"It was time to start a war!"
Big Rat looked at his age. He was already twenty-five, with only twenty-five years left until he turned fifty.
Five years to defeat his rivals, five years to straighten out the empire, five years to marry into the High Nobles' families—he would only have ten years left to truly rule the empire.
He also needed to pave the way for his children.
So he had to make every moment count.
He looked at the countless rats. They were already comparable to the strongest members of the Saintly Order! This was no exaggeration. The speed at which creatures devoured and evolved on their own was no slower than the rate at which the others leveled up.
Because their leveling had become slower and slower lately. He had heard that level forty-five was a major threshold.
Almost everyone's experience bar had stopped moving there.
The animals that could fight had no experience.
The animals with experience were too few, and there was not enough to go around.
And his Red-Eye Rats no longer had experience either.
That meant that, in the eyes of the Saintly Order, a Red-Eye Rat was worth less than even a rabbit.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Eat them when you're done killing!"
He gave the rats their orders!
No one knew that, over ten years, he had used the rats to completely seize control of the empire's underworld.
No news could escape his eyes.
The Great Emperor was worrying about his age and whom he should pass his throne to.
The Crown Prince was an idiot. In the literal sense.
He smiled at everyone. Even if you slapped him, he would smile. Whatever you asked for, he would give it to you.
So the Butler strictly forbade greedy servants from approaching him.
Because