After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Herman raised his hand.

That's enough.

The woman in the white robe immediately pressed the button on the terminal.

Dozens of black and gold rays descended from above the hall, shooting straight towards Chen Ya's palm.

Zhou Ran gripped the hilt of the knife, a murderous intent rising within him.

The Taihuang Black Blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and a silent pressure spread out.

Hermann stared intently at him and warned:

"Don't move."

"This is an inheritance verification. If you cut it off, Sample Number One will lose its scabbard and go berserk on the spot."

Chen Ya also raised her hand and pressed down on Zhou Ran's wrist, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous.

"Let me finish reading it."

Zhou Ran frowned and called her name softly: "Chen Ya".

"It's giving me permission."

She looked at her hands, which were bathed in light, and spoke with an unusual calmness.

"I'll take a look and see just how many messes this island is hiding."

The black and gold rays entered her palm.

Chen Ya's body swayed slightly.

A deluge of data and images flooded into her mind like a burst dam.

The cryogenic chamber on the ninth underground floor of Baita Island.

Twelve imperial princes were sampled.

The algae pool on the seventh floor, which resembles a silver ocean.

The longevity operating room has six floors filled with sophisticated instruments.

The twelve soul coffins, with five layers serving as the energy core.

Those with special physical characteristics, imprisoned in glass rooms on the fourth floor, with vacant stares.

A three-tiered financial server matrix allows countless funds to flow through the system like ghosts.

The second-floor armed control room was filled with all kinds of heavy weapons.

A mountain of lawyer's letters, confidentiality agreements, false identities, and forged self-governance documents from the White Tower Council.

And, at the very bottom of all the data, there is a contingency plan encrypted with black-hat permissions.

[Plan for cleaning up Earth.]

Chen Ya closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her gaze was sharp, like a drawn sword.

Zhou Ran noticed that her knuckles, which were gripping the briefcase, had turned white from excessive force.

"Cut it off," he commanded.

Chen Ya raised her other hand and gripped the briefcase tightly.

"Wait a moment."

Hermann's expression revealed a hint of smugness.

He was certain that Chen Ya's mind had been overwhelmed by this massive torrent of authority and that she was on the verge of collapse.

If she can't hold on any longer, the system will automatically transfer the inheritance rights to the White Tower Council.

But the next moment, Chen Ya opened her eyes.

She walked straight to the head of the long table.

That was originally Hermann's location.

She picked up the name tag in front of Herman.

Chairman of the White Pagoda Council

She glanced at it only once before casually tossing the brand name away, as if it were a piece of waste paper.

Then she sat down.

Hermann's smug expression froze.

"Ms. Chen Ya, what are you doing?"

Chen Ya did not answer.

She raised her hand and swiped rapidly across the projection screen that appeared in front of her.

"The White Tower system has granted me three types of permissions in total."

"Category 1: Access to archive criminal evidence."

She tapped her fingertips lightly.

The white tower icon above the hall was immediately stained black and gold!

[All experimental records on White Tower Island: Forced backup.]

[Synchronized Nodes: Qinghui Medical Trust, Xia Guo Joint Investigation Team, Third Hall Yin Law Well, Global Public Evidence Database.]

The legal director of the White Tower suddenly stood up and exclaimed:

"You have no right to release information to the outside world simultaneously!"

Chen Ya gave him a cold look.

"The permissions were granted by your system."

"If you have any complaints, go and file a complaint with the system."

Her fingers didn't stop; she continued operating.

"The second category is asset freezing authority."

Another crisp system notification sound rang out, but it struck like a death knell in the hearts of every council member.

[White Pagoda Island account frozen.]

[Private trust accounts of White Pagoda Council members have been frozen.]

Overseas-related funds are frozen.

Funds related to Black Gull, Deep Blue, Fire Seed Club, and Eternal Life Club are now under audit.

Herman's wrist terminal emitted a piercing alarm!

A series of red freeze notifications kept popping up, filling the entire screen!

His private medical account has been frozen!

All of my offshore funds have been frozen!

Even the reserve funds intended for life extension projects have been completely locked up!

The woman in the white robe spoke in a trembling voice, almost on the verge of tears.

"Chairman, the Imperial Bone Factor cultivation project on the sixth basement level... has been cut off!"

Hermann's hands had prominent veins.

"Chen Ya!"

Chen Ya didn't even look up, her fingertips tracing across the light screen as if she were processing a routine financial statement.

"The third category."

