My Imperial Advisor is ChatGPT

Deep within the pyramid's core control room, a mixture of strong acid corrosion, ancient dust, and ozone from the burnt state of some high-tech equipment filled the air.

The alien creature that called itself "God," the prototype of the so-called Pharaoh's guardian in Egyptian mythology, was now being held in mid-air by Xiang Yu like a plucked chicken, utterly humiliated.

The nano-protective suit he wore, once radiant and symbolizing divine authority, had been roughly torn apart by Xiang Yu, revealing pale skin covered with bluish-purple veins beneath. Without the protection of the crystal coffin and energy shield, this advanced life form, which had reigned supreme on Earth for thousands of years, appeared utterly vulnerable.

"Insolence...you lowly bunch..."

The alien was still trying to exert mental pressure with its golden eyes, emitting a low-frequency hum that gave it a headache.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap echoed crisply in the empty hall.

Xiang Yu withdrew his large, fan-like hand and wiped it on his battle robe with a look of disgust.

"Shut up." Xiang Yu frowned, looking at him like a disobedient prisoner. "Weren't you so capable just now? Lions and dried corpses, how come you can't even withstand a single blow from me?"

This slap not only stunned the alien, but also shattered the last bit of awe that everyone present had for "God".

Physical attack, real and effective.

Half of the alien's face swelled up visibly, and for the first time, emotions of "humiliation" and "fear" appeared in his once arrogant golden pupils. His proud mental control waves were completely ineffective against Xiang Yu, a single-celled organism whose mind was only focused on "war" and "wife."

"Don't kill him."

Ying Zheng stepped forward, and the tip of the Tai'a sword lifted the alien's chin.

"I have more questions for him."

Ying Zheng turned to look at Hu Hai, who was busy in front of a bunch of complicated instruments.

"Is it under control?"

Hu Hai was sweating profusely, holding two data cables he had taken from the "Giant Kun" and trying to force them into the console's interface.

"Father, these aliens' interface is too ingenious; it's actually a biological neural connection. Your Majesty, I'm using brute force to crack it... Ah! It's working!"

With a cheer from Hu Hai, the red light in the eyes of the twelve mechanical mummies around the hall, which had been twitching and trying to restart, completely went out. Like puppets with broken strings, they collapsed to the ground and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

"here you go."

Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked back at the alien.

"Now, only I am in charge in this room."

"Tell me, where is that 'superconductor'?"

The alien, his face swollen, forced a cold laugh through gritted teeth.

"Foolish... You think this is the end? This is just the beginning. My signal has already..."

"Snapped!"

Another slap in the face. This time it was Liu Bang who delivered it.

Liu Bang appeared out of nowhere, still holding the rubber hot water bottle that had played such a crucial role. Seeing Xiang Yu having so much fun, he couldn't resist joining in to try his luck, since defeating a "god" was something he could brag about for three lifetimes.

"His Majesty is asking you a question, don't give me that signal nonsense." Liu Bang had a smug, arrogant look on his face. "Tell me honestly, where is the treasure hidden? And, can you pry off the gold inlaid in this wall?"

The alien stared intently at Liu Bang. If looks could kill, Liu Bang would be ashes by now. As a high-ranking observer of the Galactic Commercial Alliance stationed on Earth, how could he have ever suffered such humiliation? Being beaten by a barbarian was bad enough, but now even a thug dared to ride roughshod over him?

"Below the throne."

The alien finally gave in, or perhaps his proud pride simply couldn't stand Liu Bang's dirty hands rummaging through his body looking for his wallet.

"That chair... is made from the room-temperature superconducting ore you wanted."

Everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to the floating throne in the center of the hall.

Previously, everyone thought it was some kind of anti-gravity device, but now upon closer inspection, the throne is a deep, dark blue color, as if a starry sky is sealed inside.

"This is good stuff!"

Hu Hai's eyes widened, and he threw down the data cable and pounced on it. He pulled out the ohmmeter he always carried and slung it on the chair.

"Zero! Resistance to zero!" Hu Hai's voice cracked with excitement. "Father! It really is a superconductor! And such a large piece! Enough to build ten anti-gravity engines for our 'First Emperor'!"

Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

"Move away."

"Take this chair and this alien with you, all of them."

"Xiang Yu, tie him up tightly. I want to take him back to Xianyang and hang him in that museum as its prized possession."

"This is called... a 'live specimen'."

……

Just as the Qin army was carrying out a "demolition-style" sweep inside the pyramids, a violent upheaval was taking place in the outside world.

Amidst the sandstorms of the Giza Plateau, a massive army is slowly approaching.

That was neither the Egyptian army nor the Anubis legion that had been decimated by the Qin army.

It was a sea of ​​red.

A bright red cloak, gleaming plate armor, a perfectly aligned square formation, and a golden eagle banner held high.

Roman legions.

