Back from J-country, I didn't expect to see my beautiful Xue'er, pregnant and waiting for me, right as I stepped off the plane. Her eyes were red, glaring at me with grievance. "Baby, who upset you? Don't cry—it's bad for you and the baby," I said. "If I'm worried, I'll lose it."
"It's you! You don't think about yourself, but think about the kid! Do you want our child born without a father? You jerk, what would me and the baby do if something happened to you?" Xue'er threw herself into my arms, sobbing.
"Alright, stop crying. You won't be pretty anymore," I said, kissing her red, teary eyes.
"Next time you pull this, see if I care about you—or if the baby does!" Xue'er said coyly.
Our stunt in J-country was explosive news. TV showed tens of thousands of little JBs marching, and the "world police" spouted another anti-terror speech, teaming up with Y-country to hassle Uncle LD. If I were LD, I'd be annoyed to death—taking blame for stuff I didn't do. Thinking about it, that old man's been dodging M-country for years without them catching his tail. A miracle, really.
World history is a history of war. Did people never want peace? That doesn't hold up, yet wars still happened. As long as different creatures exist, there's war—between people, animals, people and animals, ethnicities, nations. No two things in this world are identical, so good and bad exist, meaning inequality is inevitable. Wars start from that struggle. "Those who defy my divine might, no matter how far, shall be slain" isn't empty talk. Divine might isn't about tolerance—it's paved with slaughter. Appropriate killing can maintain long-term peace, so what's wrong with that? Ethnic humility and courtesy apply to similar peoples, not every nation or race. Our ancestors saw this clearer than us, living in harsh times that laid bare human nature. Every five hundred years, a storm proves it, let alone five thousand years of history. You can't tell a wolf, "Be kind, we're all in the Animal Protection Society, so stop hurting other critters and eat veggies." It won't work. Even in a cozy environment, a wolf still eats meat. You can't preach kindness to a wolf—kindness is for humans. If humans stopped eating meat, what then? Oh, my motherland.
"Tian, the government sent people. They want technical cooperation," Xue said, sitting on my lap, arms around my neck. "Don't overwork yourself. Lisi's capable—let her handle some stuff. As for government cooperation, it's not time yet. We'll talk when the moment's right. We're the mafia—love the motherland, love the people, love women, love gold bars, heh." These are our Dragon Legion's "Four Loves" motto.
"Young Master, Dr. Cohen called. The space teleportation channel is fully solved. He wants you to check it out," a Dragon member said. That madman did it in under a year, without even a spaceship, turning theory into reality.
As I stepped through the door, Cohen grabbed my hand, too excited to speak for a moment. "We did it! If we know the location, we can reach the edge of the universe instantly!"
"You've worked hard," I said.
"No hardship. Just take me along when you go, heh. Look at this!" He pulled out a stack of photos from somewhere. The lush green trees didn't look like anything on Earth, and the small animals seemed similar but were clearly different up close.
"See, this is our footage." The blue sky, the medieval city—I knew this was real, not animation. "What do you think?" Cohen asked, eyeing me.
"It's unbelievable. You're more of a genius than me," I said.
"Young Master, are you praising me or yourself?"
"Haha!"
"Young Master, we started by randomly teleporting dogs to set coordinates. Out of tens of thousands, only six came back. Of those six planets, only this one has people. Later, we sent humans in spacesuits and got these results. The success rate since then is 100%. This planet's twice Earth's size, 1.5 times denser, with a similar atmosphere."
"Let's go check it out, Cohen," I said, pulling him along.
"Young Master, it's not safe there. It started with four mainland nations at war, then they fought some demon race for land. Now the population's down to about ten million. Their era's like our Middle Ages. Oddly, they use a strange energy, like our psychics but way stronger. Our scouts say the strongest can wipe out a mid-sized city. I suggest waiting till their war's over," Cohen said quickly.
"Cohen, this is a civilization. We can't let it vanish into history. More importantly, they have unknown powers. Human civilization could diversify through them. It's too exciting to sleep on. Plus, their planet's huge with so few people, while ours is overcrowded. If we don't ease that, a nuclear war could kill us all. I'm doing this for humanity's future," I said, patting his shoulder. Cohen's great at tech but clueless about this stuff.
"How do you know so much about them?" I asked, puzzled.
