I am Master Maoshan

To be honest, Liu Jun never thought of himself as a very ambitious person, but he was forced into this position as a pawn.

In this position, any decision he makes could determine the life or death of tens of thousands of people, which puts him under immense pressure.

If he could, Liu Jun would rather lay down his burdens, wander around, and enjoy life.

For example, right now, he wanted to go out and wander immediately, even if it meant begging for a living. This thought lingered in his mind like an annoying fly.

He gazed at the azure sky outside the temple, where a few white clouds drifted lazily by, as if mocking him for being trapped in this magnificent golden cage.

"Sigh! After the initial excitement, the truth is that things turn tragic once you calm down," Liu Jun sighed.

The excitement of being warmly welcomed had long since vanished, and the thought of dealing with all sorts of messy things gave him a headache.

After coming down from the platform, he was pulled by Chu Liuying to the main hall. Chu Liuying's slender yet strong hands gripped his sleeves like iron clamps, leaving no room for refusal.

“Your Majesty, you must review the memorials now. For the past twelve years, I have dared to review them for you, but this cannot continue. You must do it yourself,” Chu Liuying said.

For more than a decade, he has truly devoted himself to the cause, working day and night to review memorials on behalf of Liu Jun.

To put it bluntly, those days were like a time when you seemed to be in control, but in reality, you'd be better off dead.

Liu Jun's return was like a lifeline; he finally saw the end of his miserable days, which is why he was so excited that he shed tears.

Liu Jun's mood was completely reversed; he looked like he had lost money and had a long face.

Because as far as the eye can see, there are densely packed bookshelves filled with memorials to the emperor. These memorials are piled up like mountains, almost reaching the beams of the roof.

To put it bluntly, at first glance, you'd think these were roof pillars.

Moreover, some of the memorials had yellowed and curled at the edges due to being piled up for too long. The air was filled with the smell of ink and the musty odor of old paper, making it hard to breathe.

"This scene seems familiar." Liu Jun's lips twitched, and he felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

He remembered the scene was the same when he first became the God-King, though it wasn't nearly as grand back then. At that time, the memorials only filled seven or eight bookshelves at most, but now they occupied both sides of the entire hall, almost completely blocking the aisles.

To put it simply, if no new memorials are sent, it would take him a month of non-stop work to possibly finish reviewing them all.

Liu Jun silently calculated in his mind: if he didn't eat, drink, or sleep for twelve hours a day, he could probably review about two thousand documents. But the ones in front of him... he counted in despair, at least sixty thousand.

And Che Lei, a cabinet minister he knew well, was naturally also transferred here. This loyal minister, who had aged prematurely, stood shakily to one side, holding a stack of urgent memorials that had been sorted in his hands, his full beard looking even more disheveled from days of hard work.

"Your Majesty, these are urgent reports of the disaster situation in various cities," Che Lei's voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that he had been working continuously for many days.

Fortunately, Che Lei helped; otherwise, even if Chu Liuying knew the Shadow Clone Technique and had the stamina of an ox or horse, she wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

This strategist, known for his iron-fisted approach, had heavy dark circles under his eyes, but still stood upright in the center of the hall, like a drawn sword.

Liu Jun noticed that the cuffs of his official robes were frayed, presumably from reading documents for days on end.

"Your Majesty," Chu Liuying's voice suddenly softened, "the Platinum Divine Realm and the Cold Water Divine Realm suffered severe disasters, and their national treasuries are empty. They need assistance from other divine realms, and this requires your approval for disaster relief." Chu Liuying handed over a memorial, the cover of which was somewhat yellowed, indicating that it had been sent some time ago.

But only Liu Jun can make this decision.

Although he had the support of the Holy Maiden Yan Li, he could only barely keep the four divine domains running, but he couldn't completely command them.

Liu Jun sighed and resignedly took the vermilion brush. Outside the window, a sparrow landed on the window frame, tilting its head and curiously observing the busy people inside the hall, before flapping its wings and flying into the free sky.

Staring at the sparrow, Liu Jun was a little lost in thought. When would this damn hard life end? He wanted freedom too!
"Furthermore, Your Majesty, I have not had a rest for twelve years and seven months. I would like to request a few days of leave." Chu Liuying bowed, his voice slightly hoarse.

His slightly raised face revealed dark circles under his eyes, and a few strands of white hair had appeared at his temples.

You have to understand, Chu Liuying is already a quasi-god king level expert. His hair has turned white, which shows how much his body has been overworked.

Liu Jun opened his mouth, wanting to refuse. He had just returned and was completely clueless. The Divine Lord's Palace was also full of complicated affairs. What would happen without this capable general in charge of the overall situation?

But when he saw clearly Liu Ying's bloodshot eyes and heard the precise month-number, the words of refusal swirled in his throat, but he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say them.

"Twelve years and seven months," Liu Jun murmured to himself, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of the dragon throne.

If this happened in the human world, which boss would dare to exploit his employees like this? He'd probably be dragged out and shot for half a month.

"Go on, get some rest." Liu Jun waved his hand weakly, his voice tinged with helplessness.

He noticed that the cuffs of Chu Liuying's official robes were frayed, likely from working at his desk day and night. "Your Majesty, I thank you!" Chu Liuying's voice trembled with emotion, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

He hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve, but this action made Liu Jun feel even more heartbroken—the cuff was still stained with ink from last night.

