A month after the human-demon war, today's a true cause for Flying Dragon Star to celebrate—the first true unification of the Saint Demon Continent in history. Tribes from forests and Dragon Island flocked to Wudu for our founding ceremony. Our sole regime? The Heavenly Dragon Empire, with yours truly as emperor, naturally. Government structures stay the same, but we've added the Senate of Elders to resolve interspecies friction, assist the empresses in managing the state during my campaigns, and vet decisions. The Senate includes tribal chiefs, plus human realm's Cohen and Fenlanlei. Cohen's inclusion ensures cosmic war know-how, so we're not flying blind.
With uneven population spread, we're building towns in mixed-race zones to foster interaction, deepen understanding, and cut down on trouble. Goal? Ultimate racial unity.
Flying Dragon Star time, 9:00 AM sharp. The Heavenly Dragon Empire's military parade kicked off. Leading the charge: the tri-service honor guard, followed by human realm's three armies. Next, beastman units—disbanded as independent forces from today, now under empire control. What a sight! Burly bear clan soldiers in uniforms, clutching laser rifles, bayonets at waists, marching in polished boots. They trained hard this month to nail that step. Wolf clan followed, human-like except for their ears, one of the continent's transforming races. Cat and fox clans debuted as female medics, set to shine on future battlefields. Finally, the continent's newest, strongest race: the Chinese humans. Ten thousand in four formations, their crisp steps, bold slogans, and resolute faces hit like a thunderbolt. From today, humans join the transforming races. Then came the armored units: light personal mechs, tanks, magic cannons, missiles, and six Flying Dragon warships—small, medium, large—in triangular formations. Tribal chiefs' jaws dropped. The 20,000-meter-long large warships stole the show, their shadows blanketing the square.
The parade took two and a half hours. Accompanied by elders and ministers, I ascended the general's platform. The crowd roared, "Long live Your Majesty! Long live, forever live!" With my enhanced body, I might outlast "forever." I raised a hand for silence. "Citizens of the empire, today I'm thrilled. A month ago, we crushed the vile demons, reclaiming our lands. But what's more exciting? Our imperial institute's life serum. From today, we'll all have eternal life. Follow the empire's training guides, and immortality's no dream!" Tears, hugs—races united in joy. What's more thrilling than eternal life? Once a privilege of dragons, gods, and demons, now it's ours. "Here, as Emperor of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, I declare: we enter the Great Spacefaring Era. See those warships? They'll carry us across the cosmos. No longer confined to tiny Flying Dragon Star, we'll claim better, bigger planets. I announce: humanity declares war on the demon realm. We'll invade their world!"
Cheers erupted; youths envied the soldiers. "From today, we become gods, become demons. No longer god clan slaves, we're our own masters. Forward, forward—storm the demon realm. Let them know crossing us is worse than crossing gods!" Hot blood needs hot encouragement to build momentum.
"Crush the demon realm! Crush the demon realm!" The square pulsed with passionate cries. Somewhere, the demon king shivered.
That night, the palace hosted a grand banquet. The bear clan chief, with his wife and daughter, ignored decorum, piling plates high. On Dragon Island, they'd never tasted such delights. Five millennia of Chinese culinary culture ain't just talk.
"Chief Bearte, how's the food?" I asked, wine glass in hand, Xue'er on my arm. "Oh, good, good," the oaf mumbled, too busy eating to recognize me. His wife nudged him. "Oh, Your Majesty! Sorry, the food's too delicious," he said, rubbing greasy paws, embarrassed. I nearly fainted—now you play refined? "As long as you like it. I worried it wouldn't suit everyone." "Majesty, how'll I live after this?" Bearte sighed. "What? Someone messing with you?" I asked, confused. "No one's troubling me. But after this feast, missing it'll kill me!" he explained.
"Damn, you're no dummy—got a sense of humor!" I laughed, smacking him. "Heh, I read a few books lately," he said. We gaped—Bearte, reading? "No way. If you're lying, heh," I threatened. "Swear, Majesty! You said we're moving from cold to hot weapons, science is power. As chief, I can't be clueless. Gotta learn to look the part," he said. I nearly collapsed—that's why?
Post-banquet, in the palace bedchamber. "Xue'er, easy—you're the empress! Oof, Kapo, move your chest, I can't breathe! Who's kissing my little kitty? It tickles! Little Kitty, why's your tail around my ear?" A head popped from the covers of a ten-by-three-meter bed—none other than Emperor Makino Feitian. Before catching a breath, I was yanked back under, drowned in a tidal wave of passion.
