Wushite Empire Palace
In the palace study, two men dressed as emperors sat whispering. Two emperors in one room? Not quite. A closer look revealed one had two extra arms and an additional eye—none other than Duoduo La, the Pandora emperor defeated by Feitian and fugitive for over a year.
"Brother Lude, how's the plan going? This is key to our victory. If Pandora folk didn't look so distinct, I'd fear Sky Dragon spotting us, risking our extinction. Otherwise, I'd handle it myself," Duoduo La frowned, addressing Wushite Emperor Lude X.
"Brother Duoduo La, rest easy. Without full confidence, I wouldn't dare. If that devil Feitian finds out, our current strength can't resist," Lude X said, rubbing his hands glumly. Were it not for Duoduo La's claim that the First Cosmos's top empire, Kangluotega, hid vast wealth in Sky Dragon territory—likely already seized—he wouldn't bother with this thankless task. Greed for riches drove him.
"Brother Duoduo La, we're in the same boat. Don't lie about Kangluotega's wealth. If it's false and I find out, I can surrender if defeated. You? No need to spell it out," Lude X said, glaring darkly.
Duoduo La forced a bitter smile. "Brother Lude, you still doubt me now? I told you this to borrow your strength for revenge. Wealth tempts me, but it pales next to my vengeance."
"Is your source reliable? Treasure rumors are dime-a-dozen. I won't risk Wushite's future on baseless tales," Lude X pressed.
"Trust me. I got this from the descendant of Kangluotega's prime minister's steward. The steward, executing the plan, recorded it secretly in a book as a fallback. His heirs found it, sparking a scramble between Kangjia and Luote Empires. Somehow, it ended up in Pandora, where my spies seized it from the heir. To avoid trouble, I burned the man and book," Duoduo La recalled.
Idiot. Why burn it? Hide it anywhere else, Lude X thought, rolling his eyes. "What did it say? Exact locations would ease our move. With wealth, we can recruit armies, and you can avenge yourself."
Duoduo La frowned. "I remember every word. It said the steward, fearing the prime minister's betrayal post-project, hid the treasure in a man-made planet's mountain core. No specific coordinates, just roughly in Sky Dragon's western star region, now with only three planets. Easy to search, but it's a military zone—outsiders can't enter. War's our only shot." He exaggerated the difficulty to spur Lude X's resolve against Sky Dragon.
"No choice then," Duoduo La sighed theatrically. "So be it," Lude X muttered.
"We've deployed decoy troops to mask our aim for those three planets' treasure. If our plan works—using that fool Boer VI to distract Sky Dragon—we're 90% assured victory," Lude X said, brimming with confidence, as if glittering riches already lay before him.
"Brother Lude, remember our deal. Don't forget me once you've got the treasure. As you said, we're in this together. If Sky Dragon learns you attacked those planets, you know the consequences," Duoduo La warned.
Lude X waved dismissively. "I know, no need to nag." Who does he think he is, lecturing me? he thought, annoyed.
"Even better," Duoduo La said with a dry smile.
"How capable are your men? Don't botch this. Our fate hinges on this battle," Duoduo La asked gravely.
Lude X pondered. "I entrusted one man, whose skills I trust. His team should be solid. Truth is, it's Boer Empire's current prime minister, Tuorsi."
"What? Him?" Duoduo La gasped. Tuorsi, a Wushite agent? If true, the plan's success—especially the handoff—was virtually guaranteed. Unable to hide his glee, he said, "If it's him, we're set. But how's he Wushite?"
Lude X smirked proudly. "No surprise. You know our feud with Kamet Alliance. I held off attacking because we're slightly weaker. So, I planned a surprise strike from Kamet's rear, targeting their second economic capital. Without funds, Kamet would collapse fast. Unexpectedly, Sky Dragon crushed you and Kamet, erasing their edge. My hidden pawn was shelved—until now, for Sky Dragon. I wouldn't use it otherwise."
"Brother Lude, you're a true hero," Duoduo La said, stung by the reminder of his defeat but powerless on Lude's turf. He forced a smile, inwardly fuming. An emperor, groveling like this? Fallen royalty's worse than a worm.
Lude X basked in the flattery. "Hah, you get me, Brother Duoduo La." Duoduo La seethed silently. "If all goes well, our plan's near success. After a year's wait, what's a few hours?" Lude X said.
