"Is this my power?" I stared, incredulous, at where Amaterasu vanished. I knew my strength, but obliterating a so-called "god" so effortlessly shocked me. Are gods this weak?
Feitian hovered, pondering silently. Below, the Kamei and Kete tribes were awestruck by my unmatched might and regal aura. Many knelt, worshipping.
"Rise," I said, my voice clear despite the distance, as if whispered in their ears. Their adoring gazes intensified. "A god's a god—speaking so far, yet so clear." Obeying, they stood, awaiting my next command. Mengba's heart trembled: How will this god deal with me? I hope he spares my tribe. Let me bear the consequences.
"You're the Kamei chief?" I turned to the burly man who'd been barking orders. Under my gaze, he flinched, avoiding my eyes, but soon met them with resolve and… calm? What shifted him so fast? Curious, I watched his lips move, ready for answers.
"Yes, revered God. I'm Mengba, Kamei chief. I heeded vile counsel and let greed guide me. This is my fault. Please spare my tribe—let me bear all punishment," Mengba pleaded, kneeling. "Chief, no!" his tribesmen cried, stunned.
So that's it. His fearlessness in facing death explained his calm. A man unafraid of dying has nothing to hide. His tribe clearly revered him. Can I blame them? Advanced wonders tempt anyone. In this harsh world—or even in the universe's advanced nations—coveting treasures often leads to force. It's primal instinct. My Sky Dragon Empire, if not wealthy, might've taken the same path for survival.
With a gentle wind spell, I lifted him. "Who said I'd punish you?" Mengba froze, his face cycling through shock and joy. The sudden mercy left him speechless, lips trembling with emotion. His tribesmen cheered, clashing stone spears in celebration.
I flew to the temple. The Kete opened the fortress gates, as I'd instructed post-Amaterasu. Mengba saw but lacked the gall to advance now. Arranging his tribe, he brought a few respected elders, escorted by Tushi, to the temple.
Mengba's group marveled along the way. Why's our god inferior, demanding blood? Seeing Kete tribesmen in hemp clothes, Mengba resolved to worship this god for a better life.
"Thanks for sparing my sins," Mengba said, kneeling with his men. Damn, like Westerners confessing to statues. I'm alive—why the worship?
"Stand," I said. "I know why you came. I'll build your homes, but you must learn to construct and weave. Study under the Kete. Any issues?"
Mengba, thrilled at the offer, nodded eagerly. "No problem!" He grabbed Tushi's arm. "Chief Tushi, we'll need your help." Damn, this oaf's no fool. His cunning rivaled modern merchants—sly as hell.
Goddamn. Building six major cities and twelve smaller ones on this continent exhausted me. Mental strain, mostly. Crafting rooms and streets took effort. But my power grew slightly—more projects like this, then. Sitting home cultivating won't cut it.
Gazing at the dense crowds below, I wondered if my choice was right. Vaulting them from primitive to feudal society was a leap. No regrets, though. A feudal society without slaves—unique here. As their supreme god, my word was law. They wouldn't argue, heh. (Chronicler's note: "Petty man revels in power." Feitian: "Jealous? Try it, big shot. With your Tier 3 skills? Pfft, enough said." Chronicler, fuming, waves a fist: "Tier 3? Cocky! I'll knock you back to caveman!")
"Husband, I'm nervous," Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua clung to me, eyeing the millions below. Their tribe was six hundred—when had they seen such a throng? This was just part of the continent. If they saw the empire's trillions, they'd faint!
I patted their backs lovingly. "No need to worry. I've got this." My smile eased them. Addressing the tribal leaders—now city lords and clan heads—I said, "I'm pleased you've joined this assembly. Your lives have improved. For future progress, elect a leader today. When they pass, elect another. This system will endure. Thoughts?"
The lords and chiefs buzzed. "We follow God Lord's will," they agreed. I stood, announcing, "Since you consent, choose a leader. I've another proclamation: I designate the Kete and Kamei tribes as Guardian Tribes, granting them endless life and unmatched power."
The crowd erupted, stunned. Nothing topped eternal life and supreme strength. Envy and jealousy fixed on the forty-thousand-plus Kete and Kamei, now in silk—not hemp—clothes, a lavish gift for their role. They looked like divine attendants. I added women from other tribes—more beauties never hurt. Why? Strength in numbers. This subspace wasn't reachable by standard tech—only Dragon, Demon, and God Clans could traverse it. These tribes could assist later. I also planned to relocate some Hua Dragon Clan here. Our old space was too cluttered for cultivation; these pristine planets were perfect.
"Quiet," I said softly, yet all heard as if I spoke beside them. As the crowd hushed, I continued, "From today, they'll live elsewhere, not meddling in your affairs. But they'll protect your safety and race's survival. If anyone or race violates these, they'll act."
The crowd relaxed. Too superior, and envy festers. Hearing the Guardian Tribes wouldn't interfere, they rejoiced, thrilled at such elite "bodyguards."
Relocating the Kete and Kamei? Easy. These past weeks weren't wasted. Exploring space, I found two small satellites orbiting this planet, teeming with plants and unknown animals. The universe's secrets are endless—species alone defy counting.
"No objections? Return home," I waved. That was enough. They had their ways—meddling more might rocket them to a cosmic era, birthing who-knows-what race. Tempting, but I restrained myself. No rushing growth.
"You, go," I told Tushi and Mengba, producing two large teleportation arrays from my ring. Their Tier 2 bodies couldn't fly—Tier 4 was needed. Arrays were safest for satellite transport. After they entered, I stored the arrays and zipped to the satellites.
"Wow, so beautiful!" At the satellite's main palace, awed voices rang. Duo'er Hua ran over, grabbing my hand. "As long as you like it," I said, kissing her. "Let's check inside."
"Mmm," the sisters nodded happily.
The stunned tribes gaped at the massive palace. This is a god's home—and ours! The crystal palace, radiating seven-colored light, was built from blocks I mined across planets. Seven days of toil for Comrade Feitian.
"Husband, what's this?" Duo'er Duo pointed at a screen. "Look, people below! How'd it get there?" She shouted, as if uncovering treasure.
"No big deal. I installed mini-satellites on your old planet to monitor everything. You see what they're doing. This way, you can help them. Got it?" I explained gently.
"What's a satellite?" They nodded but asked, puzzled. "A tool to watch others, even from high up." To aid their duties, I'd set up satellites.
"Husband, where's this? Two palaces? This is ours!" Duo'er Hua pointed at other screens, excited.
Like Granny Liu in the Grand View Garden, they marveled at everything. If I took them to the empire, they'd just gape and "ah" endlessly.
"Calm down. This big palace is where we are. The smaller one's on the other satellite. Press here—see? That's the satellite's full view. Move this, and you see every spot," I taught, guiding their hands.
"So amazing! Sis, look, that animal's cute! Oh, Husband, something's chasing it!" They spotted a small creature fleeing a predator, crying out worriedly. Even my godly powers couldn't act in time. Luckily, the critter ducked into a burrow. The sisters sighed in relief.
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