Caesar sat astride a tall warhorse, reins in hand, brow furrowed. He had originally come here to take advantage of the internal strife in Egypt, intending to get a share of the spoils and, incidentally, discuss "cooperation" with the legendary Cleopatra.

But he never expected that he would witness a scene that would shatter his worldview.

"What...what kind of monster is that?"

Caesar pointed to the "Giant Kun" ship moored next to the pyramids in the distance.

Although the front of that 80-meter-long steel behemoth was smashed to pieces and still emitting black smoke, the mountain-like oppressive feeling still made the legs of Rome's most elite soldiers go weak.

Beside the "Giant Kun" were countless huge black wrecks, which were the shattered Sphinxes.

What shocked Caesar even more was that a huge black flag was flying over the ruins.

On the flag, a powerful seal character—Qin—was embroidered in gold thread.

"Your Excellency..." The adjutant beside him said in a trembling voice, "The scouts report that those are... Eastern chariots."

"A chariot?" Caesar felt his throat go dry. "You call that moving castle a chariot?"

"And...it seems they just...killed a god."

The adjutant pointed to the smoking pyramid.

Caesar remained silent.

As a Roman conqueror, he had seen countless powerful enemies: the barbarians of Gaul, the berserkers of the Germanic tribes, even the iron cavalry of Parthia. But he had never seen such power.

That was a power beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"The East..." Caesar murmured to himself, "That legendary land, said to be overflowing with gold and silk, actually possesses such a steel demon?"

Just then, a troop of cavalry charged out from the Qin army's position.

The one leading the group was Han Xin.

He wore his signature leather jacket and trench coat, rode a warhorse with goggles, and was followed by dozens of "Heavenly Army" guards carrying muskets.

Han Xin did not launch an attack. He rode his horse to the front of the two armies, reined in his horse, and sized up the Roman legions with the eyes of someone scrutinizing prey.

"Is that Caesar on the white horse over there?"

Han Xin held a large megaphone in his hand, and his voice carried far across the open field.

The interpreter in Rome quickly translated.

Caesar spurred his horse forward a few steps, displaying the majesty of a Roman commander.

"I am Gaius Julius Caesar. Who are you?"

"I am Han Xin, Chief of Staff of the Qin Heavenly Army."

Han Xin smiled, a smile that carried a hint of nonchalant confidence.

"My Majesty said he's in a good mood today and doesn't want to commit any more bloodshed. If you Romans want to watch the show, stay back. If you want to take action..."

Han Xin pointed to the "Giant Kun" behind him.

"Even though that thing's head was damaged, the cannon on its side can still fire."

As if to prove his words, the side panel of the "Giant Kun" suddenly flipped open, revealing a row of dark steam cannons.

"boom--!"

One of the cannons was test-fired.

A solid iron bullet whistled through the air and struck a sand dune several miles away.

The huge explosion sent up a cloud of yellow sand, and the entire ground trembled.

The Roman soldiers' horses neighed in fright, and their formation momentarily trembled.

Caesar's pupils contracted sharply.

The power of a single cannon shot is so great? If this were fired at the Roman tortoise formation that they were so proud of, wouldn't it be like smashing eggs?

Those who understand the times are wise. Caesar became one of the greatest emperors in history not only because of his bravery, but also because of his wisdom in assessing the situation.

"Pass on the order."

Caesar took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

"Put away your weapons. The entire army...retreat five li."

"Tell that Eastern general that Rome... comes with friendship."

……

Caesar's concession instantly eased the tense atmosphere.

Just then, the golden barge on the Nile River also docked.

Cleopatra, the Queen of Egypt, is now facing the most difficult choice of her life.

Her "god" has failed. And failed so thoroughly, so miserably.

She originally intended to use a borrowed knife to kill, causing the Qin army and the "god" to weaken each other, and then she would reap the benefits. But now it seems that this "knife" is too fast, so fast that she is afraid of cutting her own hand.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" the maid asked in terror. "Should we run away?"

"Escape?" Cleopatra looked at the black Qin banner, a resolute glint in her eyes. "Where can we escape to? Even the 'gods' have been captured; where in this world is safe?"

She adjusted her crown and revealed a smile that could captivate anyone.

"I won't run away."

"We're going to... 'entertain the troops'."

"Prepare the finest wine, the most beautiful dancers, and... bring out all the gold from the national treasury."

"Since we can't beat this dragon, we'll find a way... to ride on its back."

……

When Ying Zheng emerged from the pyramid, this was the magical scene he witnessed.

On one side were the Roman legions, ready for battle yet filled with awe; on the other side were the Egyptian delegation, singing, dancing, and bringing fine wine and food.

Meanwhile, Liu Bang, the social terrorist of the Qin Dynasty, was sitting between the Romans and Egyptians, holding a bottle of wine given by Caesar in his left hand and a basket of gold given by Cleopatra in his right (he dared not embrace Cleopatra, for fear that Xiang Yu would kill him).

"Your Majesty! You've come out!"