"Indeed," Duoduo La smiled faintly. They chatted idly, minds elsewhere. Two hours later, the study's phone rang. Lude X rushed over, Duoduo La trailing excitedly. "What? Operation 'Lure Snake' succeeded? Great work, Tuorsi! Name your reward. Heavy losses? Alright, proceed." Hanging up, Lude X buzzed with excitement.
"It worked?" Duoduo La asked, torn between thrill and worry, seeking calm for his anxious heart.
"Yes," Lude X nodded, then sighed. "Heard Feitian's Consort Shasha is stunning—pity she's for that lecher Boer. He won't enjoy her long; he'll be dead soon. Dying under beauty's charm is poetic. He'd thank us for our efforts, but what a waste of a woman."
They shared a sinister laugh. "Brother Duoduo La, relax now. Next, we draw Sky Dragon's forces to Boer Empire. A year's wait for Feitian's wife to slip out—heaven's on our side. Cheers!" Lude X clinked glasses with Duoduo La.
"Hah, I'd love to see Feitian's face when he hears his wife's been snatched by the cosmos's famed lecher Boer. Let him taste losing kin," Duoduo La snarled, then grinned. "To our dreams—and to our dear, suffering rival, little Feitian!" They celebrated their plot's success, their chilling laughter making nearby Wushite guards shiver. His Majesty's laugh is terrifying, they thought, unaware it heralded their empire's doom. Fate twists beyond mortal plans.
"What? Shasha's been kidnapped?" At my desk, I stared at the emergency screen where a Palace Guard major reported Shasha's abduction during a Pandora System visit. I flashed to the screen, barely restraining myself from crushing his shoulders across billions of miles. Roaring, I bellowed, "How'd you guard her? With your strength and dragon pride, you can't handle humans?"
My furious voice shook the palace. Sensing trouble, Xue'er and my wives rushed to my office, asking the shamefaced major, "What happened?"
"Your Highnesses, Consort Shasha was taken by a group," he reported.
"What?" My wives gasped. Kidnapped under 100 elite Palace Guards? The culprits' strength seemed impossible. Beyond Sky Dragon, few could match these elites on land. Plus, Shasha's own martial prowess was fearsome.
"I don't know how they failed. Arrogant fools, thinking they're unmatched," I fumed at the major. These guards—top Dragon, Demon, and Divine Clan warriors—dismissed all others. I'd planned to discipline them; this fiasco beat me to it.
"Feitian, calm down. Something's off," Xue'er soothed, then asked the major, "Who were they?"
"Unclear. They were masked, and captives took poison," he replied.
"With your strength, none should harm you. Were they stronger?" Xue'er asked, unsure. The cosmos held unknown civilizations. If we were an anomaly, others might be too.
The major hung his head. "No. They used an unknown sedative gas. It sapped our strength, and they took Consort Shasha in the chaos."
"I see," Xue'er nodded.
The screen split, A-Lang appearing. "Boss, sorry—sister-in-law was taken in my zone. If I find them, I'll gut the bastards, wipe out their families, rip the men apart, rape and kill the women, then defile their corpses. They don't respect Sky Dragon or me. Boss, let's war! Wushite's behind this—flatten them for sister-in-law!" My wives, focused elsewhere, missed his crude outburst.
Seeing my grim face, Xue'er snapped at A-Lang, "Stop yelling! You sure it's Wushite? Even if so, rushing in risks Shasha's life. They likely want her as a bargaining chip. Seal Pandora System's borders—let no ship pass. Got it?"
Xue'er's rare anger silenced A-Lang. He saluted meekly, "Yes," and logged off. A-Lang, A-Long, Meng Jiang, and others, raised by us since thirteen, saw Xue'er as mother and sister. Her fury cowed them, though they teased me freely. Her wrath turned these bearded toughs into mice before a cat—a sight no outsider would believe.
"Boss, a ship headed to Boer Empire two minutes before the lockdown," A-Long reported, appearing. As Pandora's top commander, Shasha's loss hit him hard.
"Boss, I followed Big Bro's lead to chase it. Border guards said it just passed, but when I ordered pursuit, it vanished, left on a small asteroid," A-Bao added, appearing.
