Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Amidst the clamor and angry shouts, she stretched out her slender fingers, gently picked up the heavy invitation, and carefully read the seemingly polite words, which were actually full of unquestionable implications.

Unlike the excitement and indignation of the others, Phoenix's beautiful face appeared unusually calm, like a deep pool.

She couldn't help but recall the calm and powerful figure in the library, with eyes as deep as the starry sea. Comparing this to the grand statement in the invitation about "ending the chaos, establishing order, and jointly resisting foreign enemies," she felt a sense of inexplicable agreement and reflection.

The underworld is plagued by constant warfare, with various races waging war, rivers of blood flowing, and people suffering immensely. It truly needs a powerful figure to end this chaotic vortex.

Perhaps, sitting down and talking to find a new way to coexist is really better than endless fighting and internal strife.

But she knew that her ideas, which were considered heretical by her clan, would be absolutely unacceptable in the current atmosphere of fervent advocacy for war, and might even be condemned as cowardly traitors.

She silently closed the invitation and tucked it into her bosom. A resolute glint flashed in her azure eyes, and she had already made a bold decision in her heart.

She wanted to go to the wolf clan herself to see the situation and meet the Hades who had caused the massive waves.

Observe his style of doing things, feel the atmosphere under his rule, and see what kind of existence he really is, whether he is truly capable and willing to bring long-lost peace and order to the underworld, as stated in the invitation.

By then, it won't be too late for her to persuade her father, the patriarch and marshal of the Phoenix Clan, based on what she has seen and heard.

There may still be room for maneuver in the face of this impending storm.

Chapter 9 The New Order

Soon after, the leaders of many races in the underworld, filled with trepidation and unease, gathered at the newly renovated wolf clan settlement.

The once barren and desolate land now reveals a sense of orderly vitality.

Rugged but sturdy stone buildings have replaced the dilapidated camps of the past, and along the orderly roads, you can even see carefully tended plants unique to the underworld, with dark flowers swaying in the breeze and emitting a faint glow.

The wolf warriors, clad in uniform armor, silently guarded their posts. Their eyes were sharp and focused, no longer displaying the madness and vigilance driven by the pressure of survival, but rather a composure based on strong self-confidence.

All these changes silently demonstrate the will and power of the new master.

The venue was set up in a newly opened, spacious square.

The clan leaders, who arrived one after another, exchanged complex and unspoken glances.

Many races are long-standing sworn enemies, and if they were to meet in the wilderness in the past, it would surely be a bloody battle to the death.

But at this moment, on this land shrouded in the majesty of the Nebula Body experts, they merely nodded slightly or simply avoided eye contact. The air was less tense than before, and instead filled with a sense of shared misery and caution.

They were filled with confusion and disbelief, and whispers rippled through the crowd.

"Nebula Body... How could such a being be born in this desolate land?"

"It's still the wolf clan! That race that was almost wiped off the map of the underworld... This is like the rising sun of the underworld!"

"Although we looked down on them in the past, we were fortunate not to have committed the act of exterminating their clan, otherwise today... alas."

Some clan leaders secretly rejoiced, but their backs were already soaked with cold sweat, feeling as if they were stepping on a knife's edge with every step.

Unlike these clan leaders who were full of inner monologues, Phoenix had been observing meticulously and calmly ever since she stepped into the wolf clan's territory.

She was draped in a shimmering, iridescent feather robe, exuding a noble and refined air that seemed out of place in the somewhat rugged surroundings. Yet, there was no arrogance in her eyes, only a look of inquiry.

She saw the wolf clan women and children busy in the newly built houses, children playing in the open space, and warriors having brief conversations with their families during patrol breaks, their faces showing a unique sense of peace and hope.

The wolf clan here is not as ferocious, bloodthirsty, chaotic, and disorderly as the elders describe them.

They were no different from the common people of their own tribe, with daily labor, family warmth, and living under a powerful and orderly set of rules.

At the heart of all these changes lies the yet-to-be-seen Hades.

Later, when the tribal chiefs were led to the main hall to meet the King of the Underworld, Phoenix saw Qin Chuan again.

He sat high on a simple stone throne. His figure was not particularly imposing, but he naturally exuded a majesty that made the space itself seem to freeze.

It was that mysterious man in the library!

The moment she confirmed it, Phoenix felt a complex and indescribable feeling welling up inside her. There was curiosity, surprise, and perhaps even a slight tremor of excitement caused by power and mystery that she herself was unaware of.

