more there that could have been redeemed, atrge the Order had done a splendid job at creating a swathe ofnd ripe for governance. During the entire month, there was no single incident of a very ring popping up and all other sorts of crime were squarely under the average of the rest of Fusion.


    Problem was that there was basically no one left in those areas that could serve even as an intermediate governor. Any kind of guildying im to certain areas had been crushed and dissolved, many of their higher ups ending up dead, self-exiled, or recruited by the Order, depending on luck and level of ‘purity’.


    So, while John had been handed the optimal situation to carve a few states out of the area, there were no officials left or to be found to do it for him. Fusion’s own core administration was still fledgeling, stretching it out to administer andmass about half the Federation’s new size would have caused problems everywhere else. He couldn’t use the military either, since those forces were still needed to upy the formerly Lorylim-afflicted areas.


    To put it bluntly: Fusion was suffering from sess. It was growing faster than manpower demands could be met and this sudden, massive expansion, brought it near the breaking point.


    The Gamer had to do all of it either personally or closely observe the procedures. Even with two bodies, keeping everything moving forwards took almost all of his time. He had to negotiate details with William and Moira. Thetter was now a lot more closely involved in the leading process. It seemed that the reveal how much more powerful than him she was had humbled William in terms of his leadership. It hadn’t caused his behaviour towards John to change though.


    Beyond them, John had to travel through the entire territory and personally take stock of what was happening. This was another point that made setting up the administrations terribly difficult: data. The Order had been sopletely focused on punishing the wicked, they had never done a census. Data relevant to military operations was abundant, such as enemy locations, leaderships, and such. Everything the Order had excessive data on was already crushed under their heel though. At best, John could use the reports as clues where to try and find concentrations of Abyssals.


    Jack was driving around in the Cadic, locating Abyssals, asked them about their local situation, did a rough headcount, where they would like the border of theirmunity to be, and where he might find the next settlement. All that information was thenpiled by John, who had to fly, teleport, and drive all over the ce in parallel. Other internal affairs didn’t just stop because he was busy over there. The Lake Alliance held their elections, reshuffling the entire bnce of power in the House of Commons. Notably, Emrik seeded in bing Speaker of the House. John barely had an idea how that happened, even if it didn’t surprise him. Hepletelycked the time to look into it or take countermeasures, if he had even wanted to do that.


    He would have to deal with that, just like he would have to deal with the new party bnces,ter.


    Thepiled data was used to set up basic districts. Districts were then assigned to either him or Momo for initial administration. Gradually, those districts were reshaped, merged, separated, and generally finalized into areas with roughly equal poptions. That entire process was made so much easier by Scarlett’s help. The rest of the haremettes tried to support however they could, but few of them had the necessary knowhow. Often, the best way they could support him was to go about their regr business and make his currentck of public appearances less jarring.


    When it finally got to drawing state lines, things were a lot easier. The Order had ttened whatever grudges had been present and the local culture could generally be described as ‘Abyssal American’. That was to say, the people across the entire strip shared that they had grown up in the area, spoke English, and had a general inkling that they wanted to be safe and have consistent freedoms. They also shared various degrees of faith in the Lady. This had less to do with how long the Order had been in control of an area and more how many soldiers had stayed somewhere for a prolonged period. Spreading the word of the Lady, which really was just attaching a bunch ofrgely beneficial messages to Gaia’s name, fell on pretty fertile soil with people who had just been freed of the vers by gleaming knights.


    This meant that John could draw the state lines almost however he wanted, as long as he respected the guilds around the borders. None of them particrly cared who they did or didn’t share a state with.


    After the state borders had been decided, the entirely less straightforward process of setting up institutions started. Easiest to find were police forces and even that was a pain. John had to strike a deal with William to disband part of his newly recruited forces and let them work as local police for five years, after which they would get additional funding to set up the local chapter of the Order. With that, he practically institutionalized the Order into thew enforcement of those areas. Likely, that would only amp up the local zealotry, at least in the police department. The upside was that this would make them additionally resilient to corruption. The downside was that those areas would likely turn out to be hell to live in for anyone who had even the slightest ‘screw the rules’ attitude.


    It wasn’t John’s preferred solution to the problem, butw enforcement and administrators didn’t appear out of thin air if he rubbed his hands together. As Otto von Bismarck had said: “Politics is the art of the possible, the attainable – the art of the next best.”


    Zealous police officers were better than no police officers. Those were attainable and so John went with it. Future historians would doubtlessly chide him for setting up blockades to free thinking in those areas. They would factually be right. The best of them would also see that he wasn’t spoiled for choices. If he did his job right, he would still be around to exin all of that.


