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Chapter 356 I Love the White Empire

"Everyone can practice?"

Upon hearing what the citizen said, the exchange student from the Andromeda Galaxy looked in the direction he was pointing.

There was indeed a shelf there, fully stocked with white-covered books, priced at 15 Imperial Coins.

"Why is this book so expensive?" The exchange student couldn't help but ask, looking at the price of 15 yuan on the book.

"Because this is the first cultivation book to appear in the empire, and it was written by His Majesty the Emperor himself."

"Actually, the symbolic meaning now outweighs the practical meaning. The first manuscript was donated to the Imperial Museum by His Majesty's former personal trainer, Smith," said an Imperial citizen.

"You young people have no idea what happened in the Empire back then. Before His Majesty's rule, we had to maintain a high-intensity 8-hour workday. Our irregular lifestyles could even lead to diseases that threatened our health. It's nothing like now."

"I don't know what's going on, but online, a large group of young people are waving the banner of freedom, talking about things like multiple genders. They're just too full. If His Majesty were in charge, he would have slaughtered them long ago."

The citizen spoke with righteous indignation, as if he had been there before, making the viewers of the live broadcast aware for the first time that the emperor of the White Empire existed.

Before this, as foreign guests, they had no concept of Emperor Bai Ye.

All I know is that this guy seems to be very strong, having taken down the entire empire, but his presence has never been very noticeable.

Because he has never managed state affairs for a single day since ascending to the throne, his presence in the eyes of the newly arrived citizens of the empire is even less noticeable than that of Kingpin and Stark.

In the live stream, under the watchful eyes of viewers from other galaxies, he eventually returned pushing a cart overflowing with goods.

Because this was primarily a live stream aimed at other galaxies, these people had long been curious about Earth's mysterious civilization in the Milky Way, and the number of viewers was in the trillions.

In just a short while, he was overwhelmed by a massive amount of donations, and once he returned to his own civilization, he would become the world's richest man.

Watching his donation amount skyrocket, the exchange student happily pushed his fully loaded trolley back home.

But on the way back to the dormitory, I saw another exchange student dancing and gesturing happily in a hot pot restaurant.

Filled with curiosity and doubt, he moved closer and heard the other person's voice carried to his ears by the wind.

"I am Aurafu, from the Fornax constellation. This is my first day in the Empire!"

"I've come to the Empire! I've fallen in love with the Empire, and I can't leave. I've decided to settle here!"

"Listening to your conversation, I'm now speaking Imperial language in my sleep."

"Although I spent the first thirty years of my life in the Fornax constellation, I love the Empire, and I consider myself an Imperial citizen."

As he spoke, Aola Fu lowered his head and slurped up a mouthful of hot pot, then looked up and gave a thumbs-up, saying, "Imperial cuisine, Hao Chi!"

"Um..." The exchange student watched Aola Fu's performance on the live stream and fell silent. This guy hadn't chosen the same path as him.

If his target audience is netizens outside the White Empire, then Aolafu's chosen target audience is the citizens of the White Empire.

Thinking this, the exchange student relaxed: 'The White Empire's population is nothing compared to the entire universe's population; when the time comes to give rewards... hmm?'

Halfway through his thought, thanks to his excellent eyesight, he could see countless currencies flashing in front of that guy's lens.

Thank you to [吾名莫测] for the donation of 10000 Imperial Coins.

Thank you to Aunt Yu Shu for the donation of 648 Imperial Coins.

Thank you to [洛绫言星墨] for the donation of 5000 Imperial Coins.

Thank you to [Tongliao Zhenggeqi] for the donation of +1 Imperial Coin.

……

They stared in shock at the figures on Aola's account; any one of them was more than a month's allowance for an ordinary unemployed citizen of the Empire.

After shopping at the supermarket, he also realized the immense purchasing power of Imperial Coins. Every point of Imperial Coins can directly generate 1 ton of any substance, which is incomparable to other currencies.

"Wow, this track is so profitable! Even the seemingly powerful Imperials are easy to fool."

As the exchange student watched the amount of money being tipped in the other person's account, he thought to himself that maybe he could try to snag some tips during the next live stream.

Just as he was pondering this, a dark blue figure flashed by, and then he lost consciousness.

Crazy guy: "Aaaaaaah!"

Time Sea: "Host, look behind you!"

Ultimate white-haired fetishist: "Someone died!"

Inside the hot pot restaurant, Aola Fu was performing excitedly when he suddenly felt warm water droplets splash on the back of his head.

In the comments section of the live stream, everyone was telling him to turn back.

Instinctively, he turned around, and then vomited up the hot pot he had just swallowed.

Before him, an imperial citizen stood frozen, his face ashen, trembling violently, muttering helplessly, "It's over."

His body was covered in bright red blood, and large splatters of blood and flesh were scattered on the ground.

Looking at the citizen's pale lips and flushed cheeks, there was no doubt that he had driven too fast while intoxicated and hit the person.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

Aola Fu kept repeating these words to himself, feeling that the empire was too dangerous. Everyone here was a superhuman, and their interactions were more fragile than glass.

The camera footage of the exchange student being blown away was pointed directly at the scene of the accident, and countless netizens watched this scene unfold, with comments flying everywhere.

Most people were terrified by what they saw. Aola Fu felt his legs go weak and he couldn't stand up straight.

He had already realized what the water droplet that had splashed on the back of his head was.

That's blood!

Just as he was filled with terror, a blue portal suddenly opened, and a thirty-year-old man dressed in law enforcement uniform walked out.

The other party glanced down at the broken pieces on the ground, then looked at the trembling perpetrator and said, "The surveillance footage is very clear: someone died while jogging under the influence of alcohol. Any objections?"

"No...no." The young man's lips were pale, and he shook his head in frustration.

Today was supposed to be his 21st birthday, the legal drinking age in the area, so he subconsciously indulged himself a little.

Unexpectedly, a drunken stroll resulted in the death of a non-Imperial glass man.

"It's good that there are no objections. Considering that no one has been killed and this is your first offense."

"So now you're being punished by being confined to your home for a week, your university will issue a public reprimand, and you'll receive a major demerit."

"At the same time, the compensation will be deducted from your account. If it is not enough, you will be restricted from purchasing any goods until the debt is paid off."

The law enforcement officer said, waving his hand, "Go to jail willingly. Don't even think about escaping."

The young man nodded dejectedly, then walked into the spatial passage without looking back, never once glancing at the rubble beneath his feet.

"Wow! Killing someone... and all you get is a week of solitary confinement?" Aola Fu, who witnessed the whole thing, couldn't help but complain.

(End of this chapter)