Qin Chuan calmly swept his gaze over everyone present, naturally noticing the uniquely elegant phoenix, but he showed no unusual reaction, as if the encounter in the library had never happened.

He got straight to the point, his voice low but clear as a cold rock, penetrating the very souls of each clan leader: "I have invited you all here today for one purpose: to end the chaos that has plagued the Underworld for ten thousand years."

The clan leaders felt a chill run down their spines and lowered their gazes, not daring to look directly at each other. Faced with the absolute pressure of the Nebula Body, they had long lost the courage to bargain, their hearts filled with bitterness as they awaited the judgment of fate.

However, Qin Chuan's next words surprised everyone.

He did not demand that all peoples unconditionally surrender their territory, resources, and people; instead, he proposed a completely new and well-thought-out framework of rules.

The underworld will establish a unified order, with him, Hades, as the supreme arbiter, but each race can maintain a certain degree of autonomy and preserve its culture and traditions.

In the future, the allocation of resources and territories in the underworld will no longer rely on endless, energy-draining battles, but will be determined through regularly held, open, and fair "Underworld Martial Arts Tournament".

The strongest members of each race will compete, and the share of benefits will be divided according to the final ranking of the competition.

"The law of the jungle remains an unshakable rule in the underworld."

Qin Chuan's voice carried an undeniable air of authority:

"But under my rules, the strong can gain more through competition and prove their worth; while the weak can also obtain the most basic resources for survival, ensuring that no race will be completely wiped out because of temporary weakness. If you want more, strive to become stronger. This is the new order."

These words were like a boulder thrown into a still pond, stirring up a storm in the clan leader's heart.

They had thought they were destined to be stripped of everything, but to their surprise, this Hades was actually like a true ruler, setting long-term and orderly rules for the future of the entire underworld.

This preserves the core value of the underworld's reverence for power while greatly reducing unnecessary internal friction and casualties, providing a relatively stable development prospect for all races, especially small and medium-sized races.

Under the veil of absolute power and relative fairness, after weighing the pros and cons, these clan leaders, without any hesitation, bowed and expressed their sincere support.

Qin Chuan then informed everyone that after he had dealt with some "trivial matters," he would officially convene the Underworld Martial Arts Tournament, at which time the first competition of the strongest would be held to determine the order of the winners.

The clan leaders felt a chill run down their spines, naturally understanding that the "trivial matters" he spoke of referred to the races that had not yet come or had even explicitly expressed their resistance. Among them, the strongest and most ambiguous in attitude was naturally the Phoenix Clan.

They dared not say more, and respectfully took their leave, eager to return to their clans, preparing to devote all their resources to cultivating their clan's strongest fighting force in order to gain a favorable position in the upcoming new order.

Princess Phoenix did not leave with the others.

She found an opportunity to request a private meeting with Qin Chuan.

In the quiet side hall, she faced Qin Chuan once more, mustering her courage to look directly into those deep, all-seeing eyes, and frankly revealed her identity:

"Lord Hades, I am Princess Phoenix of the Phoenix Clan."

She took a deep breath and said earnestly:

"Could you please postpone your actions against the Phoenix Clan? Give me some time to go back and persuade my father and the Council of Elders. I have witnessed firsthand that your ideals are not simply about conquest and destruction. If they can understand the order you have planned for the Underworld, the Phoenix Clan may be able to accept the new rules."

Qin Chuan quietly looked at the girl in front of him with clear and firm eyes. She had both the reserve of a nobleman and the courage to refuse to follow the crowd.

After a moment of silence, he nodded, his voice calm yet carrying a subtle hint of consideration:

"Okay. I'm giving you this opportunity, and also giving your clan a choice. But remember, the time is limited."

"Thank you, Lord Hades!"

A look of relief flashed in the phoenix's eyes. It solemnly performed the highest-level ceremony of the phoenix clan, then turned and left without further delay. Its fiery red figure transformed into a streak of light and quickly disappeared into the horizon.

Qin Chuan stood alone in the hall, gazing in the direction she had left, his expression becoming somewhat subtle and indescribable.

In a predetermined destiny, she should be Hades's destined partner, a ray of light in Hades' dark heart.

Whether it was pure coincidence or the so-called "eternal cycle" at work, the two had already crossed paths, and this bond seemed to be growing deeper with each encounter.