"Is Wushite routing her through Boer?" I mused, calming. "Have you sealed the borders, especially Boer's?" I asked A-Bao.
"Sealed tight. After sister-in-law's kidnapping, I locked everything and scoured Little Milky Way's planets for suspects," A-Bao said.
"They planned this, but they wouldn't make their route obvious. They're likely using our Kamet Alliance line—it's closer to Wushite, and they're racing time, as are we," Xue'er speculated.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. On this border, not even a mosquito slips through. We handle all cargo to Kamet. They've got no shot," A-Long assured.
"Fine. Guard your posts. I'll handle the rest. They'll learn what's worse than death," I said, radiating menace. My rare fury stunned them. "Go prepare. If I'm right, they're stalling us to shift focus. Raise alerts to Level 1 combat readiness. They want to play? I'll play."
"Yes!" They saluted and logged off.
"Feitian, what's your plan?" Xue'er asked, worried I'd act rashly. She knew my power—one impulsive move could jeopardize the empire.
I said coldly, "A dragon's reverse scale, touched, means death."
"No need for the 'Reverse Dragon' Legion!" Xue'er gasped. The legion, just 3,000 strong, boasted sixth-tier martial masters, trained relentlessly for battle. Known to few, they existed for war. If I'd sent a Reverse Dragon squad with Shasha, this wouldn't have happened, I regretted.
"When do you leave? I'll prepare," Xue'er said.
"I'll go first. Have Reverse Dragon follow. Sooner's better," I ordered. "Alright."
Leaving the palace, I shifted to my fourth state. At full power, I streaked like a meteor into the cosmic void, friction with gases shrieking. My first time at such speed, I usually enjoyed it, but now, Shasha's safety consumed me.
Meanwhile, at Sky Dragon-Boer's border, a black shuttle hid behind an asteroid. "Big Bro, Sky Dragon's patrols tripled. How do we cross?" a scarred brute asked a bronze-skinned man deep in thought.
"I've timed it. They pass every minute, leaving a two-minute gap. We dash through then. Even if spotted, my speed gets us to Boer's army. Mission done," the leader said, haunted by Sky Dragon guards' monstrous strength. Of 200 brothers, only six returned, wounded. Without sedative gas, they'd all be dead.
Scarface eyed Shasha, asleep on the shuttle's couch, swallowing hard. "This chick's a stunner. Heard Feitian's wives are all like this. Damn, why don't I get one?" He stepped toward her.
"What're you doing?" the leader barked.
"Nothing," Scarface stopped, grumbling. "Can't screw her, can't even cop a feel? Lame." The leader's glare sat him down.
The leader addressed the four crew. "Don't touch her. Beauties are everywhere—this one's a death trap. Guess who the prime minister's giving her to? Boer VI."
"What?" they gasped. "We lost brothers just to feed that lecher's harem? What's the prime minister thinking? He's got power—still not enough?" Scarface stood, fuming.
"Shut it!" the leader roared. "Use your brains. We infiltrated Boer a decade ago to aid the prime minister. This isn't a game. Think those Sky Dragon guards were tough? Stronger ones come, and Feitian's wrath? Boer's tiny empire can't stop it. When Boer touches her, Boer Empire's done."
Recalling the guards, the crew shivered, praying never to face them again. Not human, they thought, clutching collars.
"Big Bro, I don't get why we'd destroy Boer after building it up," Scarface asked, dumbly persistent, infuriating the leader. "Pig brain! Would you do it without massive gain? Use your head—why's it so big?"
"It's how my mom made me," Scarface muttered, earning a glare but no reply.
"Big Bro, they just crossed," a pilot called. "At one minute out, full speed across. Our guys are waiting," the leader ordered.
"Got it."
Half a day later, I stood on an asteroid, gazing into the void. "Shasha, my love, I'll bring you back safe. Those who hurt you will face clan annihilation." Killing intent swirled, pulverizing the asteroid to dust.
Space tore open, four small dragon warships emerging. Two men leapt out, kneeling. "'Reverse Dragon' Legion Commander Long Ya, with 3,000, reporting. 'Dark Dragon' Legion Commander Long Ren, reporting."
"Good. Long Ren, any leads?" I asked the black-clad Dark Dragon leader.
