As the war raged on, Andrew chose to watch coldly from the sidelines and did nothing. In fact, he had discovered the demons' elite team, but he did not expose them.
This was not about tacit understanding or fairness. The demons had directly driven the Demon Soldiers into a frenzy, so why would Andrew stick to the rules? The reason he did nothing was to "create a god."
Create what god?
Of course, he was going to create Jupiter as a god. Queen Lord's status was indeed noble and would attract many followers.
But that was not enough, because Jupiter was merely Queen Lord's reincarnation, and Queen Lord had already been dead for over twenty years. Andrew wanted to shape her into a hero—a hero most people would worship and cheer for.
How would he shape her? Simple. The Ability User Vanguard and Imperial Soldiers would fall into danger, and Queen Jupiter would turn the tide. That way, she would become the hero everyone admired.
"Back then, I was usually the hero. Now it's become these newcomers. That proves I'm getting old."
Andrew sighed. "Looks like it's time for me to retire, taking my dozens of girlfriends and hundreds of planets with me to retire on a golden beach."
"Boss, if you retire, you'll discover that your women are fighting every day. They might even blow up the planets."
Alice snarked, "None of your women are easy to handle. If you make them do nothing and stay in the same place every day, it would be a miracle if things didn't explode."
"Andrew, one wife is already enough to suffer through. A whole group of wives? That's simply a nightmare. How much would someone have to hate himself to marry that many wives?"
Tony burst into laughter. Andrew took out