Zhao Han came to a realization.
That was right—give life a choice.
She was not an invincible teacher. She could only care for those willing to be cared for by her.
Or rather, she could only protect those who shared her ideals.
She no longer had any doubts.
If there were things she could not do, she could let Little Fatty do them.
After all, it was ruthless and vicious—spicy chicken stir-fry, chicken stir-fried with green peppers...
The more she thought about it, the more her saliva began to drip uncontrollably.
"Wasn't I doing it for your own good? You call me ruthless and vicious, but ruling a territory isn't the same as being a manager at a company," Seed of Narration said as it emerged.
Zhao Han agreed, "Fine, fine. We'll divide the work from now on. You work while I sleep, and I won't interfere anymore. But don't kill people indiscriminately. Just exile them directly and give them a chance to choose."
"Hmph, Soft Egg. Don't you know everyone hates you?"
"Nonsense. Everyone obviously likes me."
"That's only your family. Many of your subordinates worship you on the surface, but behind your back, they think you lack authority and aren't suited to be a king. I knew all that, but I never told you, to spare your fragile heart."
"..." Zhao Han said nothing and went off to sulk by herself.
Hahaha, I'll be in charge again from now on.
First, I'll hang a few traitors.
Seed of Narration thought wildly in delight.
As an intelligent Strange Seed, it had ambitions too.
Its ambition was to become the narrator of all space-time.
It wanted to be able to decide the fate of any living being in space-time with a single sentence.
For example: "In such-and-such year and such-and-such