Chapter 428: Shadow

"The weak shall have no descendants; ordinary men shall have no lineage. After several such epochs, the world will belong entirely to my sons!"

Upon hearing these words, the entire world fell silent. The declaration was too domineering and aggressive.

Its implications were terrifying.

It meant forcibly separating married couples in every city across the land, sending wives into the Twelve Palaces to serve this deity?

Did it mean that ordinary men would have no right to women at all? Were they destined to live out their lives in solitude, their bloodlines extinguished, as the best possible outcome? Would all women in the world henceforth belong only to Emperor Great Joy?

Instantly, the world erupted in a frenzy of public outrage.

If the previous brutality of Emperor Sakura was based on the civilized memories of the Ishuldar he had acquired, then what stood before them was truly the ancient savagery of a beast, primitive and bloodthirsty.

The First Year of the Great Joy Dynasty.

Emperor Great Joy ascended the throne, established twelve famous cities, gathered all the women of the world, and indulged in revelry day and night.

This was the prelude to a dark age, the first divine slave dynasty in history.

From then on, ordinary men never saw women again. Men lived together in cities, as if the female species had been eradicated from the entire world.

Within the twelve cities, Emperor Great Joy descended nightly, yet the cities were so vast that he had not even touched a tenth of the concubines in any single city.

"Tyrant!"

"He is a tyrant!"

Countless people roared in defiance.

The Third Year of the Great Joy Dynasty.

Although Emperor Great Joy had killed other Heavenly Emperors who had obtained spatial data that year, some still remained. One Heavenly Emperor, utilizing hidden spatial technology, became a deity and secretly infiltrated the palace to launch a sneak attack.

"Tyrant! I have come to execute you!"

This was a tall, upright man who leapt forward, his eyes burning with fierce flames.

As a Heavenly Emperor whose wife had also been taken into the Twelve Cities, he could only secretly strive to become stronger, hoping that when he finally came to rescue her, this cruel and debauched tyrant would not have touched his wife.

This was not only his thought, but also that of other Heavenly Emperors and many powerful individuals. Driven by this hatred for revenge, they continuously grew stronger, wanting to rescue their wives trapped behind high walls.

"You wish to kill me?" Emperor Great Joy smiled. Adorned in splendor, covered in glittering jewels, he sat motionless on his divine throne, his face obscured by a shimmering divine aura, emanating an aura that looked down upon all beings.

The Heavenly God roared in fury, "Emperor Great Joy, your tyranny knows no bounds! Prepare to die!"

"Very good," Emperor Great Joy said.

"Good?" The Heavenly God was stunned.

Emperor Great Joy remained motionless on his divine throne, then suddenly rose, looking down at the Heavenly God below the palace. "The weak are unworthy of wives and children; their bloodlines are mere dregs, with no need to persist. But you have become a god, which proves that the blood of a powerful being, like myself, flows within you. I can grant you one city and permit your wife to return to you, so you may enjoy the women of the world alongside me."

The Heavenly God's face contorted in anger. "Do not try to win me over!"

Emperor Great Joy, still seated on his throne, waved the embroidered sleeve of his golden robe and chuckled, "I will return your wife to you, and grant you one-twelfth of the world's women, power, and wealth—everything will be yours. From now on, the world will belong to our sons. What do you say?"

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