    As for finding administrators, he had to go with a parallel solution. He didn’t have enough locals willing to do the job and he couldn’t draw them out of already stretched thin offices in the remaining Federation. What he could do was take officials out of a select few less stretched areas, the Lake Alliance, Marnd and Florida primarily, give them a massive pay raise for the duration of their stay, and ce the hopefuls from the new states in those empty spots. That would cause some disruption in those administrations, but they could take it. After a few months or years, the officials would change back. State administrations would bergely built by then and the style of Fusion’s administration would be ingrained in the new bureaucrats.


    All of that would take time though.


    If there was a blessing in any of this, it was that the effective pacification meant that even with only half-effective governance, the areas would remain content for a while. Additionally, because John’s ability applied taxes automatically, one of the vital (and most hated) branches of government didn’t have to be set up in the first ce, further alleviating the efforts.


    Thest point John urgently had to deal with during all of that was the actual role of the Order of the Golden Rose. As discussed with William, they were given an area of the map to themselves. On encouragement of his daughter, the Lord-Protector insisted on a ce by the sea rather than ind. It would simply allow them a greater mobility and there was no reason why the Order should be confined to helping people essible bynd.


    Because John had agreed to help them set up wherever they would end up, this meant he had to aid them in moving their entire mansion. They had done it before, but even with his help getting that done in a month was a terror. The Gamer also ced an endless range teleportation outpost there. That was his seventh and he had ten slots before he had to buy additional ones with GP. Better to keep awork over the entire continent so he could get where he needed to be in a reasonable time.


    And when that was finally done, the new map of Fusion looked like this.


    In total, there were nine new states, including the dependent territory of the Order, and Pacificia had been expanded slightly to the west. There had been no other reason for it than John wanting the borders to look as clean as possible. That was the beauty of being able to draw his own internal borders however he liked. The Crest states could surely be fixed up at ater date.


    When it came to the names, John was dissatisfied on various levels. Typically, William had suggested something and John hadn’t had any better retort than, “I don’t like that.” Which, given that his own suggestions would have been the name of the states that shared the same space in the real USA, was not a good enough suggestion. Especially when initial polling on the names William suggested wasrgely positive. Not a surprise with what remained of the locals. The names were especially on the nose where the Bible Belt intersected with the former Order territory. Even Abyssals weren’t protected against picking up a level of religious affinity through proximity, it seemed.


    Even the Lord-Protector hadn’t been brazen enough to suggest New Brighton though. That had been spawned by the locals all on their own.


    It bothered John. It bothered John a lot. He was the ruler over all of this and yet there was no ‘John’s Field’ or ‘Newmanshire’. As far as he was concerned, that was an inappropriate thing to demand. Yet, he really, really wanted it. Perhaps he could get some balls rolling down the line to make that happen. Preferably in the spot where Washington state was located in the mundane world. It would have a certain poetic justice to it.


    Even if he didn’t like the names and was envious of New Brighton, John couldn’t deny the Order the cultural impact their conquests would have. They did make his work a lot easier, letting him annex a third of the USA in one swoop, and protesting on the names would just earn him the ire of the people living in those ces. That would have been worth it if his goal was to break the back of the religious sentiments. However, ‘Lady Worship’ or whatever the Order called its faith, was argely beneficial framework of being. Trying to eliminate or even hinder it would be more trouble than it was worth. Especially since he just arranged the way the Order would spread its chapter through Fusion.


    This would also, probably, be thest chance to try and stomp out this religious movement before it seeped into every other region of Fusion. Once they were spread around the states, there was no stopping this. With all the leaning John did on the Order’s work and people to keep this annexation as smooth as it did go, he would have been ill-advised to do so.


    Whether they would be treated more like Jehova’s Witnesses or regr Christians, time would tell. For all he knew, the Order would schism into a more lenientmonly practiced variant and the militant faith of the current Golden Rose. That was a problem for John decades from now. With all of this work done, he finally had time to turn his attention elsewhere.


    Through all the work, two things had irked him. One was hisck of ‘levelling time’, which really meant that he hadn’t had enough time to fuck to get his daily max out of Experience of Love. The month that could have gotten him a total of 15 levels had only allowed him to get a total of 7 done. Not that gargantuan of a loss, but enough to annoy him. Generally, there had been a totalck of grinding.


    Then there was the matter of Delicia. Obviously, with the Perk acquired just before the annexation, he now had an avenue to get what he needed to save the shortstack alchemist. Such an Adventure would take time though. He hadn’t even had the chance to figure out the correctbination of words to maximize his odds.


    Much as it bothered him, his ambition to conquer North America outssed his ambition to ovee Romulus in one single matter, just as the necessity to ensure the proper governance of tens of thousands was more important than the life of an individual he barely knew. Had Delicia died before he had gotten done with this task, he would have been seething.


    Luckily, there was still time.