Go, Set Terra Ablaze

"Just a hundred years?" Qianyi laughed. "It won't take that long. I swear here and now: ten years—no, five. Within five years, I will make you the King of New Great Britain, a nation far greater in scale than the Fae Kingdom. Otherwise, my child will become my fated nemesis, shatter my band, regime, and Community of Shared Destiny, and exile me from this world forever, never to return home."

No, why were you even crazier than me?

For the first time, Morgan felt fear toward someone.

If Morgan's bloodline was engraved with a longing for Great Britain, then what was engraved in Qianyi's bloodline was undoubtedly something deeper, more twisted, and more bizarre than Morgan's.

It was something twisted that could effortlessly devour and crush even the dazzling sun, something from which there was absolutely no escape.

"Morgan, I'll revive your Great Britain, and I'll bear the burden of your life as well!" Qianyi extended his right hand toward Morgan, like a savior descending from heaven.

But Morgan knew very well that the person before her was no savior. He was a "witch" who would curse to death anyone who came near him, entangling them so thoroughly that neither time, space, the world, nor even death could stop that curse. Escape would never be permitted.

But so what?

Morgan raised her cold hand and tightly grasped Qianyi's outstretched palm.

It was only the curse of a counterfeit. She was the real witch—why would the genuine article fear a fake?

Without hesitation, she threw herself into the distortion.

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I am thou, thou art I.

Here, thou shalt obtain a brand-new contract.

This contract is the wing of rebellion that breaks the cage.

I, the Empress Mask, newly born and bathed in the wind of blessing, shall grant thee greater strength to soar toward freedom.

III Empress Morgan

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Having settled Morgan, Qianyi turned his next target toward the bawling Bavhanxi. As a member of the Great Britain band, how could he stand by and watch his bandmates verge on collapse?

Bavhanxi was much easier to handle than Morgan. Qianyi only needed to take Morgan along and shower her with praise, then ask Morgan to change into some cute clothes and play with her for a while. The matter was easily resolved.

The only problem was how to persuade Morgan to wear those embarrassing outfits. Fortunately, persuading people was Qianyi's specialty. He directly asked Morgan for her measurements, height, and weight, then placed an order on his phone right in front of her. He merely told her those were popular styles in this world. He also bought daily necessities and bedding for several of the faeries.

The afternoon sunlight spilled across the empty basketball court. With the mindset that since he had already skipped morning classes, he might as well skip the afternoon ones too, Qianyi chose to play soccer that afternoon.

Morgan and Bavhanxi did not come, so Qianyi, Artoria, Melusine, and Barghest split into pairs and started playing against each other. But halfway through, Qianyi wanted to quit.

"Oh, oh, Sir Qianyi, what dashing movements! That overflowing power you can hardly conceal, those techniques tempered through countless trials... ah, I'm practically drooling..." Barghest, all six-foot-three and 264 pounds of her, marked Qianyi the entire time while making remarks that were practically harassment. She nearly kicked his resolve to pieces.

He was about to get run over by a tank.

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On the other side, Melusine flew around with the ball like a jet fighter, leaving Artoria utterly helpless.

Fortunately, halfway through the match, the two Fae Knights started fighting among themselves to determine who was the strongest knight of the Fae Kingdom. Naturally, Qianyi chose a prison spot and began resting.

Qianyi chilled the blonde faerie, who was crouching on the ground counting ants, with a bottle of iced cola. It startled a cute cry out of her. "Wah! So cold! Qianyi, you're so mean!"

"How does it feel?" Qianyi asked.

"I'm very happy. Being able to eat, play, and go shopping with everyone like this... and you're happy too, Qianyi, so I'm happy as well." Artoria took the cola, remained crouched on the ground with her hands on her knees, and watched the two Fae Knights fiercely competing ahead.

"Do I look happy?"

"I feel like you do look happy, but if I look closely, it seems like something is troubling you. Did something bother you? I can be your listening tree hollow, Qianyi."

"Mm. I don't know whose home I should raid. Or rather, I'm a little lost about which world and place I should go to, who I should kick to death, and where I should build a new Great Britain for you all to live in."

"Eh..."

Don't be troubled over something like that!

Artoria had originally thought Qianyi was troubled because he had failed to save the Fae Kingdom's Great Britain. She had intended to let him confide in her, and she was quite willing to temporarily play the role of an older sister and soothe his troubled heart.

And now he was telling her he was lost because he did not know which emperor's home to raid?

