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

That evening, in the Imperial Study.

The emperor sat alone under the lamp, holding a secret report in his hand.

The secret report came from the border and contained only a few lines:

"A 'son of the wolf god' has appeared in the grassland wolf tribe. He is about ten years old and can command countless wolf packs."

"He has united seventeen tribes, calls himself 'Tianlang Khan,' and is currently gathering troops."

Inside the imperial study, candlelight flickered.

The emperor stared at the secret report in his hand, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He had already read the first secret report three times.

"The son of the Wolf God... about ten years old... leading seventeen tribes..."

He put down the secret report and rubbed his temples.

Ten years old.

He was the same age as his son, who had practiced martial arts until he was exhausted.

Some people train desperately in the palace, while others lead thousands of wolves on the grasslands.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty! Urgent report from the border!"

The emperor's heart sank:

"Enter."

The second secret report was presented, the ink still wet.

"White Rock City in the North was attacked last night; all three thousand inhabitants perished."

"There are no signs of siege on the city walls, and the city gates were opened from the inside."

"Rumors spread among the people, all saying that 'the Great Yan Dynasty has lost its virtue, and disaster has befallen the heavens.'"

The emperor's hand, gripping the secret report, tightened slightly.

None survived.

More than three thousand people.

The city gate opened from the inside.

What does this mean?

Someone opened the city gates and let the enemy in.

But who could possibly cause the entire city to perish, with not even a messenger escaping?

Before he could think it through, the third secret report arrived.

"Urgent report from Jiangnan Circuit: Popular uprisings have broken out simultaneously in Linzhou, Xuanzhou, and Huzhou."

"The rebels wielded strange weapons—about three feet long, made of iron pipes, capable of spitting fire and firing projectiles, with immense power."

"The local garrison launched three suppression campaigns, all of which failed."

"More than two thousand people were killed or wounded, and the bandits' power grew even stronger."

An iron pipe capable of spitting fire and launching projectiles.

The emperor's knuckles turned white as he gripped the secret report.

He was emperor for twenty years; what kind of things hadn't he experienced?

He weathered border conflicts, court infighting, and natural and man-made disasters.

But each of these three secret reports tonight indicates that the fate of the Great Yan Dynasty is sealed.

A "son of the wolf god" appeared on the grasslands, capable of driving away ten thousand wolves and uniting seventeen tribes—this was a natural disaster.

In the northern city of White Rock, over three thousand people perished overnight, and the city gates opened from the inside—this was a man-made disaster.

Simultaneous uprisings broke out in three provinces south of the Yangtze River. The rebels were armed with iron pipes that could spew fire and shoot projectiles—what... is this?

He looked up at the night view outside the window.

The flickering candlelight cast his face in shifting light and shadow.

"deliver an imperial order."

"Your subject is here."

In the darkness, a figure appeared silently.

This is the emperor's most secretive force—the Shadow Guard.

No one knows how many of them there are or where they came from; they obey only the emperor.

"Investigate the grassland wolf tribe, what is the origin of that 'son of the wolf god'?"

"Investigate Baiyan City, find out exactly what happened that night, who opened the city gates, who the enemy was, and why not a single one of the three thousand people escaped."

"Investigate the rebels in Jiangnan. Where did those fire-breathing iron pipes come from? How many were there? Who made them?"

"Yes."

The shadow guard disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never been there.

The emperor sat back down at his desk, staring at the three secret reports in front of him.

He suddenly remembered what Lao Shi had said at the martial arts arena earlier that day.

"Your subject wants to become stronger."

"Protect the Great Yan, protect Father Emperor."

The eyes of the ten-year-old child were surprisingly bright when he said this.

He took it as childish talk at the time.

but now……

The emperor shook his head.

Lao Shi is still a child; no matter how hard he tries, he can't change anything.

What truly unsettled him was the underlying message conveyed by these three secret reports—

Someone is making plans.

Trouble strikes simultaneously in the grasslands, the northern border, and the Jiangnan region.

Not a coincidence.

Someone is planning a grand scheme on his land.

……

At the same time, Yun Yi was not asleep.

He lay in his bedroom, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I practiced martial arts for three hours during the day and was so exhausted that my whole body felt like it was falling apart.

Fortunately, with the nation's fortunes protecting us, this fatigue will soon dissipate.

I'll practice for another hour and then go to sleep.

Just as he was thinking this, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[National fortune +1 today, current national fortune: 3652 points.]

[National fortune fluctuation detected: The overall national fortune of the Great Yan Dynasty is -3%.]

Yun Yi was stunned.

Fluctuations in the nation's destiny?

Overall national fortune -3%?

What's going on?

Yun Yi lay on the bed, his mind racing.

The fate of a nation is not something that belongs to him alone.

His personal national fortune was accumulated bit by bit, like "pocket money that came with his princely status."

But the entire Great Yan Dynasty has its own destiny.

That is the sum of the nation's fortune, the people's will, and its destiny.

Now, the total has fallen by 3%.

What does it mean?

This means something bad has happened in this country.

And it's not a trivial matter.

Yun Yi turned over and sat up.

"Something's happened... what could it be?"

He thought for a moment, then got up, put on his clothes, and pushed open the door.

The eunuch on night watch outside the door was startled:

"Your Highness? Where are you going so late?"

Yun Yi didn't turn around, only leaving behind the sentence:

"Couldn't sleep, so I just took a walk."

The eunuch dared not stop her and could only watch helplessly as the small figure disappeared into the night.

Yun Yi hadn't gone far.

He found a rock behind an artificial hill in the Imperial Garden, sat down, and looked up at the moon in the sky, which was missing a corner.

The nation's fortunes fell by 3%.

The entries don't lie.

But the question is, what can he do now?

A ten-year-old prince doesn't even have the right to leave the palace, let alone interfere in court affairs.

All he can do is keep practicing, keep waiting, and keep accumulating that 1 point of national fortune every day.

"3652 points."

He silently repeated the number in his mind.

Enough to enlighten ordinary things three times.

Enough to train thirty-six personal guards.

What can it do?

There's never enough.

He remembered the system's last hidden condition—[When the host becomes emperor, all permissions will be granted].

proclaim oneself emperor.

His father is forty-two years old this year, in good health, and can still work in the Imperial Study until midnight every day.

proclaim oneself emperor?

It will be at least another twenty or thirty years before his father passes away.

By then, those nine reincarnators would have already gnawed his bones clean.

I need to do something.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

Yun Yi sat behind the artificial hill for a while, then suddenly got up and walked in another direction.

This is not the way back to the palace.

The night watch eunuch followed from a distance, not daring to ask any questions, and could only jog to catch up.

Where is the Tenth Prince going?

Yunyi walked very steadily.

It's been ten years, starting seven years ago.

He gets up at dawn every day, and the first place he goes is the martial arts training ground.

Zhou Xiong, the instructor of the Imperial Guard, was a veteran in his forties who had fought on the border for twenty years and had no fewer than thirty scars from knives and arrows on his body.

Later, he injured his knee and walked with a slight limp, so he was transferred back to Kyoto to become a coach.

This man was the toughest guy Yun Yi had ever met.

He was also the first person Yun Yi "tamed".

—By the grace of Heaven.

It took Yunyi a long time to figure out the effect of that entry.

Anyone who opposes you will be suppressed by your luck, increasing their chances of making poor decisions; anyone who follows you and is loyal to you will have their luck improved and opportunities increased.