"Flying Dragon Star's winter is even prettier than Earth's," Xue'er sighed, nestled in my arms as we stood atop the palace, gazing at the vast, snow-sealed landscape. "Yeah, since we drove out the demons, this place is truly paradise," I replied.
"Guess who!" A pair of soft, smooth hands covered my eyes from behind. "Besides our Little Kitty or Shasha, who else?" Like that'd fool me. "Ugh, you always guess right! You're the worst—can't you miss once to make me happy?" Little Kitty pouted. "If I guessed wrong, you'd ban me from bed for forgetting my darling Kitty," I teased, pulling both women into my arms for a fierce kiss.
"Such a slick talker," Shasha blushed in my embrace. "Brother Tian, tell me, how'd you know it was me and Sister Shasha?" Little Kitty asked, big eyes sparkling. "That's a secret," I said, dodging. "Tell me, tell me!" She shook my arm relentlessly.
"Fine, you'll shake it out of me. It's simple—each of you has a unique scent. Think about it: who am I? Always with my ladies, heh, I know you inside out," I grinned. "You perv, always thinking dirty!" Xue'er scolded, blushing nearby. Shasha and Little Kitty were rosy too.
"There's another way to tell," I said, pausing for effect. "What's that?" Little Kitty, predictably, bit first. "Your hands. Kitty's palms have fine fuzz. Shasha's left pinky has that special ring—no other wife has it," I explained. "Oh!" The three gave adorable, enlightened looks. Though Shasha and Xue'er are mothers, they're still as shy and lovable as ever. Their starry-eyed gazes hit me—I realized I love them so deeply, I notice every detail. Holding them, we watched swirling snow in silence, savoring the unspoken beauty, warmth flowing gently. With wives like these, what more could a man want?
Footsteps echoed down the corridor. "Your Majesty, the convoy for the Demon Capital inspection is ready," my secretary said, stepping in respectfully. "Let's go, my ladies. Time to check on the Demon Capital's people," I said, leading the three out.
Though the demons lost, many were relocated here—mostly ordinary folk, but some spies linger. In a demon settlement about twenty miles from the Demon Capital, a stunning girl sat by a fire, its flickering light illuminating her flawless beauty. Everything about her was perfect, the golden horn on her forehead adding an exotic charm that made you forget she was a demon.
Meilina, the demon king's sixth daughter, was a prodigy from youth, gifted in magic and martial arts. Her mother, the king's favorite consort, died after birthing her, making the king view Meilina as a jinx. He nearly fed her to demon wolves, but ministers' pleas spared her. Growing up, only her nursemaid was close, but her talent earned her a mission—partly to keep her out of sight, as she reminded the king of his lost love. After the demon army's crushing defeat, Meilina insisted on assassinating Makino Feitian, not wanting to return to the demon realm. Trank, knowing her gentle-yet-stubborn nature, didn't argue, only urging caution and to abort if needed. He led the remaining 300,000 troops back, while Meilina scattered her 2,000 followers across regions, awaiting her chance.
"What kind of man is he?" Meilina mused by the fire. Months of studying Feitian left her baffled. Under his rule, humans transformed—strange inventions, lifespans rivaling demons', and bizarre weapons that defied understanding.
The door creaked open. Three men and four women entered, hats dusted with snow, brims hiding their small horns. "What's the word?" Meilina asked, staring at the flames.
"Our spies from Wudu report Makino Feitian may visit the Demon Capital today, with several wives," the lead man said.
"When exactly? No specifics?" Meilina's brow furrowed. "We checked the Demon Capital. They're decorating—likely five hours from now," he replied cautiously. "Likely? All you've got is guesses?" Meilina snapped.
"Prep the team. Set ambushes on the main roads. Tell everyone to stay sharp," she ordered. "Yes, ma'am." The seven bowed and left. "I hope this works. I'll show Father I'm no curse—I'm the star to win him empires," Meilina said, biting her lip, fingers whitening from clenching.
"Your Majesty, we've reached the Demon Capital," my secretary announced, snapping us from the aerial view. At the airfield, the city's governor and military commander greeted us. "Long live Your Majesty!" the crowd roared, their faces glowing with genuine fervor, no pretense. "Hello, everyone! Wishing you a joyful festival!" I shouted, amplifying my voice with qi. Today's the Creation Festival, honoring the Creator God for making the world and saving humans in crisis. It lasts twenty days, kinda like China's Spring Festival.
In that moment, I knew my efforts weren't wasted—worth every bit. I waved to the ecstatic crowd, feeling their joy. "Your Majesty, please board," the commander said. Four open-top hovercars awaited. Xue'er, the three ladies, and I stood in one. As we left the airfield, crowds lined the streets. We blessed the people, their warm hearts melting the snowy chill. The Demon Capital's folk braved the cold, touching us deeply. The blooming flowers along the route showed their effort for our visit. Shasha, beaming, said, "When I received blessings with Father, I never felt such heartfelt smiles. Now I see: systems can bring joy or pain." Whoa, philosophy at a time like this?
