At this moment, on the Sky Dragon Empire's tech hub, Yanhuang Star, the super cosmic-grade hyper-intelligent computer "Bibi," sprawling across ten acres, was furiously computing after receiving a signal. The fleeting numbers on its screen revealed the monumental task at hand. Nearly all imperial affairs were orchestrated by Bibi. Even with vast data loads, it had never strained like this.
Bibi's abnormal activity caught the monitors' attention, who promptly reported to Dean Cohen. Cohen, receiving the alert, dropped everything, leading the Imperial Academy's computer scientists through twelve security checks to Bibi's core. Bibi was too critical—any glitch could be catastrophic.
For the Sky Dragon Empire, the universe's foremost empire, even the fastest warships took over three months to cross its vast domain. Relying on manual orders would render commands obsolete. This urgency drove Cohen's haste.
Cohen and his team frowned at the massive screen's rapidly refreshing data. "How long has this been happening?" he asked a monitor.
"About twenty minutes," the monitor estimated. Cohen glared. "What's your job? Science demands precision. 'About' is unacceptable!" The monitor froze, praying Cohen wouldn't learn he'd been chatting with his girlfriend next door. He hadn't expected the usually flawless Bibi to act up.
The computing's "clacking" noise worried them, but they held off repairs—Bibi would signal issues in advance.
Cohen faced the screen. "Bibi, it's Cohen. What's happening?" After an anxious wait, Bibi's familiar synthetic voice replied:
"I'm fine. I just received a signal from deep space. Based on its verification code, it's likely from Emperor Feitian."
"Wait!" Cohen interrupted, turning to the team. "Per confidentiality protocols, clear out." Once they retreated to a soundproof room, he continued, "No outsiders now. Speak."
Bibi: "The signal, analyzed, reads: 'Dispatch one million Tier 5+ Hua Dragon Clan to my subspace. Feitian.' Its origin confirms a different subspace. Per our spatial cosmology, His Majesty's location is coded as KJ:1HSMGNH Z:86NBAF X:OOHGGHS Y:97HGABG."
"How did His Majesty end up in another subspace? Our warships can't reach it," Cohen muttered, troubled.
"That's your problem, not mine," Bibi quipped. Cohen, half-laughing, half-wincing, said, "I know, but how do we get there? Our spatial-layer tech is theoretical, not mature. His signal suggests trouble. I must inform the Empress Dowager and His Majesty."
A "ding" snapped Cohen from his thoughts. Bibi, mimicking Feitian's cackle, said, "Haha, hint: His Majesty's Hua Dragon Clan. Dragons innately traverse cosmic subspaces. Why else specify Tier 5+? You're such a dunce."
Only Bibi dared call Cohen a dunce in the empire. Thoroughly roasted, Cohen took it in stride. "I'm an idiot, missing that," he said, smacking his head. "But how do we go?"
The screen showed a child peeing, fainting, then rising with stars circling his head, saying, "Is your brain rusted today? His Majesty has a locator. Equip our men with his subspace coordinates—can't miss him." Cohen finally got it.
Makino Feilong, Feitian's eldest son, ascended as the Sky Dragon Empire's second emperor two years after Feitian's departure, per his father's decree. With his mother and aunts' aid, he governed diligently, the most dedicated and wise of cosmic rulers. His idol was his father, Emperor Feitian. Nations revered Feitian's empire-building prowess—founding was tough, sustaining tougher. Feilong, clenching his fist in his study, vowed to surpass him. I'm Feitian's son, Emperor Feilong.
"Brother, why no lights? It's pitch-black—Mother will scold you," a voice said. Feilong squinted—it was his youngest sister, Makino Tianxue, eleven, the family's baby. Named for their mother, Ouyang Bixue, to honor her.
"Tianxue, what're you doing here? Homework done? Last time, you lied that Mother let you play here, and I got chewed out," Feilong said. Tianxue, pouting, huffed, "Don't talk like I'm a kid! I'm almost twelve—a grown-up!"
"Haha, our Tianxue's a grown-up? I still see a kid. Name your price—I'll buy it to apologize, but nothing too pricey, or I'm broke," Feilong teased, holding her hand.
