A Little Abuse of Power
Virtual Universe, Virtual Universe Company Headquarters Office.
Time flies, and thousands of years are but a fleeting moment for Immortal Expert often have unlimited lifespans. Naturally, no one can change their position.
Venerable Boswa was such a person.
He was severely beaten by Wind-Thunder Venerable back then, and his divine body was badly damaged, and he has not yet recovered.
But he still insisted on handling official business. After all, if he took sick leave to "focus on recovering his health," since the injury wasn't caused by company affairs, he wouldn't receive any salary and would have to spend his own resources to recuperate, which would be a huge loss.
Because of his damaged divine body and resentful mood, he has become increasingly strict and demanding in his assessments of the great geniuses of his clan and even the Human Race in recent years. As a result, the rewards that should have been given out have been deliberately reduced.
The Human Race's high command was not entirely unaware of this, but they all turned a blind eye. As long as it didn't touch upon any fundamental errors that "damaged the foundation of Human Race," this little outburst of emotion was simply not worth intervening in.
As for the geniuses who suffered losses as a result, they could only accept their bad luck. After all, in this universe, luck is a part of strength.
If someone can't even withstand these setbacks and injustices, and can't temper their character and become stronger, then such a genius truly doesn't deserve to be given special resources for cultivation.
"Hmph, this boy is cowardly. He cowers in the face of the pressure of being King Rank, and he doesn't even dare to execute all the criminals who deserve to die. He's utterly useless!" Venerable Boswa glanced at the assessment record of a certain genius on the light screen, his tone contemptuous, and casually typed "60".
A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he saw the passing grade of "score".
This is what it feels like to wield power.
A single word or a rating from him can determine the future of a genius; a tiny action can plunge someone into despair or propel them to the top.
The fates of billions of lives seem to hinge on his every thought. A casual promise from him can inspire countless people to risk their lives for his goals.
This feeling of being in control is so comfortable!
Just as Venerable Boswa was basking in the pleasure of power, a notification sound rang out, "Beep beep~"
It is an important message from the family.
Although it was during office hours, as Venerable, his consciousness was vast, and even with his divine body damaged, he could handle millions of matters with ease. If he was slightly distracted by family affairs and slacked off a bit, no one would say a word.
With a flick of his finger, Venerable Boswa switched the light screen, displaying a detailed report from a junior member of his family: [Ancestor, that King Anle is acting arbitrarily in the Solar System, attempting to monopolize all benefits. He even publicly mocked you for not having fully recovered from your serious injuries, his words filled with contempt----]
As the messages rolled on, Venerable Boswa's expression gradually darkened.
A minor King Rank!
Is it merely because they have some power and have gained the favor of a certain high-ranking official that they dare to be so arrogant and domineering, showing no regard for the Boswa Family?
Back then, he only held back and didn't cause trouble for Tang Ping because he was wary of the Wind-Thunder Venerable's thunderous power. Did these people really think he had a good temper and was a pushover they could easily bully?
King Anle, is that right?
Very good!
A sinister glint flashed in Venerable Boswa's eyes. He immediately contacted an old friend who held a high position at the Cosmic Galaxy Bank: "Do me a favor and transfer that King Anle who is in charge of the Solar System to a dangerous secret realm on the border."
Although the Five Great Powers each have their own systems and serve their own masters, the development of all forces is inseparable from the technical support of Virtual Universe Company. As a senior Venerable in Virtual Universe Company, he usually cultivates good relationships, so those people naturally give him some face.
Three months later, a reply came.
Venerable Peifeng: "Received, I'll make the arrangements!"
Upon seeing these words, Venerable Boswa's lips curled into a smug smile.
This is the petty whims of power. With just a word, the arrogant and ignorant King Anle was kicked from the comfort of the Solar System to a perilous secret realm where survival was a near certain death.
Hopefully, when that guy is struggling to survive in the secret realm in the future, he will understand what it means to be superior and inferior, and what the majesty of the strong is!
However, before his smile could fade, Venerable Peifeng's message arrived again. "No, this King Anle's authority level is no lower than mine; I can't mobilize him."
Venerable Boswa's smile froze instantly, his brows furrowed, and he replied with a look of utter confusion, "Which Venerable does he serve under? Let me see if I recognize him."
There are only so many Venerable among the Human Race. Apart from a few beings at the level of Cosmic Overlord, who would dare to disrespect the Virtual Universe Company? Even those under the command of those overlords could find ways to secretly annoy them if they wanted to. Unless the other party has no descendants and no kinship ties!
A moment later.
Venerable Peifeng: "Wind-Thunder Venerable."
Venerable Boswa: "???"
Chaos City.
Boswa King hid in the shadows of his palace, his gaze menacing as he watched the leisurely figure in the distance: King Anle.
This guy doesn't look like a grandmaster who has diligently cultivated himself to King Rank.
Occasionally, talented young women from various races would come to him seeking his guidance. He would then use this as an excuse to casually brush his fingertips across their wrists and waists, his movements flirtatious and his eyes playful.
What's even more infuriating is that none of those exceptionally talented female geniuses dared to utter a sound of protest! Some blushed and lowered their heads, some even stealing shy glances at him!
Damn it! Just because you're handsome doesn't mean you can be so great!
Boswa King was so angry his teeth itched. He subconsciously touched his green hair. If he wanted, he could easily conjure up a handsome face. Why should he envy this guy?
Jealousy and anger suffocated him, but even more so, he felt anticipation. He was waiting for his Venerable Ancestor to teach this King Anle a lesson! At that time, the benefits of the Solar System would be divided, and today's humiliation would be repaid tenfold!
After months of agonizing anticipation, on this day, the Virtual Universe finally sent a notification—it was Virtual Universe communication from the Ancestor!
Boswa King's eyes lit up instantly, all the pent-up frustration of the past few months turning into ecstatic joy. He quickly straightened his robes and respectfully connected the communication.
The light screen lit up, revealing the iconic green hair and wrinkled face of their Venerable ancestor.
Boswa King was about to start crying when he was bombarded with a barrage of angry words from his ancestor, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
"Useless!! Idiot!!"
"You can't even handle such a small matter properly, you've brought shame upon the Boswa Family!"
"Don't you understand the greater good of Human Race unity?! To provoke King Anle for such a petty gain—don't you want enough of your family's deaths already?!"
"I'm telling you, right now! Go apologize to King Anle! Behave respectfully! If you anger him again, I'll skin you alive!"
A barrage of insults drenched Boswa King in a torrent of abuse.
Finally, the ancestor's figure roared and disappeared within the light screen, leaving only a deathly silence in the room. Boswa King stood frozen in place, completely dumbfounded.
An apology? Make him apologize to that King Anle who stole his family's interests, harassed his juniors, and even mocked the patriarch's serious injury to his face?!
Someone stole his things, and he's expected to grovel and apologize?
Is there no justice left?! Is there no law left?!
Boswa King stood there, stunned, an indescribable sense of humiliation welling up inside him, his eyes uncontrollably reddening. He, a King Rank- level figure, a respected individual in Chaos City, had never suffered such injustice before.
Waaaaah----
Bullying!
That's so unfair!
The old ancestor did this because the other side had a much stronger background than him. But just because their background was stronger, did he have to humbly apologize? What had he done wrong? He hadn't done anything wrong, yet he had to apologize!
The sky is so dark for Human Race!