At the central square, I sensed killing intent. The cold masked it slightly, but not from me. I circulated true qi, warning Xue'er and the others. As the convoy moved, the intent grew thicker. Ten meters in, I knew they'd strike—targeting me, with multiple killing auras locked on. Four figures burst out, swinging long blades. Underestimating me? That's it? A wind barrier slowed them, followed by earth spikes jabbing their landing spots. The dual magic delayed their approach—just enough for me to prep.
I unleashed my strongest fist technique, Dragon Roar Across Nine Continents. Golden fist energy slammed their weapons' landing points. True qi surged through their blades, wrecking their bodies. The four spat blood, flying back diagonally. "Seize them!" I ordered the soldiers. It happened so fast, the crowd barely registered before it ended. I told the commander to split into three groups, suspecting a follow-up. Before I finished, laser grenades flew in. A deafening explosion flipped our car's canopy. Nearby civilians were hurt, but I couldn't focus on that—local officials would handle it, or they're out of a job. Six figures emerged from the smoke, wielding laser blades, charging me. If I stalled, who knew how many grenades they had? How'd demons get laser weapons? No time to think. I gene-armored my hands—the only way to counter laser tech.
The six surrounded me, while forty-plus masked black-clad figures rushed up, worsening the chaos. Xue'er and the three were cornered by four. The six stood like points in a magic array—didn't expect demons to know that. Impressive.
"Makino, today I avenge the million demons you slaughtered. You're dead," a masked figure said. Damn, a female demon—too busy fighting to notice earlier. I eyed her curves, tight black clothes showing them off. "Pervert, die!" C'mon, a glance won't hurt, why so uptight?
The six slashed at me in unison. If I went down like this, what's the point of being me? I leaped out, using wind flight magic to hover, eyeing them below. They didn't expect that, following me airborne—high-level fighters. The talkative girl was top-tier. As they ascended, I used Dragon Without Trace qinggong, dropped the flight magic, and let gravity accelerate me toward the slowest. Kick one, break their array. The girl fired a dark wave from behind. My senses dodged it, my foot still aiming true. As I nearly struck, she swung her blade. Gotcha. Defying physics, I halted midair, unleashing Invincible Dragon at her. "Watch out!" her allies yelled. Some teleported to block, but my single-target move was too strong. Three took the hit, spitting blood, yet the force passed through, slamming her hard. She flew back. "Princess!" The remaining two chased her. The demon king thinks highly of me, sending a princess. She's hurt but not fatally—a year or two, she'll recover.
"Go!" the princess croaked, spitting blood. A girl beside her whistled, rallying the black-clad attackers. Another tossed a laser grenade. Damn, again? Covering their princess's escape. The explosion let them use demon cloaking, vanishing into the crowd. A few stragglers were caught and killed by our experts.
"Feitian, you okay?" Xue'er and the others ran over, checking me frantically. "I'm fine. Didn't expect a demon princess among them," I said, shocking them.
"Your Majesty, my negligence caused this," Commander Wenbo said, ashamed. "No blame. They planned this deep." Even my Dark Dragon didn't catch it—shows how well they hid. "Any civilian injuries?" I asked, worried. "Over a hundred, but not severe. They targeted us, so casualties were low," Wenbo replied.
Thinking of their laser grenades, I ordered, "Investigate where they got those. How'd our weapons end up with them?" Laser grenades, designed for special forces, blind with intense light, or worse, and pack a punch. If used on civilians, it'd be a bloodbath. Developed recently by the military lab, only elite units have them.
"Understood," Wenbo said. "Clean this up, then search the nearby mountains—they can't have gone far," I added. That's all we could do. "Your Majesty, the captives had poison in their mouths—no survivors." Damn, demons training suicide operatives? The demon king's sparing no expense for me.
Back at the Demon Capital's palace, Xue'er and I awaited Wenbo's report. "Your Majesty, we traced the laser grenade leak. The special forces armory's lieutenant—we found his body at his home, along with his three wives and three kids. Looks like demons kidnapped his family, forcing him to steal grenades and laser blades. Once they got them, they killed everyone to cover tracks. The plan was tight—they grabbed the weapons just before the attack. Bodies are less than three hours dead."
"Damn demons!" I smashed the table, my true qi reducing it to dust. "Wenbo, order: find the assassins, no prisoners, kill on sight." "Yes, sir!" Those bastards didn't even spare kids. Demon king, I'm coming for you. I'll make you wish you were never born.