Recalling the mystery of "eternal reincarnation" mentioned by the god of Chinese animation, Qin Chuan fell into a brief moment of contemplation, his fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest of the throne.

What he is doing now is repeating a predetermined history, following a set trajectory toward a known end.

Or is it that he, through his own efforts, has stirred the threads of fate and is forging an unprecedented path to the future?

The boundaries between them are becoming increasingly blurred.

"The answer may not lie in the cycle of the past, but at the end of the path we create in the future."

He muttered to himself, his deep eyes once again filled with the determination to break through the fog.

Chapter 10 Falling in Love

After returning to her clan, Phoenix, clinging to her last hope, immediately sought out her father, the Phoenix Clan's Marshal.

She recounted to her father, as objectively as possible, what she had seen and heard in the wolf clan and Qin Chuan's proposed new order.

She meticulously described the orderly life she witnessed within the wolf clan's territory, emphasizing that Hades was not the tyrant who only knew how to kill as rumored, but rather an attempt to establish a relatively fair set of rules that transcended clan boundaries.

However, Marshal Phoenix sat upright in the main seat, resting his chin on his hand, listening to his daughter's narration. His brows furrowed more and more, and the only trace of inquiry that was initially on his majestic face was quickly replaced by impatience and contempt.

Before Phoenix could finish speaking, he abruptly waved his hand, interrupting her with unquestionable authority:

"Enough! Phoenix, you are too naive, you have disappointed your father too much! You have been deceived by appearances? Even if the Underworld needs a new order, it should be led and established by my Phoenix Clan! My clan is the largest clan in the Underworld, with noble blood and a glorious history. How can we be subservient to others, especially to the wolf clan, which is regarded as a symbol of barbarity?"

Phoenix felt a surge of anxiety and stepped forward, her voice filled with unprecedented urgency:

"Father! Please think calmly! The power of a Nebula Body Supreme is extraordinary; it is an existence capable of overturning the entire world order! If we confront them head-on, I fear the fate of our clan will be in jeopardy, and countless clansmen will perish as a result..."

"Nebula?"

Marshal Phoenix snorted coldly, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and a glint of understanding flashed in his eyes:

“Our ancestors once produced a supreme expert who touched this realm. How could we not know that although the Nebula Body is strong, it is not invincible? That Hades has only just entered this realm. His alien energy is probably only about five black holes. His foundation is not yet stable, which is when he is most vulnerable!”

He leaned forward slightly, his voice low, yet carrying a hint of smug satisfaction:

"I have already discussed this with the elders. We have now joined forces with several other powerful clans in the Underworld, as well as several tribes that have a blood feud with the Wolf Clan. At that time, the top experts from each clan who are capable of super beast armaments will join forces to directly restrain his Nebula Body and deplete his alien energy."

At this point, he looked sharply at the phoenix, as if he could already see the victorious outcome:

"Our Phoenix Clan's true trump card is to seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the original body! If the original body is severely injured, the Nebula Body, no matter how strong, will be like a rootless duckweed and will collapse in an instant! At that time, the Underworld will still be ruled by our Phoenix Clan, and the order will naturally be defined by us!"

As Phoenix listened to her father's calm, almost cold, tone as he explained the meticulously planned ambush, she felt a chill run from her feet to the top of her head, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper.

She looked incredulously at the familiar yet unfamiliar father before her, the father who had taught her since childhood to uphold integrity, protect her people, and act with righteousness.

But now, in order to maintain that illusory hegemony and for the so-called racial glory, he is so naturally prepared to use such despicable tricks.

This is not only contrary to the "noble" beliefs she was instilled with since childhood, but it is a complete subversion!

Marshal Phoenix failed to notice the deep disappointment and shock in his daughter's eyes. Instead, he patted her shoulder earnestly, his eyes gleaming with expectation and ambition:

"Phoenix, my daughter, you are the most talented child among the younger generation of the clan. When the time comes, if given the opportunity, you will personally deliver the final blow to the King of the Underworld! This will be an unparalleled honor, enough to make your reputation reach its peak within the clan and even the entire Underworld! In the future, there will be no obstacles to inheriting the position of clan leader! This is the broad road that your father has paved for you!"

Phoenix could no longer hear the seductive words that Marshal Phoenix spoke next.

She felt a buzzing in her ears, as if countless voices were screaming, and her heart turned cold. The little flame of hope she had held was completely extinguished by this cruel reality.