Terra's Magnetic Field

"Mother, you can only be gentle and calm when facing the weak, just like when you are facing a useless person like me and Shi'er who has no ability to resist... and the aunts who are inferior to you..."

"Now that you have everything, you can be calm and generous, but we all know that if you encounter something that threatens your status, you will do everything you can to strangle and destroy it! This is your nature..."

“If I regain my strength one day, and Shi’er grows up and doesn’t listen to you again, and my aunt and the others suddenly surpass you… then you will become insane again and become the most terrifying person on this earth, and the people on earth will suffer again…”

Saria knew that she couldn't stop Wan now. If she had encountered such behavior in the past, she would definitely stop it. At that time, she was fearless. But now she has too many things to worry about and has to think twice before doing anything... (mainly because Xiao Wai backed her up at that time. If Wan Bao hadn't been doing this for Xiao Wai's sake, Saria would have been dead long ago...)

"Ah..." Saria sighed and left in disappointment, leaving Wan here to have fun with Kal'tsit's head basketball. When she walked out of the shutter door, she heard Wan's mocking voice:

"Wow, wow, wow~ Saria was bullied~ Saria feels so wronged~ Saria wants to go home and cry~ Saria misses her dad~"

Although her back was facing Wan, Saria could imagine the guy's arrogant expression at the moment, and he might even be sticking out his tongue.

Wan's behavior was childish, but it was very hurtful. Every word she uttered hit the softest and most vulnerable part of Saria's heart.

Why did Wan bring Saria here today? Why was he so nice to her before? Did he praise her just to make her fall more painful?

Maybe she is just a source of fun to Wan.

Wan, this bastard, is both mean and cruel, but Saria has no choice because she is not strong enough. In this land, doing evil requires capital, and so does doing good. People without power cannot decide what they want to do...

"Bang!" Saria felt something hit her from behind. The thing was very tough. It hit her back and bounced back. It was Kal'tsit's head. The moment her head hit Saria's back, Saria could feel her fear, powerlessness, despair, and hatred... These were also what Wan wanted her to feel, like some kind of warning.

It's so sad, not only for Saria and Kal'tsit, but also for that bastard Wan.

If Saria turned around and went back to Wan now, Wan would forgive her. She had no intention of making things difficult for him. All she wanted was his obedience. If Saria turned a blind eye to what she did to Kal'tsit, they could continue to get along well. But...

Saria couldn't do it.

Wan longs for the friendship and respect of others, but she obtains these things through fear and oppression. It's like a hurricane trying to blow away the clothes on pedestrians, but pedestrians wrap themselves more tightly. This tough approach will only backfire...

His mother still didn't understand the truth that she had understood thousands of years ago. How long would it take for her to understand it? Maybe it would take another thousand years, or maybe it would take forever...

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Thousands of years ago, Wan Bai lost contact shortly after giving birth to Wan Shi. Feeling betrayed, Wan's temperament changed drastically, and he ruled Yan State with even harsher and crueler means than before.

Soon after, the people of Yan State rose up in rebellion because they could no longer endure Wan's tyranny. When people's lives could no longer maintain basic survival, their desire to survive overcame their fear of Wan.

But no matter how many people there were, they could not shake this ruthless and unrighteous rule. Even if there were people with magnetic field power in the rebel army, and even if some of them had power above the fortyth level, these were still not enough in front of Wan, who had mastered the Scarlet Sky Sword.

At that time, Wan's daily entertainment was to hunt down the rebels in front of the people. She clearly had the ability to wipe them out in one fell swoop, but she always killed half and left the other half, just to make this death game last longer and kill the boring time...~

(The scum who waits for wild monsters to refresh every day to get good experience. At that time, Wanbao would deliberately let some qualified ones go, so that those people can challenge themselves after they grow up, just like Shark Arm's second son)

[Observation Terrace] is a majestic thing built by Wan using the power of magnetic field to manipulate the changes of matter. Its astonishing height of over a thousand feet makes any building nearby seem extremely small. This place was the tallest thing in the world at that time.

And one day, on this [Observation Terrace], if she did something that made her happy as usual, she would broadcast everything that happened here to the entire Yan Nation through a 360-degree camera with no blind spots, and play it in a loop for the next week. She wanted to use this to make others fear her and consolidate her supreme authority.

Today, another three hundred lives will die here, at the hands of the very people they are rebelling against.

