No conspiracies or tricks, just straightforward killing—simple, brutal, exhilarating.

With tenfold time available, Chu Yi repaired part of the video, finished the product, handed it to the Moon God Royal Court for release, and finally announced the alliance between the Sun Gods and the Moon God Princess, igniting public opinion.

Yama Hall.

On the towering bone pillar, an extremely thin layer of blood skin, tied with iron chains, was the Nus Wolf King, now a two-dimensional paper figure. His vertical pupils were empty and lifeless, having given up all resistance.

The Sacred Artifact, the Life Source Pearl, could revive him countless times, but Chu Yi set him up, trapping him in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, serving as a target practice for the six Radiant Moons.

Almost at regular intervals, a Radiant Moon would battle him, with Chu Yi overseeing from the side. Whenever he gained the upper hand, Chu Yi would use the Yama Throne to suppress him, turning him completely into an experience baby.

Still, he was a constantly refreshing experience baby.

So, he decided to give up, smashed into a pulp, reduced to a paper figure, not willing to be a punching bag.

But Chu Yi used his super intelligence, summoned tens of thousands of werewolves, and paraded the Nus Wolf King through the streets with a Fallen Unicorn's chariot.

For a moment, the myth of the undefeated Wolf King crumbled, faith collapsed, citizens wailed in utter despair.

The Nus Empire had truly perished!

What's worth mentioning is that, seeing the Wolf King paraded and terrified into wetting his pants, Caesar, claiming the title of Grand Prince, led a group of werewolf nobles to surrender the next morning, pledging allegiance to Chu Yi.

The ever-responsive will of Chu Yi, who rose from Nian Ci's bed, immediately turned them into slaves, dragging them into factories amidst howls of grievance to do the hardest, most exhausting work.

For instance, nuclear explosion close-range observers.

Even those at the rank of Dawn Star were made to work, with ten or a hundred times the workload!

They're all damn spoils of this Emperor's, now trying to learn from Jiangnan literati; you think you're from Yuan dynasty!

As for the royal family and harem, Chu Yi planned to sell them off, further agitating the blood pressure of the Nus Wolf King.

A powerful figure,

should harshly humiliate the weak.

Chu Yi draped in a Profound Black Dragon Robe, wise and mighty, freshly groomed by his wives, eternally handsome.

"Yue'er Dan."

He sat lazily on the bloodstained throne.

In the next instant.

A shadow flashed like lightning, kneeling with a slap in front of Chu Yi, a black wolf head thudding on the stone slab, devout and reverent.

"Your Majesty, Old Slave is here!"

Due to his capabilities, Yue'er Dan was promoted from slave to Chu Yi's first minister, spared the fate of having his nine-generation clan enslaved by Chu Yi.

He was the Prime Minister of the Nus Empire, knowledgeable of much intel, adaptable, insightful—truly talented.

Even though Chu Yi's super intelligence is omnipotent, his energy is limited, and his other wives have discordant relationships with her.

Recently, busy with the Ice Dragon King's skeleton, using biotechnology to cultivate Ice Dragon babies, mass-producing Radiant Moons, also handling production department, personnel management, etc.

Meanwhile, Yue'er Dan managed the werewolf tribe, oversaw intelligence gathering and material procurement in the Dark World.

"His offspring, surely not just this few."

Chu Yi glanced at the Nus Wolf King, socially exiled after the parade, his blood skin fluttering, completely submissive under the suppression of the Yama Hall.

Except for his physical body protected by the Life Source Pearl, he seemed just like a dead man.

Werewolves value honor, but Chu Yi wantonly trampled and repeatedly humiliated, leading to social death on the spot.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, that scoundrel Nus, tyrant from birth, lived thirteen hundred years, but Radiant Moon bloodlines are hard to propagate. Besides the empire's Holy City, there are many other bloodlines in the empire's other cities."

"If Your Majesty allows, this minister can leverage connections in other cities to capture all these tyrant's descendants for Your Majesty's disposal."