"Your Majesty, this morning, a shuttle reached Boer's border garrison, then was sent to their capital star. It's under surveillance. Consort Shasha's likely with them," Long Ren reported.
Fury surged. Boer VI, that lustful fool, dared this? Last time, after ogling Xue'er and offering his empire for a night, I sent men to shave his head bald. He quieted—until now. I'll wipe your clan, or I'm not Feitian. "Let's visit Boer," I said, boarding a warship. We jumped, reappearing among asteroids a light-year from Boer Star. "Stealth approach," I ordered Long Ya, then extended my divine sense, enveloping Boer Star. I found Shasha, asleep on a mansion bed, igniting rage to exterminate Boer's lineage.
Wushite Empire Palace
"Brother Duoduo La, Tuorsi just called. They've delivered Feitian's wife to Boer. Now we wait for that idiot lecher Boer to bite. Time to prepare—we're close," Lude X burst into Duoduo La's room, ignoring him mid-romp with his wives, plopping onto a chair.
"Lude, you're an emperor—knock first," Duoduo La snapped, annoyed.
"Hah, too excited, didn't notice. Just guys here, no big deal," Lude X said, glancing at Duoduo La's groin, smugly thinking his was superior. Mine's better, his look taunted.
Duoduo La, pride stung, nearly cut ties, but Lude's news doused his anger. Dressing, he asked, "What'd you say? Repeat it."
In high spirits, Lude X obliged. "Feitian's wife is in Boer's capital, at Tuorsi's home. Once Boer takes the bait, we strike."
"Really? Hah, vengeance is mine! Let's see Feitian squirm," Duoduo La said, four arms flailing.
Boer Empire Prime Minister's Mansion
"Tuorsi, what's so special I had to come see?" Boer VI asked, curious.
Seeing Boer's eagerness, Tuorsi thought, Dead man walking. Shasha's stunning beauty and curves heated his blood. If not for Wushite's future, he'd keep her from this fool. "Your Majesty, have I ever shown you less than treasures? This is no exception."
Boer's eyes gleamed. "Where? Show me! Your gifts beat those losers' trash." Impatient, he grabbed Tuorsi's arm. "Hurry!"
"Look, a treasure?" Tuorsi gestured to Shasha, asleep like a painting. Both men swallowed hard. "Tuorsi, well done. Big reward. Leave us," Boer said, itching to ravish the noble, irresistible beauty.
"Uh, Your Majesty…" Tuorsi hesitated.
"What? Speak—I'm busy!" Boer snapped, turning.
"Your Majesty, she's no virgin," Tuorsi whispered.
"Oh?" Boer's interest spiked. "Hah, never had such a gorgeous woman. Today, I'll savor her unique charm. Ripe peaches beat green apples—tempting! Go!"
"Yes."
As Tuorsi left, Boer stripped naked. Peeling off Shasha's outer clothes, revealing her undergarments, he grinned. "Hah, beauty, I'm here." As his hand reached for her peaks, he flew backward.
My divine sense caught Boer's vile act. Ignoring all, I teleported bedside, flinging him away.
"Bold! Attacking me?" Boer, disoriented, shouted.
"Boer VI, daring to claim 'majesty' before me?" I sneered coldly.
"You…" Boer's rage faltered, recognizing me. Swallowing, he forced a smile. "Brother Feitian, you like her? She's yours. I'll go." Not entirely brainless.
"Oh?" As I approached, Boer backed away, trembling. "What do you want? This is Boer Empire, not Sky Dragon. Take her—today never happened."
"Hah, laughable," I said, fury twisting into a smile. "You shrug it off? I can't. Know who she is? My consort. Now, die content."
"What? I didn't know!" Boer pleaded, but I seized his throat, lifting him. "Your Majesty, I didn't know she's your consort! Let go—I'm choking. With ten guts, I wouldn't dare!" He flailed, clawing my hand.
"No matter. You're dead anyway," I said, hurling him against the wall. He fainted—killing him would dirty my hands.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Tuorsi, fearing an assassin foiled his plan, rushed in. Had he known it was me, he'd have fled. Man plans, heaven laughs. They underestimated me and Sky Dragon.
Bursting in, his neck was gripped. "Who're you?" he gasped.