These three hundred people were the members of the Shangshu Uprising Army that Wan had captured yesterday. Now, all of them were chained by Wan, and they all knelt facing the dragon throne where she sat, like slaves and pigs and dogs, without any dignity...

These guys who used to be so powerful in the hearts of the people can't even beg for mercy, let alone resist in front of Wan. They can only make strange noises of "Hmm...", because their brain nerves are also restricted by Wan's sky lock.

Wan retained their thoughts after depriving them of their language and ability to move, because torturing a piece of mindless rotten meat is boring.

These members of the rebel army are all aware of their situation. Being unable to move or speak only makes them more desperate and fearful. They are all waiting, waiting for the [Demon] sitting in front of them to judge them...

That’s all for today.

Postscript: Wanbao's strong personality led her to like to suppress others in every way she interacted with others, and her strength gave her the capital to do so, until she gave birth to a son... until she met a man named Xiaoer...

The same goes for Lan Meng. It is said that he played a good hand of cards badly. Before, Bai Junlang was willing to give in for Xiaotong and stop being Haihu, but he still wanted to go one step further and wanted to completely control this monster Haihu.

Maybe Lan Meng originally intended to tie Xiao Tong tightly to his hand and kill Uncle Cai, Bai Junlang's spiritual pillar. Just like Lan Dao Tianwu asked Tiandao to kill Donna to make Oga obedient, he completely turned Bai Junlang into a numb tool under his command.

But this donkey never expected that Bai Junlang would rather die than live in disgrace. After killing Uncle Cai, there is no "Junlang" in the world, only "Haihu" (don't tell me that Xiongshi still calls him Junlang, the second part clearly regards him as Haihu). Since then, Haihu and Lan Meng have been fighting to the death...

If Wanbao and Lanmeng were willing to give in, they would have smooth sailing in the following plot, but they won't, because they have "amazing wisdom", which may be the charm of this type of character...

Volume 345: Chapter Chapter The Emperor's Tears

Now Wan has got what she wanted. She is the strongest person in the world. Almost everyone in the world respects and fears her. She can also capture the feelings and thoughts of the people kneeling opposite her, which should be able to entertain her...

But there was still no sign of happiness on the emperor's face. Facing a pile of [playthings] sitting in front of him, they just sat there in silence, not knowing what they were thinking about.

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Today is the twentieth year since Wan Qian died. Twenty years ago today, Wan Qian lost a daughter and got another "daughter"... Today, Wan Qian's other "daughter" also left her, and she didn't know whether she was dead or alive...

Wan Bai had left Wan half a year ago. Half a year ago, she left the palace without saying a word. No one knew where she had gone. Even Wan could not use his power to detect her whereabouts. It was as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth.

Although half a year has passed, Wan has not yet regained the emperor's dominance and spirit. Wan Bai's departure and betrayal have had a great impact on her.

Even if she was strong, so what? She was still just a fragile and sensitive woman, a failed mother...

Perhaps after slaughtering the creatures on the other side today, her heart will be comforted a little.

"Zizi!" A laser shot out from Wan's fingertips. The ordinary magnetic field sword cannon could be easily made by those with a power of more than 70,000 horses. However, when this thing was fired by Wan, it would be qualitatively different from that fired by others. Wan's extremely high level of perfection and flow could make this ordinary move produce unimaginable effects.

middle!!!!

Wan's sword cannon hit one of the men on the opposite side right on the forehead. The man was knocked seven or eight meters away and was still breathing on the ground.

The Emperor's "sword" caused death but it didn't happen immediately? What happened? Did Wan become soft-hearted? Was she going to let these people go?

Not...

Wan lets the other person live only to let him suffer a more painful death, pain, extreme pain, ten points or even one hundred points of pain!!

Wan Ran's sword cannon's power spreads in the opponent's body, gradually bursting every cell in the opponent's body, and constantly stimulating the opponent's pain nerves, causing the opponent to die in pain every time a cell is destroyed. Then after the first painful death, he is forced to die in pain for the second, third... fifth, sixth... endlessly.

If there is a hell in this world, it is just like this...

The cruel torture made the rebels panic because none of them knew if they would be the next one. The screams and wails of their companions echoed in the sky, making them feel the pain in advance.

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…”

"Let me die! Please, Emperor, let me die!!" The thoughts of his companions were amplified dozens of times by the universal power and broadcast in the heads of the rebel members.

For these members of the rebel army, they had never seen hell, but lying on the dragon throne opposite them was the living King of Hell.