"Hehe, not much," Tianxue's bright eyes twinkled. "Just lend me your Demon God Gear for a day." She stared eagerly.
Feilong nearly fell over. A day? Last time, thirty minutes wrecked a tenth of the palace, costing his salary for repairs and earning a scolding. Another day, and he'd be, as Minister Yun quipped, "striving till sixty" to pay debts.
"No way, absolutely not," Feilong waved off. "You're under fifteen—can't use gear." Empire law mandated boys and girls study Dragon Armor and gear at fifteen for a year.
"Good brother, please!" Tianxue wheedled, tugging his arm. Unmoved, she hugged his neck, whispering, "We'll go to space—Mother won't know."
"Who said I won't know?" a majestic, melodious voice rang out. Tianxue, startled, slid off Feilong, standing obediently like a model child. Feilong stifled a laugh.
A stunning woman in simple palace attire, about twenty-five, entered with two maids—Ouyang Bixue, Feitian's first wife, Feilong and Tianxue's mother.
Seeing her, Feilong stood. "Mother." Bixue eyed her grown son, so like that rascal Feitian, gone four years to who-knows-where, worrying her. Glancing at the dark room, she said gently, "Dragon, change this habit. Thinking in darkness sharpens the mind but warps character. Face issues openly. Decide and act. I know you idolize your father, but don't bear his burden. You're you; he's him. He'd be disappointed to see this. Believe in yourself—you're doing wonderfully."
"Thank you, Mother. I'll remember," Feilong said humbly. "Why visit so late?"
"Your marriage. You missed your father's era—he set your wife count. Choose wisely. This is the imperial house, not common folk. We don't mind you picking, but you know the conditions. Wealth or beauty don't matter—virtue and grace do. An emperor's human; a discordant home drains energy for state affairs," Bixue said, sipping tea.
"Mother, I've decided. I'll skip Earth royals like Japan's princesses, choose two from afar, and find the rest myself," Feilong replied.
"Fine, but treat your wives well, even political ones. They're not here by choice. Their children are Makinos. I agree on Earth princesses, but if you love one, don't hesitate. Oh, your father betrothed you to Kangjia Empire's little princess. She arrives soon—a real beauty," Bixue chuckled.
The palace overflowed with princesses from cosmic and Earth's fallen royals, a headache. With the Sky Dragon Empire's might—shaking the cosmos—every nation wanted their princess as empress or consort, dreaming of swaggering even as a mere planet.
"What era is this? Father still does this?" Feilong groaned. Bixue, knowing his heart, said, "Don't blame him—you agreed."
"I agreed?" Feilong, memory fuzzy, asked.
"You know her. You two got along great," Bixue teased.
"Don't tell me you don't know Wanqing. Rumor says you're secretly engaged. If you dislike Father's arrangement, I'll cancel it," Bixue said slyly. Feilong, no match for her, blushed.
"No!" Realizing it was Wanqing, Feilong flushed. No wonder Mother seemed familiar with her. I was the last to know.
"Your father, fearing you'd dislike her, arranged with Emperor Yeluo VIII to send you both to school for free development. He had vision," Bixue explained.
"Haha, Brother loves Wanqing! Fifth Brother likes her too. Time for a knightly duel!" Tianxue blurted.
Bixue's face hardened. "Nonsense, Tianxue. Your fifth brother was joking. Now, why're you here? After gear again? Last time wasn't enough?" Tianxue clammed up.
"Mother, why didn't Father unify Earth? The galaxy's ours, yet Earth's a mess," Feilong asked, puzzled.
"Why do you think? What lessons did you learn? Why did Father make you an external affairs minister at Huanglong Group's branch?" Bixue prompted. Feilong lit up. Earth's his testing ground for me. Its disunity was a perfect learning lab. Early exposure to factions prepped him for today's chaos.
Suddenly, Feilong's private secretary entered with a dispatch, handing it to him. Reading it, Feilong, thrilled, passed it to Bixue. "Mother, Father's news! His signal!" Bixue, just mentioning that rascal, trembled, taking the dispatch: "Dispatch one million Tier 5+ Hua Dragon Clan to my subspace. Feitian. Via Academy." From the Academy. Calming her excitement, she resolved to see him this time.
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