Seeing this, Che Lei's eyes darted around. Although he wasn't as overworked as Chu Liuying, he was still quite exhausted.

Since taking over the inner cabinet of the Divine Lord's Temple, all sorts of memorials have been falling into his hands like snowflakes, enough to break two desks. He secretly rubbed his aching back, pondering how to begin.

Liu Jun caught a glimpse of Che Lei's subtle movements out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but sigh, "You should take a rest too."

"Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty!" Che Lei immediately kowtowed to express his gratitude, his movements so swift that he feared the emperor might change his mind.

As he stood up, he gave Chu Liuying a wink, and the two of them quickened their pace in unison, almost tiptoeing as they retreated out of the hall.

Liu Jun watched the two figures disappear into the distance, his lips twitching incessantly. The two old rascals revealed their true colors the moment they stepped out of the palace gate—Chu Liuying ripped off his official hat and tossed it into the air, while Che Lei jumped up in a leap. The way they clung to each other, shoulder to shoulder, made them look like two mischievous children who had just escaped from school.

"Those two old geezers." Liu Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly, but then he heard cheers coming from outside the hall: "Finally, we can go fishing!" "I'm going to sleep for three days and three nights!" Then came a burst of unrestrained laughter, which startled the sparrows under the eaves and made them flutter away.

The chief attendant, standing nearby, couldn't help but whisper a reminder: "Your Majesty, both Lord Che and Lord Chu have left. These memorials will likely be difficult to organize."

Liu Jun frowned, his gaze falling on the mountain of memorials. Suddenly, he felt his neck begin to ache and his head was throbbing.

"Need any help?" The AI-powered system nimbly appeared next to Liu Jun, its dazzling lights flashing in the hall, making it particularly eye-catching.

The head eunuch was startled; he had never seen such a strange and unknown mechanical creation before. Fortunately, years of court life and rigorous training allowed him to suppress his gasp, though his face turned slightly pale.

"What the heck? Huh?" Liu Jun stared wide-eyed at the AI-powered system, his face filled with disbelief.

Those who see the AI-powered system, yes, why are Chu Liuying and the others overwhelmed by mountains of memorials every day? It's because the review speed is slow and the efficiency of manual processing is low, isn't it?
But what is this AI-powered No. 1? It's a super-technological product from an unknown realm! Even ordinary printers in the human world have multiple functions such as scanning and copying. How could such an awesome AI not be able to handle these tedious official documents?

"Of course we need help!" Liu Jun said quickly.

If Brain One is really willing to help, Liu Jun thinks it probably won't take too long to get it done, since super technology is all about efficiency.

"Don't panic, there are conditions. Even though I'm a machine, you wouldn't want me to work for free, would you?" The AI-powered No. 1's cheerful voice rang out.

"How could I possibly accept that?" Liu Jun said in a serious tone.

Are you kidding me? Does Liu Jun ever feel embarrassed? If his face were even worth anything, he'd cut it off and sell it.

"Good boy, you can do your own thing now," the AI-powered system immediately tried to slip away.

"Wait, wait, what are the conditions? Just tell me, and I'll definitely agree if you can do it," Liu Jun said without hesitation. As long as he could resolve some of the trouble with the memorials, the rest were minor matters.

"Build me a super space battleship." The AI-powered system suddenly made an outrageous request that left Liu Jun speechless.

"Go away and play somewhere else! This is the realm of gods, do you think I have the technology to build that for you?" Liu Jun rolled his eyes, secretly cursing in his heart.

Where the hell is this? This is the realm of gods! In the realm of gods, a world dominated by spiritual energy and spiritual power, building a super space battleship is simply a pipe dream.

However, the AI-powered No. 1 did not seem to intend to give up. Its body, which was flashing lights, turned slightly, as if it was considering other possible solutions.

"I'll give you a list, you help me gather the materials, and give me a larger space," the voice of AI-powered One sounded again.

Upon hearing this, a sly glint flashed in Liu Jun's eyes. This was a rare opportunity, and he immediately seized the chance to state his conditions: "That's no problem, but you can't just help me this once. You have to find an assistant to handle my memorials, and you can keep him here from now on."

After all, these memorials will surely pile up like mountains in the future. We can't just enjoy this moment of comfort and then ignore the future, can we?
The AI-powered system seemed to have anticipated Liu Jun's move and readily agreed without hesitation: "No problem, deal!"

Reviewing memorials would be an extremely tedious and laborious task, whether in ancient times in the human world or in the divine realm.

But for these intelligent brains with supercomputing capabilities, this is nothing more than a simple task, or even a very basic function.

Then, something amazing happened. The magnetic field around the AI-powered system began to subtly change, as if an invisible force was driving everything.

Then, one by one, the heavy memorials were automatically opened and scanned by the purple light emitted by the AI-powered system.

"Swish swish swish—" Under the purple light, these memorials seemed to come alive, and their contents were reviewed quickly and accurately.

At the same time, the word "read" was printed on every memorial, and some even had detailed processing instructions printed in the blank spaces.

The entire process was smooth and efficient, leaving one in awe of the power of this advanced technology. (End of Chapter)