"Don't know me, yet dare target me?" My icy, murderous tone froze Tuorsi. He looked up. "Feitian!" He tried retreating, but my grip tightened, worsening his pain. "Recognize me? Good. Confess who's behind you. Three seconds—I'm impatient." Hearing outside combat, Tuorsi's eyes darted—still scheming escape.
Enraged, I slapped him hard, then crushed his groin. He howled, realizing his life hung by my whim. "Your tricks are useless. Confess, and I might grant a quick death. Otherwise, regret being born. Your men and family are already gone."
Silence outside confirmed it—his kin and men were dead. Eyes red, Tuorsi roared, "You're no man—you're a devil!"
"Devil? What are you, then? You did the first, I do the fifteenth. You shouldn't have used my woman as leverage. Speak, or no mercy," I said.
Facing my cold stare, Tuorsi knew dawn wouldn't come. He's like a mob boss. "Think I'm a gangster? I'll let you in—I've been a mob boss since twelve," I said, reading his mind to shatter his defenses.
It worked. Tuorsi gaped, terrified. "You're a devil!" "Speak, or I decide if I'm man or devil." I slapped him again, stopping only when teeth spilled.
"How'd you know I was ordered?" he asked, childishly defiant at death's door.
"Think Boer's pathetic guts could make you risk so much to kidnap my woman?" I countered.
"Hah, we miscalculated," Tuorsi coughed blood. "I'll die silent."
"No need. It's Wushite's scheme." His faint tremble confirmed it. "How'd you know?" he asked.
"Just now," I said. Tuorsi gave a bitter laugh. "Your Majesty, as legends say—brilliant and bold." Facing death, he relaxed.
"Flattery won't help. You'll meet Lude soon," I said, staring. "Take them both away." Four Reverse Dragon warriors entered, dragging one each.
During my exchange with Tuorsi, Boer woke but played dead. Hearing "dispose," he sprang up, clutching my leg. "Your Majesty, it's not my fault! Tuorsi and that bastard Lude framed me! Spare me—take anything!"
I kicked him off. "What can you give?" "No, please! I'll trade Boer Empire for my life!" he wailed, struggling in the warriors' grip.
"You shouldn't have touched my woman. Then we could've talked," I said coldly. Seeing no hope, Boer slumped. Passing Tuorsi, he broke free, attacking him. "You bastard! I gave you power, and you betray me? What's Lude got on you?"
Tuorsi paused. What did Lude offer? He'd lived in Boer for twenty years, built a family, had kids. Bitterly, he coughed, "Blame your incompetence. Or blame me being Wushite."
Boer, recalling his failures, spat blood, screaming, "I hate this!" Kneeling, he pleaded, "Your Majesty, I know my unforgivable sin. I regret nothing but failing my people, neglecting my fatherly duties. My empire, under you, will thrive, free from invasion. Spare my wife and kids—they're innocent. Let them grow useful under your guidance, living simply, safely, happily." His firm gaze, unlike his usual self, begged.
Moved, I sighed. "Why only now?" Meeting his eyes, I said, "I'll raise your children and care for your people. Go in peace."
"Thank you. In my next life, I'd be a commoner," Boer said, kowtowing nine times, forehead bloodied—a father's entrustment. Turning, I said, "I'll tell your family they'll be safe." He smiled gratefully, reborn in that moment.
I'd planned to slaughter Boer's royals for revenge, but his raw, selfless fatherly love swayed me. As a father, I understood. A dying bird's cry is mournful; a dying man's words are kind.
Gently, I approached Shasha. The sedative fading, she opened her eyes, piecing together events with her sharp mind. "You suffered, my treasure," I said, embracing her, kissing her softly.
Women are emotional, truly. Moved by Boer's final act, Shasha overlooked his assault, pleading, "Tian, he didn't do much. He showed remorse. Can we spare him? Demote him to a commoner, let them fend for themselves. Please?"
"Darling, we can't think that way. Boer repented, sure, but his past crimes vanish? If every killer waved a sign saying, 'I'll only do good now,' would that fly? A man must own his wrongs. Even if I spare him, he'd seek death—to teach his kids one last lesson, his only one. He left freely, unburdened," I said.
"How didn't I see that?" Shasha nestled in my arms, pouting, her captivating eyes on me. I kissed them. "Silly, it's a man's subtle code."
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