Brave One looked around and saw everyone kneeling before him.
So he became increasingly tyrannical.
There was a threshold to human indulgence.
At first, he accidentally injured people and was forgiven.
Then he deliberately hurt people, and they feared him, not daring to hold him accountable.
He discovered that as long as one had power, one truly could do whatever one pleased.
No one came to restrain him.
No one dared restrain him.
Later generations even concocted the notion of interactions between Heaven and man in order to restrain emperors.
But any emperor with a little sense knew it was nonsense, even using his ministers to take the blame for him.
After all, there was no reward for doing good deeds, and there could even be natural disasters.
The emperor would naturally know it was nonsense.
Using unreliable things to restrain an emperor was obviously useless.
The only forces that could restrain an emperor were those beyond his control, such as maritime powers, ships, pirates, sea merchants, the Sea King...
Only then could a balance take shape.
People should thank the boundless sea. It was precisely this terrain and environment that eventually forced monarchs to retreat, preventing them from controlling everyone.
But there was no sea here.
Brave One cultivated ever more quickly.
By reaching his hand into tax revenues.
He no longer needed to desperately accumulate resources.
At first, he still worked.
He even helped with patrols.
Gradually.
People were naturally lazy.
And no one dared urge him on.
After all, among everyone present, he was the strongest.
Clearly, by this point.
This Brave One had chosen to fall.
He had not become a figure like Yao Shun Yu.
Instead, he had become an utterly ordinary Xia Qi, the kind of person burdened by excessive selfishness.
Then, one day.