Things were different now.
Li Si held the moral high ground now. He also had survival supplies and force at his disposal.
Under such circumstances, Ms. Xie would resign herself to her fate, and the chances of rebellion would be much lower.
In the previous time loops, Li Si had done plenty of similar things.
However, he was not planning to expand his influence any further.
After all, he knew the future. No matter how much he expanded his power, it would be useless.
On the contrary, with the Backstage Black Hand and the Snow Monsters around, the faster his power expanded, the faster he would die.
So, he only wanted to take a small group of people and begin surviving.
He had built up large factions before, only to find himself worrying about too many things. There had been no enjoyment at all in the apocalypse.
Instead, he had only grown more exhausted.
Once a large faction rose up, no matter how many good things you had done, the slightest mistake would earn you the resentment and anger of countless people.
That was perfectly normal.
If you did things, you would make mistakes. If you made mistakes, you would get cursed at.
And getting cursed at meant living uncomfortably.
Most people could not ignore the abuse of public opinion. The abuse from White-Eyed Wolves especially could fill you to the brim with negative emotions.
Now, Li Si only wanted to lie low properly. He needed to find a few reliable people to handle the chores for him.
Cooking, laundry, preparing bathwater.
While he himself lay around resting and scrolling through his phone.
As for whether they might eventually lose patience and rise up in rebellion, his approach might fail.
That did not matter either.
If it failed, he could