"Get this—their common language is like southern Yangtze Chinese pronunciation. Weird, right?" Cohen scratched his head, clueless.
"That makes it easy. Oula, assemble the entire Dragon Team. Dark Team leaders must wrap up their tasks within a week. Promote four hundred from the second team to the Dragon Team. Order them to buy up all kinds of metals. Cohen, you're in charge of armor and saber production—I'll give you the designs. Oumei, how many are in the Yellow Dragon Team, including trainees?" I asked Oumei behind me.
"Forty thousand, plus another forty thousand under eighteen," Oumei answered quickly, as she oversaw this.
"Alright, tell the Inner Mongolia Dark Team to buy fifty thousand top-quality horses." Heh, beautiful alien world, let me end your wars. I'm mobilizing about fifty thousand: one thousand Dark Team, one thousand Dragon Team, twenty-eight thousand Yellow Dragon, plus logistics and Cohen's crew.
With my orders, the Yellow Dragon Group kicked into high gear. Horses from Inner Mongolia were teleported to Yellow Dragon Island, and teams assembled. I made a trip to Nanyue, retrieved the remaining stalactite milk from the cave, and refined it into Divine Transformation Pills for the Yellow Dragon Team. The Dragon Team's pills included vermilion fruit. Thanks to the global herb hunt, we made about a hundred thousand pills—ancient folks would've freaked. I split the Yellow Dragon Team into Yellow Dragon and White Dragon armies, twenty thousand each. Oula led the Dragon Legion, Oumei the Dark Dragon Team, A-Long and A-Lang the Yellow Dragon Legion, A-Hu and A-Bao the White Dragon Legion. Xue'er, assisted by Lisi, handled home base. All legions began intense training, especially in horsemanship.
"Wow, so pretty! The air's so fresh!" Xue'er, pregnant, shouted. "Wife, be careful—don't fall!" I rushed to steady her. After arranging everything, I planned to head out with the Dark Dragon Team, but Xue'er found out, accusing me of sneaking off without her. With her tears and her duty to mind the company, I brought her and Lisi along, plus my eighty-plus female bodyguards and Cohen's hundred tech staff. Their goal: launch ten super-satellites on this planet. I left Cohen, his team, and four hundred Dragon members to guard them. Then my wives and I set off. Thanks to an earlier micro-satellite, we wouldn't get lost in this dense forest, all equipped with GPS. Food? No worries. Remember Cohen's storage space rings? After he invented them, I pushed mass production, and they came in handy. We prioritized equipping them, saving tons of logistics.
Per Cohen's map, we were in the Beast Forest of the East Continent, Saint Demon Continent. "Husband, come quick! There's a hot spring!" Xue shouted excitedly. "Got it—can't you see I'm busy?" I was entangled with a curvy bodyguard, doing what we love. "Ah, Young Master, I can't take it!"
"You little minx, next!" I pinched her softness, laid her on the ground, and called out. I can control my essence now—whoever I want pregnant gets pregnant. If everyone's pregnant, my sex life's toast. How would I live?
"Pervert husband, come look! There's a cave behind the waterfall!" Xue called. "Coming, coming!" I ran to her, her body nearly naked from the water, and kissed her lips. "Stop teasing, let's check it out," she pleaded.
In the cave, we could see clearly. About thirty meters in, we found greenish scales on the ground, like fish but not quite. Scales, a cave—this screamed snake. "Everyone, careful. There might be a python." Girls are naturally scared of snakes, so they pulled laser swords or guns from their rings. "Stick to the walls." The deeper we went, the more certain I was. A foul stench hit, and the walls were suspiciously smooth.
The creature before us was shocking. You'd never guess it—a real dragon, a blue one with extra fleshy wings. A dragon with a waist as thick as three dung buckets! Heavens, I just got to this planet for two days, and you're sending me to my grave? But in this tight space, even a beast like you's got no shot. Screw dragon-slaying heroes—my head was spinning. "Ah!" "Ah!" My wives snapped out of their shock, screaming and piling onto me. Seriously, I'm closest to the dragon! They say women can't live without men, no matter how tough they are. I was about to dive for cover, but now we're all dead together—company on the road to the underworld.
