This Place Resembled the Lower Realm

Above Xinjing City, Chu Sheng stood atop the clouds with his hands behind his back, lowering his gaze to overlook the city beneath him, both familiar and strange.

He noticed the gigantic statue in the central square, cast in his likeness.

The youth faced the long wind, his calm eyes gazing toward the skyline at the end of the city.

Only half a year had passed, yet the sight before him stirred a faint melancholy, as though things remained while people had changed.

When he had first transmigrated here, he had merely been a third-level Body Tempering high school senior, falsely accused of stealing the class funds.

Back then, he had never imagined that one day, someone would erect a statue of him.

And that day had come so quickly...

Linglong tilted her head beside him, her slender white finger pointing toward the towering statue from afar.

"Is this your kingdom? Are these people all your subjects?"

In her era, everywhere the eye could see was filled with rulers and ministers, masters and servants, kings and commoners.

A statue of Chu Sheng stood in the city below. In her eyes, this was naturally territory he had conquered with his own hands.

"There's no such thing as a kingdom here. This is the federal government, where everyone is equal."

The moment the words left his mouth, Chu Sheng shook his head and muttered inwardly.

What was the difference between explaining freedom, democracy, and equality to an old feudal fossil and playing the lute to a cow?

Below the clouds, in the square outside the Presidential Residence.

The students of Class Four were looking up at that familiar yet unattainably distant figure among the clouds.

Following the citizens of Xinjing City, they too raised their arms and shouted the name "Chu Sheng."