"Why are you so shocked? Isn't this perfectly normal?" Qianyi asked in confusion.

"No, no, no, this is completely abnormal!" Artoria shot to her feet in fright.

"I originally planned to visit the British Empire and see whether I could kick the Empress of England to death, leaving the position open for Morgan."

"Could you please not say such an evil plan so calmly? Are you Satan?"

"But in the future, I'm going to become Prime Minister of Japan, conquer the entire world, become Earth's President, then launch the Great Expedition and conquer the galaxy and the universe. If Morgan becomes the Empress of the British Empire, there will inevitably be a battle between us in the future. But if we fight, the band might break up, and that doesn't fit the purpose of my Great Expedition."

"You were this dangerous of a person?!"

Artoria felt that this kind of trouble was beyond her ability to handle. If she were a Grand Servant protecting Earth, she might immediately trick Qianyi into her world, summon the other Grand Heroes, and combine all their Grand power to seal him away. If she were an Apostle of the Alien God, she might immediately bow down and acknowledge him as her great father.

Unfortunately, she was neither. She was merely a weak, pitiful, helpless, homeless little faerie who was still happy. All she could do was wait for the day Qianyi shouted, "This place is worth raiding!" and then rush in with everyone else to grab some good stuff.

"Well, later, Morgan and I will take a ship to England and have a look first. There's plenty of time. We can take it slowly."

Qianyi planned to take a ship to England during winter break to investigate the place. After deciding on that plan, he opened the Dimensional Chat Group, intending to scroll through the chat and see what everyone was doing.

As expected, the people in the group were as lively as ever.

Every day, Hiiragi Tina tortured Magical Girls in all kinds of ways, then posted their defeat CGs in the group. As a result, administrator Toyokawa Shoko muted her.

Seele was still being tortured half to death by that pile of science textbooks. She was probably not far from death.

When people were pushed to the limit, they could do anything—except physics and mathematics.

Kiana, meanwhile, was complaining about Theresa's unreliability and how Durandal tried every possible way to duel her every day.

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: I'm seriously done with this. Why is my sister's head so hard? At first, I could suppress her with my various Herrscher powers and strong body, but after fighting her so many times, she's like she turned on cheats. Her stats keep shooting up.

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: If I keep fighting my sister like this, I might get hung up and whipped again before long. But it doesn't matter. As long as I don't fight her, I can always stay just a little stronger than her. Hahaha!

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Aaaaaah! Why?! Why?! Why does this world have things like physics and mathematics?!

Talulah: Sigh, Reunion is short on funds again. When can we continue raiding homes? Aurora's money is about to run out.

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: How did you spend it so quickly?

Talulah: We recently recruited another batch of infected, and the Ursus government has started taking action against us infected. But that makes sense. With so many infected gathered together, being targeted is only natural. It feels like we should relocate.

Steel Prison Big: Why are you relocating already? Where's your Third Army Group? Take them out and beat them up.

Talulah: Uh... the army group's people don't want to fight alongside infected, and military expenses are too high. Plus, the other nobles and the authorities are stirring things up. Anyway, the situation is complicated.

Steel Prison Big: Did the Emperor reclaim them under centralized control?

Talulah fell silent. After quite a while, she finally typed a sentence.

Talulah: My hands haven't been feeling too good lately.

Steel Prison Big: Lol.

Qianyi did not need to think to know what Talulah had done. To protect the infected's rights and secure them a voice, she had leaned more toward the infected, which had made the Third Army Group unhappy.

Why did you infected get food and supplies on the same level as our regular army, or even better than us?

In that atmosphere, as long as the other nobles and the royal family were not idiots, they would know to throw benefits around like crazy. As one side rose, the other fell. Compared to pledging loyalty to some infected leader from who knew where, most soldiers would rather pledge loyalty to the nobles and royal family. So by the time Talulah realized what was happening, she could no longer command her subordinates.

The Third Army Group did not tie you up and offer you to the Emperor for money? Ata, it seemed your personal charisma was pretty good after all.

Talulah: Uh, I don't think it's entirely my fault, right? The benefits and salaries you set, Qianyi, were way too generous. Especially after Reunion expanded, the cost of those benefits and wages became enormous. Even raiding nobles is only a drop in the bucket.

Steel Prison Big: ???

Steel Prison Big: Don't tell me you gave the people who joined Reunion later the same treatment as the first batch who followed you.

Talulah fell silent. Qianyi, however, smiled in relief and slowly typed five words into the public chat.

