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

Mo Wendao's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"One person can't beat that little emperor."

"I understand now."

"Every single one of his men is extraordinary."

"That Yue Dan, he killed 400,000 wolf riders all by himself."

"Those ten guards almost killed me."

"I can't compete on my own."

He paused, a hint of madness flashing in his single eye.

"Therefore, I need subordinates."

"I need someone to help me with my tasks."

"You're perfect."

Zhou Zhen's heart sank.

He struggled desperately, but an invisible force pressed down on him, rendering him unable to move.

"What are you going to do?"

Mo Wendao smiled.

That smile was so bright, it was unsettling.

"Don't be afraid."

"I just want you to become mine."

He raised his other hand, which was filled with a ball of blood-red light.

"This is a mark of our world."

"It's called the 'Blood Slave Mark'."

"Once you plant the seed, you will be my slave."

"You do whatever I say."

"If I say you must die, then you must die."

Zhou Zhen's expression changed completely.

"You dare—!"

Before he could finish speaking, the crimson light was already pressed against his forehead.

boom!

A sharp pain exploded in my forehead, as if countless needles were churning inside my brain.

Zhou Zhen's body convulsed violently, and he let out a suppressed scream.

But he couldn't move.

They could only endure that inhuman pain.

Mo Wendao stood before him, watching him struggle in pain, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Bear with it."

His voice was soft, as if he were offering comfort.

"It will be ready soon."

"Only a quarter of an hour."

A quarter of an hour.

For Zhou Zhen, however, it felt like a hundred years had passed.

When the pain finally subsided, he collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Mo Wendao squatted down and looked at his pale face.

"How are you feeling?"

Zhou Zhen looked up at him.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

But that hatred was quickly replaced by another feeling.

A deep, soul-deep fear.

And also—submission.

"Owner."

His voice was so hoarse that it was unrecognizable, yet he couldn't help but utter those two words.

Mo Wendao smiled.

He was laughing very happily.

"it is good."

He patted Zhou Zhen on the shoulder. "From now on, you're mine."

He stood up, staggered to the window, and looked out at the brightly lit palace in the distance.

"That young emperor never personally took action."

"Plus, such a prestigious background."

He paused, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

"Just give me the chance to hold off his men."

"That little emperor is nothing to fear."

……

Three months later.

Kyoto, the Imperial Palace.

The Imperial Study.

Yun Yi sat behind his desk, looking at the memorials in front of him.

For the past three months, he has hardly left the Imperial Study.

Road construction, disaster relief, tax exemption, pensions, defense deployment, troop training, official selection, and rectification of officialdom—

He personally oversaw every single matter, big or small.

It's not that I don't trust those ministers, it's just that only he can handle these matters.

Because only he could monitor the changes in the nation's fate at any time.

Only he knows which policies are effective and which are ineffective.

After three months, the national fortune of the Great Yan Dynasty has recovered from 50% at the time of the ascension to the throne to 78%.

The daily increase in national fortune has also increased from the original 50,000 to the current 78,000.

Although it has not yet returned to its peak, at least the people can live and work in peace and contentment, the borders can be stabilized, and the court can function normally.

"His Majesty."

Wei Long entered the imperial study and knelt on one knee.

Three months ago, after returning from Jiangnan, he stayed in Kyoto to oversee the training of the Loyal and Brave Guards.

"What's going on in Jiangnan?"

Yun Yi asked without looking up.

Wei Long shook his head:

"no."

"That woman has been hiding in the mountains for the past three months and hasn't come out even once."

"She's working tirelessly to produce that gene-enhancing fluid. According to our scouts, there are at least ten thousand enhanced warriors now."

Ten thousand.

Yun Yi nodded, his face expressionless.

Three months, 10,000 enhanced warriors.

That woman is indeed very patient.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Because he knew that the woman wouldn't dare to move now.

It's not that she doesn't want to move, it's that she's not confident.

Ten thousand enhanced warriors, that sounds like a lot.

But compared to Yue Dan, or even to the Marquis of Zhongyong, he is nothing.

She needs more.

We need more until we are confident of defeating him.

While she was building up her army, he was also building up the nation's fortune.

Three months, the nation's fortunes growing every day.

Coupled with the growth of national fortune brought about by various policies—

[Current national index: 6823470 points]

Six million eight hundred and twenty thousand.

Yun Yi's lips curled up slightly.

enough.

This national fortune is enough for him to strengthen the entire army of the Great Yan Dynasty.

That's enough for him to turn everyone who's willing to follow him into a superman.

That's enough for him to show that woman what despair is when she makes her move.

But he doesn't plan to take action now.

because--

He looked up and gazed out the window.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and people were coming and going on the street with peaceful smiles on their faces.

This is what he wanted.

It's not war, not killing, not a life-or-death cycle.

It is a time for living and working in peace and contentment.

It signifies national prosperity and peace.

It means that everyone can live a good life.

"Wei Long".

"Your subject is here."

"Continue the training of the Loyal and Brave Guards."

"Yes."

Wei Long stepped down.

In the imperial study, only Yun Yi remained.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

almost.

Once he has completely stabilized the country, once he has raised the nation's fortune to a sufficiently high level—

It's not too late to deal with that woman then.

Anyway—

He has plenty of time.

……

Two years later.

The Imperial Study.

Yun Yi sat behind his desk, holding a confidential report in his hand.

It was delivered by Weilong.

In Jiangnan, Mu Yu finally made a move.

But not an attack.

They sent an envoy.

ask to see.

Yun Yi stared at the letter requesting an audience and remained silent for a long time.

ask to see?

What is that woman trying to do?

He put down the letter and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

It's been two years.

The woman had completely moved underground.

Even now, it's difficult for him to get a message.

He had thought that so much time had passed.

Surely the other side will make some move by now.

But she still did not attack; instead, she sent an envoy to request an audience.

interesting.

Yun Yi's lips curled up slightly.

"Someone come here."

"exist."

"Let the messenger in."

A moment later, a young man wearing a white coat walked in.

He was in his early twenties, with delicate features and a respectful demeanor.

"This humble subject greets Your Majesty."

Yun Yi looked at him.

"So you're the messenger sent by King Tianyu?"

"Yes."

The young man looked up, his gaze sincere.

"My chief sent me here to ask His Majesty for a favor."

Yun Yi raised an eyebrow:

"What grace?"

The young man took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"My leader said—"

"She is willing to lead the Heavenly Works Army to submit to the Great Yan."

"I only beg Your Majesty to give her a place to stay."