The cameras around recorded Wan's atrocities accurately, which was good, as it allowed the world to further understand her horror.

Wan ordered that when she broadcast the execution live, every citizen of Yan Country must stay where they are and watch. No matter if they are old people with dementia or ignorant babies, she will let everyone know the consequences of resisting her! They will never forget...

Never!

"Damn it! Why are you leaving? Why are you betraying me? Am I not cruel enough? How many more people do I have to kill before you stupid people will understand the power of an emperor like me? Only then will you be loyal to me forever!"

While thinking, Wan fired three or four sword cannons in succession. Horrifying screams rose and fell like a symphony. Wan was the conductor who controlled these screams.

"...Grandma, please stop...Even if you kill all these people, the people will not respect you. They will only be more afraid of you and...hate you...What's more, if you do this, the spirit of my deceased aunt in heaven will not be happy..."

A person suddenly appeared and said something educational to Wan who was sitting on the dragon throne. Who was that person? He spoke to Wan when she was in a bad mood. Did she want to die?

"Shi'er..." Wan recited the other person's name. The person who came was the emperor's grandson [Wan Shi]. Now, only in front of this child could Wan show some warmth.

Wan Shi ordered the cameras to turn off and stop the nationwide broadcast, then floated down from mid-air and stood beside Wan, just as Wan Qian and Wan Bai had done in the past.

"Shi'er, why do you, who are always well-behaved and sensible, want to stop grandma? Do you also think that grandma is wrong to do this?"

After Wan asked Wan Shi, he looked at the kneeling crowd opposite and said softly, "Look, those guys are all damned. They are weak and don't know what's good for them. They want to overthrow me not for the people, but just to be the next emperor. But the ignorant people pin their hopes on these things and regard those who want to dominate and enslave them as saviors. Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

“Shi’er, a clown should have a funny end, just like this…” After saying that, Wan swung out another sword cannon and demonstrated it in front of Wan Shi’er.

Wan Shi put her hands behind her back, looking solemn, she knew her grandmother's character very well. Once her grandmother believed that what she did was right, no one could convince her, not her mother, not her aunt, not even her grandmother's sister.

"This way, the world will know how terrifying I am as an emperor and will be afraid of me. This is also how you will need to establish your authority when you take the throne in the future."

"I won't..." Wan Shi's slight thought was caught by Wan, but Wan did not blame her, just chuckled. Maybe Wan just thought that his granddaughter would understand sooner or later.

"But grandma, today

The people below you are already in awe and fear of you, and among them there are many who are already loyal to you. They all think that only you are qualified to lead them... You are now the strongest person in the world, and all the strong are under your feet."

"In this situation, are you still going to continue to put pressure on others? Grandma, please don't lose your rare respect and loyalty just to scare them..."

"Oh~ You mean grandma is forcing everyone in the world to rebel against me now?"

"Yes, Shi'er does think so. Ever since mother disappeared, you have lost your former calmness and gentleness and have become violent... What I said just now was just repeating what you taught me in the past, not refuting you."

That's right, when Manju was very young, Manju taught her the experience of ruling, just as she taught Manju in the past. Manju, who has amazing wisdom, knows how to govern a country well, but now she is determined to do the opposite of what she taught Manju... the behavior of a tyrant.

"Ah... Shi'er, maybe grandma is really old... When I was young, I could handle everything in this world with ease, but as I grow older and the world changes, many things become more and more confusing. Grandma is beginning to lose her ability now, and it is difficult for me to be as calm as before..." (Magnetic Field Menopause)

"Twenty years ago, when your aunt passed away, grandma felt for the first time that she was a useless person... a loser who couldn't even protect her own daughter... No matter how strong the enemy was in the past, grandma never felt this way."

"Shi'er, why did this happen? Why did your aunt die? And why did your mother leave us alone?..." Wan looked haggard, with rare signs of aging on this energetic guy. "Maybe I shouldn't have given birth to a child. If it weren't for the biggest obstacle of family affection, I could be truly ruthless and unrighteous... and I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable..."

"grandmother……"

"Shi'er, is there any news about your mother?"

"Grandma, I recently went to Lateran, Sygula, and Kazdel, but couldn't find any news about my mother. It's as if she no longer exists in this [Earth]."

"That's it..."

"Alas..." Wan sighed again, and then said gently to Wan Shi, "Shi'er, please step back. Grandma wants to continue the massacre now, please don't stop me..."