Steel Prison Big: Dancing Haki Dragon.

You actually made me laugh this much. Impressive, Talulah. If King You of Zhou had even half your skill back then, he probably would not have needed beacon fires to amuse the lords—Bao Si would have laughed already.

Kid, stop running this Reunion thing. Disband it. Go establish a Shenanigans Movement instead. Stream yourself doing all kinds of crazy stunts across Terra every day. Maybe after a few years, people will stop rejecting the infected.

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: To be honest, I'm almost out of supplies here too.

Child of Prophecy: It has only been a month since we raided Aurora's home.

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: One month is already a long time.

Talulah: I've been looking for new nobles lately, but it seems merely targeting major nobles can no longer satisfy our appetite. Since we could deal with Heavenly Mandate and the Fae Kingdom, does that mean we already have the ability to raid an Emperor's home?

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Finally! Is it finally happening?! Kill Cocolia!

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: Didn't we already kill Cocolia?

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: I mean the Cocolia from my world, Great Guardian Cocolia.

Steel Prison Big: Killing one character twice feels like we're out of material. And as for Belobog, even dogs would shake their heads after seeing that place. Ursus is better.

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: Then should we go after the Emperor of Ursus?

Talulah: 111. I've been sick of that old Emperor for ages. Qianyi, come quickly. This time, we'll make it big. It's time for Ursus to burn to ashes!

Steel Prison Big: Not doing it.

Talulah: Why?!

If you don't come, who's going to make up for the missing guidance in our plan?!

Talulah was quite self-aware. Up to now, their plans had succeeded so many times not only because of the Dimensional Chat Group's formidable strength, but more importantly because of Qianyi's brains.

Every time, he enabled them to pinpoint the enemy's key figures and eliminate them precisely. Once those people were killed, the rest were merely a disorganized mob and nothing to fear.

But if they failed to kill those key figures, the problem would become enormous.

Child of Prophecy: He's going to England to investigate whether it's suitable for building New Great Britain.

Talulah: England? Victoria?

Child of Prophecy: Mm. Qianyi promised Morgan he would build her a new Great Britain.

Talulah: Then why not come attack Victoria? I have Red Dragon blood. After we take it, I can inherit the throne, but I don't need the throne. I can give it to you and Morgan, Qianyi. I only need to fight for the infected's rights.

Steel Prison Big: Tell the truth.

Talulah: I'm bad at this.

After Qianyi's scolding just now, she had understood that she might not be suited for management. She was only suited to being a fighter.

And fighters only needed to know how to fight nobles and fight Emperors!

As for management, she could leave it entirely to someone better at it. Morgan had ruled Great Britain for two thousand years, and the conditions under her rule looked pretty good. Besides, she was a faerie from another world. In her eyes, infected and ordinary people were no different. Once she took power, she would definitely be better than those nobles and Aslan royalty.

Steel Prison Big: Then here's the problem. Only Drac bloodlines and the Aslan line can inherit the throne. How will Morgan become ruler without either?

Talulah: Uh... political marriage?

Steel Prison Big: Ata, have you finally forgotten that you're a woman?

Child of Prophecy: Women and women can't enter a political marriage, can they?

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: Eh! I thought of an idea! First, let Talulah marry Qianyi and pass the position of King of Victoria to him. Then Qianyi marries Morgan and passes the position to Morgan. Wouldn't Morgan then have the throne of King of Victoria?

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: Kiana, you really are a genius!

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: We get money and supplies, Morgan gets the throne of King of Victoria, and Victoria gets a wise leader. It's simply a triple win!

Steel Prison Big: ?

Have you idiots finally gone insane?

Go Let Terra Burn

Kiana truly was worthy of being from an old European noble family. The moment she opened her mouth, it was classic noble talk.

First, marry into the royal bloodline. Then let the royal bloodline you married dissolve into water. Let your child with that royal bloodline inherit the throne. Those with morals would be satisfied becoming a Regent King, while those without morals would drown their own child as well, then naturally inherit the throne through father succeeding son.

But this operation of marrying Talulah, taking Talulah's throne, then marrying Morgan and letting Morgan inherit the throne was still far too absurd.

Yet on the Terra Continent, it somehow seemed perfectly reasonable.

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: I came up with this earth-shattering plan after flipping through history books for ages. It's amazing, right?!

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: I can't tell whether the plan is good, but I can definitely tell it's earth-shattering.

Steel Prison Big: Kid, I'm guessing you were reading European history books.