He even came looking for me to confront me in person.
I had a little selfish reason of my own for this. More importantly, I wanted to ensure the steady development of this base.
My power could overwhelm everything. At least for now, I stood at the top among humanity. But in the face of politics
Z, the strength of a single person like me
was still far too insignificant.
So, despite Juanjuan and Hao Zhong's objections, I split the forces into three factions. That way, they could check and balance one another, keeping each other stable and allowing Chang'an City to remain steady
even without me.
With external enemies to contend with, the three factions would have no choice but to rely on and support one another in my absence.
That was another part of my selfish motive: to prevent any one faction from becoming too powerful.
I couldn't stay in Chang'an City forever. Though I had built it with my own hands, it didn't belong to me.
Leaving aside how out of place my personality was among these people, my succubus physique alone was enough to make ordinary people keep their distance.
Take that bra I sold last year, for example. By the time we found the person who'd bought it, his nerves had already completely frayed. He'd even gone mad,
using every method he could think of
to cling to a simple bra.
Although we managed to suppress the story later, it still spread in secret, and it took several months to die down.
And that person, even now... was still locked in the dungeon, with huge iron shackles fastened around his wrists and ankles. His nerves had never
recovered—not once. Even after... having sex with other people, he'd remained in that same state.
In other words...