He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The fate of 180,000 nations.

50,000 points are earned every day.

Yun Yi's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the dragon throne, making a soft tapping sound.

not enough.

In recent years, 400,000 iron cavalrymen on the grasslands have been eyeing the land covetously, 150,000 Heavenly Craftsmen in Jiangnan have been poised to strike, and the demonic cultivator in the northern border who slaughtered 41 cities is nowhere to be found. In addition, there are five reincarnators whose whereabouts are unknown. The national fortune of the entire Great Yan Dynasty has been damaged by 50%.

He needs to fix all of these one by one.

"Rise."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The officials rose and stood with their heads bowed.

No one dared to look up at the boy on the dragon throne.

It wasn't out of fear, but because of the invisible imperial pressure that made them instinctively want to submit.

……

Grassland, royal tent.

The Heavenly Wolf Khan sat cross-legged on a wolf skin, toying with a bone whistle in his hand.

Outside the tent, the howls of wolves rose and fell.

Four hundred thousand wolves and four hundred thousand iron cavalry await his command to conquer the Central Plains.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

Those vertical pupils contracted slightly as they looked south.

"The Great Yan...has changed emperors?"

He muttered to himself, a playful smile playing on his lips, "The Tenth Prince, Yun Yi? Thirteen years old?"

He stood up, walked outside the tent, and looked at the gray sky to the south.

"The Reincarnated One".

He concluded almost instantly, "Ascending the throne at thirteen—who else could it be but a reincarnated being?"

He reached out and gently stroked the head of the giant wolf beside him.

The giant wolf lowered its head meekly and let out a low whimper.

"interesting."

Sirius Khan's smile grew even brighter. "With such a good background, he's probably just an ordinary person with some strategy."

"In other words, this Yun Yi is the weakest of the ten reincarnators."

He raised his head, looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with disdain.

"The weakest one chose to ascend the throne at this time—is he already confident he can sweep us aside?"

"What a pity, little mouse."

You never know what you're going to face.

He waved.

"Issue the order—head south in three days."

……

Jiangnan, Tiangong Army Camp.

Mu Yu stood in front of a newly built workshop, looking at the huge, dark-colored machine in front of her.

Mecha.

A real mecha capable of flying.

In just one year, she led three thousand artisans and single-handedly pushed the world's technological level forward by a thousand years.

Of course, this is not her area of ​​expertise—her main field is genetic engineering.

Even so, she had some knowledge of the theory behind mechs.

"leader!"

A bodyguard rushed over, knelt on one knee, and shouted, "Urgent report from Kyoto—"

Mu Yu took the intelligence report and glanced at it.

Then she froze.

"Yun Yi... has ascended the throne?"

She stared at the name, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Thirteen years old.

He ascended the throne at the age of thirteen.

"The Reincarnated One".

She came to the conclusion almost instantly, "Absolutely right, it must be a reincarnator."

She crumpled the intelligence report into a ball and casually tossed it into the brazier next to her.

"Your Highness."

"Born into such a good family."

She paused for a moment, then said, "In other words, he is the weakest of the ten reincarnators."

After all, she couldn't imagine anything more prestigious than the status of a prince.

……

north.

A city that has just been massacred.

Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Mo Wendao stood on the city wall, clutching a still-beating heart in his hand.

He ate while looking at the intelligence report in his hand.

"He's ascended the throne?"

"Thirteen years old?"

He raised his head and looked south, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"The Reincarnated One".

He said softly and calmly, "Ascending the throne at thirteen, plus that age—he is undoubtedly a reincarnated being."

He swallowed the last of his heart and licked the blood off his fingers.

"The strong are reborn as commoners, and the weak are reborn as nobles."

He paused, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips. "I am Venerable Mo Wen, so I was almost killed by those ten bowls of abortion medicine at birth."

"In this world devoid of spiritual energy, I have no choice but to consume the flesh and blood of my blood relatives to refine my body."

"Forcing physical training before the body is fully developed."

"Endure that excruciating pain."

He looked down at the mountain of corpses piled up below the city.

"I slaughtered forty-one cities and killed 270,000 people before I barely managed to achieve the perfection of body refinement."

"What about that young emperor? Has he ever killed anyone?"

He shook his head.

"no."

"He's never even seen blood."

"What right does this piece of trash have to compete with me?"

"Why do they live such a comfortable life?"

He raised his head and looked south, and a hint of emotion finally appeared in his eyes—greed.

"Kyoto...I heard it has a population of 500,000."

"The blood and energy of 500,000 people should be enough for me to attempt a breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage, right?"

He licked his lips.

"Perfect, saves me the trouble of traveling from city to city."

He leaped off the city wall and landed among the corpses.

"After slaughtering a few more cities to solidify my cultivation level, it'll be about time to set off."

"Little Emperor, wait for me."

……

A wealthy family.

A young boy sat in the garden pavilion, holding a book in his hands, his expression serene.

His name is Zhou Zhen.

In this world, his name is Zhou Yulang, the only son of the Zhou family, the richest family in Jiangnan.

Living in luxury, surrounded by servants, one can enjoy all the riches of the world without having to do anything.

But he knew this was not what he wanted.

Thirteen years ago, he was transformed from a legendary assassin in a magical world into a baby in this world.

Thirteen years have passed.

He did nothing.

He spends his days reading, admiring flowers, and drinking tea, living like a true rich young master, just waiting to die.

Because he knew that this world had no spiritual energy, no magic, and no extraordinary power.

His prized assassination skills, stealth techniques, and poison formulas all became useless here.

All he could do was wait.

Let the stronger ones make the first move.

Wait until they reveal a weakness.

Wait until they are both severely injured in the fight.

Then—a single, decisive blow.

"Young master."

A servant hurried over, bowed, and reported, "News has come from the capital: the new emperor has ascended the throne."

Zhou Zhen raised his head:

"A new emperor?"

"Yes."

"The tenth prince, Yun Yi, is thirteen years old and ascends the throne today."

Zhou Zhen was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, as faint as ripples on a lake, fleeting and ephemeral.

"Ascended the throne at the age of thirteen..."

He murmured to himself, "The one who reincarnates."

He stood up, walked to the edge of the pavilion, and looked north.

That's the direction of Kyoto.

"With such a privileged background, he must be the weakest among the ten."

He paused, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "But the weakest one chose to ascend the throne."

"interesting."

He turned around and looked at the servant behind him:

"Prepare the car."

"Where are you going, young master?"

"Kyoto."

The servant was stunned:

"Young master, the master instructed that you must not..."

"I'll speak to the master."

Zhou Zhen interrupted him, his tone still calm but unquestionable, "Go prepare the car."