As soon as Liu Bang saw Ying Zheng, he jumped up and ran over with the basket of gold in his arms.

"We're rich! We've struck it rich!"

"That Egyptian woman is really rich! She brought this whole basket of gifts just to meet you!"

Ying Zheng glanced at the basket of gold, then looked at the alluring Egyptian queen in the distance, who was bowing gracefully to him.

"She's a smart person."

Ying Zheng commented calmly.

"Load that 'Superconducting Throne' into the car. That's our biggest takeaway from this trip."

"As for these people..."

Ying Zheng took off his dusty gloves.

"Since you're all here, let's have a meeting."

"Right under this pyramid."

"I want these two great powers, one in the east and one in the west, to know how the rules of this earth should be established from now on."

……

That afternoon, an unprecedented "meeting of the three leaders" was held next to the ruins of the Sphinx.

At a long table moved from the "Giant Kun" restaurant, Ying Zheng sat in the main seat. To his left was Caesar, and to his right was Cleopatra.

Holding the "Black Day" sword, which was as big as a door panel, Xiang Yu stood behind Ying Zheng like a door god, staring fiercely at Caesar as if he were looking at a piece of beef waiting to be slaughtered.

Caesar felt uncomfortable under the gaze, but he maintained the demeanor of a Roman commander.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Qin," Caesar spoke first, "your military might is astonishing. Rome is willing to acknowledge your hegemony in the East. We could even form an alliance and jointly divide this world..."

"To divide up?"

Ying Zheng interrupted him, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

"Caesar, your vision is too narrow."

"I summoned you here today not to divide up territory."

"I did it to... save my life."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, and Hu Hai immediately turned on a projector (alien spoils).

The image shows the black spaceship that crashed in the Kunlun Mountains, and... an alien base on the far side of the moon.

"Take a look," Ying Zheng said, pointing to the screen.

"While you're fighting tooth and nail over a few plots of land, they've already set up cannons right at their doorstep."

"That guy I arrested was just a doorman."

"The real wolf pack will arrive in ten years."

Caesar and Cleopatra watched the images, their faces gradually turning pale. Although they didn't understand the alien technology, the world-destroying power depicted in the images was something anyone could comprehend.

"You mean..." Cleopatra's voice trembled, "our god... actually wants to eat us?"

"It's not just about eating," Ying Zheng said coldly, "it's about harvesting. Like harvesting wheat."

"Therefore, I propose the establishment of the 'United Front of Humanity on Earth'."

"The Qin Dynasty is responsible for providing the technology and equipment."

"Rome was responsible for providing manpower and resources."

"Egypt..." Ying Zheng glanced at Cleopatra, "...take charge of logistics, and...extract all the oil from under your pyramids for me."

"Is this a deal?" Caesar asked.

"No." Ying Zheng stood up, the setting sun casting a long shadow behind him.

"That's an order."

"You may refuse. But when the wolves come, my Great Qin has spaceships to fly into the sky and cannons to fight back."

"And you..."

"All I can do is use that ridiculous short sword to pick the teeth of aliens."

silence.

Dead silence.

After a long while, Caesar slowly stood up, took off his helmet, and placed it on his chest.

"Rome...joins."

Cleopatra also rose gracefully and performed a complex courtly ceremony.

"Egypt...is willing to follow in the footsteps of the strong."

"very good."

Ying Zheng smiled with satisfaction.

"Liu Bang".

"Your subject is here." Liu Bang, who was hiding behind and secretly eating grapes, hurriedly ran over.

"Draft a contract."

"Make the terms more detailed. Especially the rights to extract oil and the rights to trade rubber."

"Now that we're family, we need to keep clear accounts."

Upon hearing the contract, Liu Bang's eyes lit up instantly.

"Alright! Your Majesty, rest assured, I guarantee they'll sign it willingly, even offering up their underwear... oh no, I mean, everything!"

……

Just as the three giants on Earth formed a historic alliance.

The alien observer, bound like a dumpling and thrown into a corner of the cargo hold of the "Giant Kun," was in a bizarre state.

Although his body was bound and his mouth was gagged, his brain was working at high speed.

He is laughing.

Although it wasn't visible on his face, deep in his mind he was laughing wildly.

"Foolish carbon-based life forms..."

"You think that's a superconductor?"

"That is indeed a superconductor."

"But it was also... an 'egg'."

"An egg of the 'Mechanical Queen' that can devour metal and incubate itself."

"You took it home..."

"We brought back the capital of the Great Qin, which had the richest metal resources."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Inside the warehouse, the dark blue throne shimmered slightly in the darkness.

A faint blue ripple, invisible to the naked eye, spread from the base to the deck of the "Giant Kun".

It did not take effect immediately.

It is waiting.

Waiting to enter Xianyang, a city with billions of kilograms of copper and iron and countless weapons workshops.

That's where it's best to incubate.

At this moment, Ying Zheng and his empire, immersed in the joy of victory, were completely unaware of all this.