Global Crossing: Empire of Stars

"Your Majesty!" Trajann Valoris, Commander of the Imperial Guard, clad in Adamantine Armor, might not have been the first person in the conference hall to notice the Emperor's arrival, but he was undoubtedly the first to pay Lin Zhichen the full imperial salute.

"Rise, my loyal guard." He nodded, his sharp gaze sweeping over the now-silent hall. The High Lords, who had been arguing so heatedly moments before, instinctively avoided his eyes. Only a few met his gaze without flinching.

"I have been reborn today, and I will lead humanity to the summit of the galaxy. Who supports me? Who opposes me?"

Silence filled the conference hall. No one had expected the Emperor to ask so bluntly. For a moment, the creatures of power sensed that something was amiss and instinctively fell silent.

Trajann Valoris, standing a full three meters tall, obeyed the Emperor's will. After respectfully rising, he naturally took up position just behind the Emperor's shoulder, glaring at the High Lords, whose expressions were difficult to read. In this solemn hall, a struggle for power was about to begin.

Lin Zhichen's heart was cold. A saint's perceptiveness made it easy for him to understand the thoughts buried deep within these High Lords.

As the wielders of power for the past ten thousand years, generations of High Lords had long since forgotten the authority of the man who founded the Imperium.

On Earth, without supernatural powers, an emperor who let power run unchecked could end up like Zhao Wuling, a remarkable man who was plunged into rebellion by his own son just a few years later and starved to death. Such was the brutality of political struggle.

But Lin Zhichen wasn't a mere mortal like Zhao Wuling. With Dragon Soul's boundless manpower and military might behind him, he had