"Life support takeover authority."

Her finger stopped on the last option.

Hermann's pupils contracted sharply!

"You can't order that!"

"Why not?"

"That's the core system of White Tower Island, involving samples, soul coffins, and the island's energy!"

"So it's even more important to order."

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Ya pressed the button.

The life support system on Baita Island has been temporarily placed under the care of Qinghui Medical Trust.

Priority reset.

[First priority: All registered victims of the experiment.]

[Second priority: Involuntary samples from cryogenic chambers.]

Third priority: Basic energy resources for the island.

[White Pagoda Council Member Life Extension and Maintenance Project: Authority Reduced to Minimum!]

The lights in the hall flickered violently, then suddenly dimmed.

Herman felt a tightness in his chest, as if an invisible hand were gripping his heart.

Below his neck, patches of grayish-black lines quickly appeared, like withered vines that had lost their nutrients, struggling to crawl out from under his skin, emitting a putrid stench.

The woman in the white robe screamed in terror, "The chairman's life-sustaining fluid supply is being cut off!"

Herman slammed his hand heavily on the table, leaving a deep palm print on the sturdy alloy surface!

"Take back the permissions!"

The general counsel's fingers flew across the tablet so fast they left afterimages, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"We can't get it back!"

"The system shows that Ms. Chen Ya is the highest priority succession observer. The council only has the authority to assist, not the authority to reject her application!"

"Then shut down the system!"

"No! Shutting it down will cause a simultaneous power outage in the nine cryogenic chambers, the five soul coffins, and the four victim containment areas! The samples will go out of control!"

Herman stared intently at Chen Ya, his eyes bloodshot.

Chen Ya finally raised her head, her voice steady and without any fluctuation.

"Didn't you just say that human life is a necessary price to pay?"

"Then turn it off."

Hermann's hand froze in mid-air, trembling slightly.

He dared not close it.

He knew better than anyone that once the White Tower system was shut down, the twelve imperial son samples would immediately awaken.

His own life-extending device will also completely stop operating within ten minutes.

Chen Ya picked up the communicator on the table and connected directly to Jiang Cheng.

Wang Pangzi's round face quickly appeared in the projection.

Behind him was the manor's main control room, where several demon soldiers were huffing and puffing as they carried a batch of Life Nails that had just been unearthed from underground.

"Mr. Chen, how's it going on White Pagoda Island? Did the negotiations break down? Should I take some men over there and break down the door?"

Chen Ya said, "No need."

"White Pagoda Island is temporarily under Qinghui's management."

Fatty Wang blinked, momentarily losing track of the rhythm.

"what?"

Chen Ya added succinctly, "This includes the island's energy, medical, freezing, accounting, and victim support systems."

Fatty Wang blinked again, looked at Chen Ya on the screen, and then at the pile of life-giving nails behind him.

"Mr. Chen."

"You've... turned the legacy of the evil god into bankruptcy reorganization?"

Xiao Rou nodded earnestly beside her.

"almost."

Fatty Wang was quite frightened and almost dropped the life-saving nail in his hand.

"I always said Mr. Chen wasn't suited for cultivating immortality."

"Cultivating immortality is too slow; she'd be better off directly acquiring the Heavenly Dao."

Chen Ya hung up the call.

Hermann's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.

Just then, the black eye on Sample Number One's chest suddenly started to move.

It stared intently at Chen Ya.

The cracks on the outer wall of the cryogenic chamber spread rapidly, making a creaking sound.

A new line of black and gold text replaced all the data and appeared on the main control screen in front of Chen Ya.

[Request for highest privileges.]

[Would you like to awaken Imperial Son Sample Number One?]

[Should the Blue Star Cleansing Plan be implemented?]

Chen Ya's finger stopped in mid-air.

Herman slowly sat back in his chair, the shock and anger on his face fading, replaced by an unusually calm expression.

"It seems the real choice has arrived."

On the main control screen, lines of black and gold text unfolded, each line exuding a cold, rule-like quality.

[Plan for cleaning up Earth.]

Objective: Eliminate the source of pollution.

[Scope of Judgment: Pollution of the Void Realm, Remnants of Ancient Gods' Decrees, Authority of Celestial Corpses, Accumulated Resentment in the Underworld, Alien Bloodlines, Remnants of Experiments Involving Special Physiques.]

[Execution method: Erasure.]

Estimated cleaning percentage: 73.4%.

[Probability of Earth's survival increased to 92%.]

There was no sound in the hall.