We stood there forever, but the dragon didn't move. "Hey, why's it not reacting?" I nudged them. "Yeah, no reaction," they said. I was the only guy—guess I'm the one to die first. Look at my wives' admiring yet worried faces. I grabbed a saber, poked it a few times—damn, its hide was thick, just denting. I lifted an eyelid. Holy crap, it was dead! I channeled true energy into the saber, sending out blade qi, but it only left a faint mark. No way it's this tough. I fired a gun like crazy—nothing, not a dent. A laser sword barely cut a shallow gash. What a treasure! If we made armor from this, it'd be epic. Lasers worked a bit, so we'd need a laser cutter.
"Wow, so much gold!" My beauties rushed over. Women, oh women. In a side cave, we found a pile of gold coins. I spotted a few books with pictographic text I couldn't read, so I stored them in my ring. The gold coins? My wives took them—might come in handy here. When we cleaned out the cave and came out, we were stunned: the blue dragon was gone, just a skeleton left, about twenty meters long. "Young Master, look, there's a blue crystal in its belly. No idea what it is," one said. I didn't recognize it either, so I stored it for later.
"Clang, clang!" The sound of clashing weapons. "Let's check it out—sounds like a fight." We used lightness skill to head toward the noise. Peeking through the leaves, I was floored. No surprise in this weird world—a bull-headed humanoid with a giant axe. What kind of place is this? "Your Highness, run! We'll cover you!" Three girls stood in front, shielding a pale-faced girl who kept firing fireballs. Four bull-headed monsters closed in. How could I let such pretty sisters die? I drew my long saber, infused it with twelve layers of power, and charged the four monsters. "Bang, bang, bang, bang!" Four thuds. The three girls saw the monsters freeze, then their heads flew off, blood spraying from their necks. They collapsed with a thud. A breeze blew, revealing a handsome, dark-haired youth with flowing hair and a reassuring smile where the monsters fell. The girls felt a wave of relief and collapsed, exhausted.
"Thank you, sir, for saving us four," the fireball-throwing beauty said. "No big deal. What are you doing here?" I asked.
"We messed up a teleportation spell and ended up here. They still found us. If not for you, we'd be done for. Are you alone?"
"Nah, I'm here with my wives. Wives, come out!"
"What? These are all your wives?" She pointed at the eighty-plus women emerging.
"Yup."
"You must be the emperor of Saint Martial Kingdom, with such incredible martial arts!"
"Haha, you got it wrong. I'm no emperor. But you—you're a princess, right?" I'd heard one of the girls call her "Your Highness."
"I'm the princess of the Saint Demon Empire."
"Alright, let's rest and eat. It's getting dark," I suggested.
"What's this sweet food? It's delicious!" one girl asked, holding a cake.
"It's called cake," I said.
"Why haven't I had it before?" the princess asked, puzzled.
"We live in this forest. Have your people ever come here?" To change the subject, I asked, "Can you teach me those fireballs? They're cool."
"You mean fireball magic? It's basic. If I hadn't drained myself with teleportation, those bull-headed freaks would've been toast."
"Hey, can you read what's in this book?" No sense wasting a local expert. I pulled out one of the books from my ring. "Wow, this is a wind magic forbidden spell book!" Seeing her excitement, I said if she taught me to read and the book's magic, she could have it. "Every element used to have forbidden spells, but they got lost somehow. Only my teacher, the court archmage, had the fire forbidden spell. That's why we lost so badly. Even she's dead now. Humanity's about to become slaves to the demon race," the princess said, eyes red and voice soft.
"Do you trust me? If you do, I swear humanity won't be enslaved," I said, staring into her eyes.
"I trust you."
"Good, let's work together." I held her hand.
"Thank you."
"No need. It's for all humanity."
"But you've gotta teach me and my wives to read and basic magic," I teased.
"No problem—I'm the empire's genius little mage!" the princess said, her fighting spirit back.
Over the next few days, I studied like crazy under her. She had to leave soon, saying, "I need to be with my people."
"If you can't hold out, retreat to the Beast Forest. Hold on for a month, and I'll bring tribal troops to help. If you get here and I'm not around, press this button. Someone will come for you, and we'll meet." I gave her my pager—Dark Dragon members could reach her fast.
With the magic book translated into Chinese, we said goodbye. "Thank you and your wives for the hospitality." After she left, we prepared to head back. I'd return in a month. I watched her fading figure, silently vowing.