"However, this minister suggests selling these offspring to opposing Red Mane, White Lion, and Purple Moon Empire—these three Kings have lifelong vendettas against the Nus Wolf King, wishing they could kill his whole family."

"Among them, the Purple Moon Empire, located in the affluent Gold Island, offers the highest price but also has high costs for procuring their goods."

"Red Mane and White Lion produce metal minerals, more xenophobic."

Yue'er Dan spoke eloquently, leaving nothing unsaid about the Nus Wolf King's situation.

The lifestyle habits of the werewolf tribe are comparable to nomads; the Wolf King position, in addition to hereditary bloodline, arose from growing a small tribe into a town, kingdom, empire.

The Blood Race, similarly, raises ranks, seizing large fiefs, annexing one another.

Chu Yi nodded; his Deceit Beast stepping into the Radiant Moon, progress had slowed, and finding the next phase of banquet material was elusive, dependent on destiny.

Only through developing channels and cultivating influence—this is every Radiant Moon slave master's task.

Ascending to Legendary rank links with how many small worlds the Radiant Moon Master controls.

"Leave it to you."

Chu Yi tossed a materials list at Yue'er Dan to handle, who thanked him profusely and eagerly went to sell the Nus Wolf King's wife and offspring.

Compared to the Wolf King enslaving a million slaves annually, using them as toys, dying bloodily, barely one in ten surviving.

Chu Yi immediately figured he shouldn't start with violence like that; something was wrong.

Seems like he should go to Nian Ci's side and train a few more sessions, striving to be a qualified Radiant Moon slave master, to properly enslave these damned alien races.

As for the freed slaves, they too are slaves; in Chu Yi's prejudiced eyes, like the Dragonfolk and Werewolves, they all should go to work.

Under my Radiant Moon, are those still humans?

...

Luxurious villa.

Honey, tired from a day's work, had just finished a bubble bath with the help of a Bath Duck and came out wrapped in a bathrobe, using Fire Velvet Clover for a blow dry, lying on the bed with a pair of tender white bare feet, scrolling through short videos showcasing the divine beauty.

Among ten videos from the frontier, nine featured the Sun Gods, the last featuring various Sun Gods merchandise—pillows, dolls, figures, endlessly emerging.

Honey was bashful, for though the divine figure in the videos wasn't real, they inspired a pastoral feeding impulse, leaving this virgin lady embarrassed beyond words.

After consulting familiar girlfriends, discovering everyone shared the mad urge to feed the divine, Honey instantly felt relieved.

Turns out, it's not me who's perverse; the divine figure is just too adorable.

"Hey, Honey, you're so lucky! First time hosting, and you're ranked by the divine, interviewing them before millions at the frontier!"

"It's just luck, luck is all; my efforts were trifling."

"Ahhh, I'm so envious! No way, Honey, you must treat us tomorrow! I want Peking duck, Peking duck! Boohoo, I'm going to eat you broke!"

"Alright, see you at the usual spot tomorrow for lunch."

"Meow~"

The Shadow Cat, having just squabbled with an Emperor Penguin over food, climbed onto the bed, nuzzling Honey's hand.

Honey smiled; a recent college graduate, still just a Red Copper-ranked Beast Tamer; naturally, she couldn't afford a villa.

Jobs were hard to find, her boss coveted her beauty, which led to him having several ribs broken and hospitalized, forcing her resignation, eventually becoming a broadcaster, struggling daily for sustenance.

Upon hearing about the Ice Dragon ruins opening, she battled snowstorms, climbed mountains in the dead of night, all to secure a good angle the following day.

Then, it was the first time she was saved by the divine, gaining a million followers.

The second purchase of equipment, interviewing the deity, amassing ten million followers; the frontier official offered her a position, commercial deals became plentiful, and even a financial group follower gifted her a villa.

It could be called an overnight explosion.

Yet, after her initial excitement waned, Honey couldn't help but worry about the divine figure; would their solitary venture into the alien race's world be dangerous?

Just then, a private message came through.

Followed by thousands more.

Honey was stunned, then with trembling fingers.

The deity had news.