Hearing the respected grandma's pleading tone, Wan Ju had no choice but to leave. She knew that her grandma would not listen to any reason now, so she let her grandma do the only thing that could numb her inner pain...

After Shi'er left, Wan did not continue the massacre. She just needed a reason to send the other party away. Now she used her power to block the vision, hearing and all other senses of the ants on the opposite side. At this moment, she needed quiet...

"Um... Woo woo..." He cried. Two long tear marks fell from the corners of Wan's eyes. This unparalleled guy was now sitting on the dragon throne with his head down and crying.

"Wow!!! Quack quack quack!!" Wan's crying replaced the previous screams and floated in the airspace.

She wanted to cry loudly in Wan Shi's arms and seek comfort from the only relative around her. (It would be better to kill Wan Bao directly than to let her cry while holding Nian...) But she couldn't, because she was the emperor, and she could never show her weak side to others...

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A thousand years later, when Wan was playing Kal'tsit basketball in the store and watched Saria leave, she remembered what happened a thousand years ago.

For some reason, Saria, who had no blood relationship with Wan, gave Wan a feeling of "granddaughter". Maybe it was because they had the same fate of [Emperor God of War]? Maybe it was because they had similar personalities?

I’m not sure. This kind of feeling is hard to explain, just like Xiao Er once made Wan feel Wan Bai’s presence.

"Damn it! Why are you leaving again? Why do you always choose to betray me? Am I not strong enough? Am I not respectable enough for you?!"

"Fuck! Fuck!" Wan became more and more angry, and she vented all her rage on Kal'tsit. In the next few hours, Kal'tsit's inhuman wails spread throughout Rhodes Island, but most people on the island seemed to have gotten used to it...

That’s all for today.

Volume 346: Chapter Chapter : Lord Lappland

"Louis, I can't remember the last time you invited me to your house. The one that left the deepest impression on me was when your daughter got married. Her name was Vanessa, right? She was a nice girl who knew more etiquette than you..."

The white-haired, silver-eyed Rupert woman said so. Her skin was the same cold white as her hair, so white that the veins on her wrists and forehead were clearly visible. She had a noticeable scar on her left eye, and it looked like she had been through many battles.

She was wearing a black leather coat, which was open to reveal her white bra and belly button. She had a tight figure, with her waistline and other muscle contours clearly visible. She sat upright in the boss chair behind her desk. The only blind in the room was closed, making it unusually dark even during the day.

On the wall inside the room hangs an old black-and-white photo of a white-haired Rupert man who looks very similar to the woman.

The man looked very unhappy, with his two icy white pupils staring straight at everyone in the room.

Across from the desk in the room stood a middle-aged man. Although he looked much older than the woman behind the desk, he seemed extremely respectful, as if he was addressing an elder or a superior. The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly and addressed the woman opposite as:

"Respected Lord Lappland..."

"You don't have to address me with polite titles. I know you don't really respect me. In the past, you were afraid of getting too close to people like us and getting into unnecessary trouble. But now when trouble comes to you, you come to us for help."

"Is that right?"

Although she was blaming him, Laplande was not angry at all, and she had a small smile on her face the whole time. After she finished speaking, she elegantly reached out and picked up the cup on the desk, taking a sip of the coffee that had just been served.

"Yes... Lord Lappland, you are right..." Louis became even more humble after hearing what Lappland said. He lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake. "Forgive me for offending you. I will leave now..."

Just as Louis was about to turn around, Lappland called him:

"Louis, you are too anxious. I didn't say I won't help you. I just complained that you don't come to me often."

"Ah..." Louis was a little surprised. He quickly adjusted his cap and said some words of gratitude, "I knew you wouldn't just sit there and watch. You are my savior!"

"We Sygurans have always helped each other. We Lupo have a stronger sense of community than other races. We are a big family, a whole ethnic group. As a true Syguran, you are one of mine. If you need my help, I should lend a helping hand. This is moral and ethical."

"Sareya probably doesn't understand the rules of us Sygurans. If she offends you, she is offending me."

With her sophisticated, fair, and humane words, Lapland is much more mature than her appearance. It seems that she is much better at dealing with people than Saria...

"Tell me, Louis, how do you want me to deal with this? Do you want me to beat up Saria? After all, she destroyed what you depend on for survival," Lappland shook the cup and drank the rest of the coffee.

"Well..." Louis was at a loss when asked this question. He was not very clear about the current rules of the underworld. "Just... punish her a little?"