Still buzzed from the banquet, my wives dragged me to the bedchamber for a romp. Three months without action, no wonder they went wild tonight. Women are tigers—damn right.
"Feitian, wake up! Earth's in trouble!" Xue'er shook me from a tangle of limbs. "What trouble? Earth's not our problem. Let me sleep," I yawned, groggy. Last night's frenzy nearly broke my superhuman stamina—imagine the intensity.
"Who says it's not our problem? Our Dark Dragon's North American base got exposed. Now every global black society's gunning for us!" "What?" I bolted upright. "Weren't they scared shitless? Why so bold now?"
"No clue where they got the intel, but they claim we've been muscling in on their deals for years. Major gangs are allied now."
"Fine, summon the First Imperial Guard. We're going," I said. You wanna fight? Bring it. My First Guard—40,000 Chinese elites trained by Yellow Dragon Group—are the best of the best.
On Yellow Dragon Island, Dark Dragon's chief reported, sweating, "Young Master, the U.S. has ten gangs, Italy five, Russia four, China six, Japan four, plus forty others worldwide. Roughly 300,000 total." He wasn't blameless for the base's exposure.
I nearly fainted—me, the collective target of the global underworld? "What's coming will come. First, scout major gangs' locations, numbers, weapons, distance from us, and recent moves." "Yes, sir."
Black society's all about profit—anything goes. They fear Dark Dragon but still come, proof enough. Before, we struck from shadows, a looming threat. Now, I'll hit openly, showing what a real black society is. It's not just waving a few guns.
"How'd our base get exposed?" I asked, puzzled. Our methods stump even U.S. agents. "We're not sure. Recent ops showed sabotage and tails, but when we checked, nothing." "Hmm." A tough opponent, evading my team's detection. Their strength's legit.
"Pull our Americas crew to the backup base and prep. I'll head over," I told the chief. "Yes, Young Master."
"Young Master!" greeted the 2,000 Dark Dragon Americas members. "Chin up! Who are we? The black society's supreme! A small setback won't break us. Heads high!" I barked. These guys rarely face rivals; this is a wake-up call—there's always a bigger fish.
"What's the situation?" I asked the intel chief. "The U.S.'s ten gangs, plus some Asian minor ones, are meeting here," he said, pointing to a map.
"Wipe out the big gangs' HQs first—black or white businesses, doesn't matter." Damn, let's play big. Show the strength gap. Think your whitewashed deals are secret? Nothing's hidden unless you do nothing.
"Mr. Yamada, how's Fuji Mountain Society prepping?" an American asked a Japanese man. "Mr. Smith, we're ready to teach Dark Dragon a lesson. They've cost us billions over the years," Yamada said, slamming the table. Smith, leading the Americas' anti-Dark Dragon push, was thrilled. Taking down the mysterious Dark Dragon's Americas branch under his command? Divine. Their wealth rivals America's economy.
Sudden gunfire erupted outside. The bosses knew—Dark Dragon struck first. The top dog moves fast, leaving no room to think. Smith couldn't help but want to meet Dark Dragon's boss.
I stood on the villa's lawn, under a starry sky. Tonight was restless; distant police sirens wailed. Hmm. My senses caught someone spying from the woods. Not bad—likely the ones who exposed our base to the gangs. You're here, you're not leaving. With qinggong, I zipped toward the target like smoke.
A martial artist, huh? Her moves… similar to mine. No, identical. Her skill's a tad above my Dark Dragon members—no wonder they couldn't spot her. But today, she met the boss. Heh. I trailed her leisurely, a meter behind, to a small mound. "Help, I'm out of steam!" A woman's voice—girls in black society now?
Smart, trying that trick? Too green. Wait—someone's there. Heads popped from the mound, guns blazing. Bang, bang, bang! Four saw a figure get hit, then vanish. A ghost? The girl I chased stopped, staring at my last spot in disbelief.
I stood behind her, hand on her chin. "Looking for someone, little lady? Me, maybe?" "Ah!" Five jumped, spooked. Enemy this slick, behind their big sister undetected? "What do you want? Let her go, we won't hassle you," a boy among the four said.
I nearly fainted. You think you're me, sparing you to give me face? "I'm here for trouble. This girl's mine." I kissed her cheek for show. "No! I'll go with you, but let big sister go," the boy said. Young, but loyal—I like that. "What use are you? A food waster?" I shot back. "Uh, uh…" These kids had decent martial skills, especially the girl. Clearly novices playing black society. The boy thought TV-style loyalty would win a boss's respect. Reality check: TV lies.