King Anle's "Evidence of Guilt"

After dealing with the fraudsters in the Solar System, Tang Ping was in high spirits and summoned his maids to sing and dance to entertain him, enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

Three days later, he leisurely entered the Virtual Universe.

Upon entering the interface, the sight before him startled him slightly; the number of followers in his virtual live stream room had skyrocketed to 100 billion.

The inbox was overflowing with private messages. A quick glance revealed a mix of spam messages selling pornography and drugs, as well as messages from women of various ethnicities offering revealing photos and asking to be kept by sugar daddies.

Of course, there were also two completely different voices among them. Some people cried and begged for forgiveness, promising to turn over a new leaf and return all the stolen money. Others were desperate and sought help.

The lives of these people seeking help are all steeped in blood and tears. Some have had their family fortunes maliciously seized, some have had their savings drained by a series of scams, some have been robbed by Star Pirates and are on the verge of despair, some have been caught up in the slave trade and lost their freedom, and even worse, some have had their planets forcibly requisitioned and turned into experimental fields by interstellar powers, with all life on their planets struggling in misery.

Just by reading through these private messages, Tang Ping felt he could compile a thick encyclopedia of tragedies. You have to understand, the number of mortals in the Black Dragon Mountain Starfield alone is almost infinite. Even if only one in ten thousand people suffers misfortune, that is still an astronomical amount of suffering.

How many people can he save all by himself? Moreover, the most crucial point is that most people in this world can only rely on themselves in the end.

Perhaps in the future, when I become the Universe Master, I can lead the establishment of a Justice Alliance, or perhaps emulate the legendary Heavenly Court?

Tang Ping fell into deep thought. But then he thought, could such a Heavenly Court truly be called absolutely just? As long as it is governed by humans, it is inevitable that tyranny will arise, there will always be voices of discontent, and discontent will eventually lead to conflict.

By then, will I also become a dragon that everyone hates?

What is true justice? Isn't it simply the code of conduct for the strong? Ultimately, in this world, the strong are respected.

Even if the legendary utopia where everyone lives in peace and happiness could be established, it might not necessarily be a good thing.

Putting aside other matters, if they were to be invaded and slaughtered by Alien Race, those who had been well protected would suddenly face a terrible disaster. At that time, whether they would resent the Alien Race or blame their protectors, no one can say for sure.

However, these distant thoughts are irrelevant to him at the moment. He should live in the present and enjoy himself. Occasionally taking action to deter petty thieves is harmless enough.

Shaking his head, Tang Ping switched to the Virtual Universe news section, only to find, to his astonishment, that his live broadcast that had shocked the entire star field had been completely suppressed after just three days.

The headlines on planets around the world have reverted to trivial matters like internet celebrity hype, celebrity infidelity, and fashion shows; even in the dedicated cultivation section, it's full of so-called "guidance masters," noisy and restless.

He suddenly felt a pang of emotion: Indeed, the world never revolves around any one person.

Even if news of their own death were to spread the next second, probably only a handful of people would feel a slight pang of emotion before being drawn to other new things and forgetting about it.

After a moment of reflection, he suddenly realized that he hadn't checked the novel group in a long time, and wondered if those interesting netizens were still around.

If we make it in time, we might be able to burn some paper money and light some incense for the deceased.

With a thought, he switched to the group chat interface, flicked his finger, and sent a message along with a red envelope:

Brothers, I'm back!

Good fortune and prosperity! Congratulations on your fortune!

The moment the red envelope was sent out, the group chat exploded.

Running Summer 668: "I snagged 1000 Universe Coin! Waaaaah, you're finally back, boss! Any later and my lifespan would have been over!"

"Thank you Read All Books Under Heaven much, sir! With these 100,000 Universe Coin, I've gathered all the resources to break through to the Universe Level, and now I can chat with you again!"

Fourth Highness Purple Wind: "666666666!"

The group, which was already a place for casual chatting during work hours, has now become even more lively.

To be honest, Tang Ping joined this group by chance. He always found these guys particularly interesting. They chatted enthusiastically during work hours, but became completely silent during holidays, as quiet as a dead group.

The key point is that the group members are a very diverse group, encompassing all sorts of people, each with their own unique skills, and they always love to share the bizarre things they've encountered. When Tang Ping is bored, he likes to send red envelopes in the group, and before he knew it, he had become the group owner.

A few years ago, he received a private message from a group member who said that he was about to die and that his account had been handed over to his daughter, urging him not to kick his daughter out of the group.

After listening to the group members' praise for a while with great satisfaction, Tang Ping slowly asked, "Brothers, have you heard about that 'Heavenly Emperor' lately? What do you think?"

Chaos Mage: "What news? I've never heard of it?"

Oath Under Snow: "Our boss said it was performance art, those videos are all photoshopped, and told us not to spread them."

Moon: "Don't talk nonsense! I was on that platform back then, damn it, I was so scared I almost peed myself! Those people who got scammed were so pitiful! But the scammers deserved to die, may the Heavenly Emperor be mighty!"

Rice: "Yes, yes, I was there. It was the rope that tied up the fraudster!"

Tang Ping was amused and immediately sent a personalized red envelope: [The Moon received a personalized red envelope containing 10,000 Universe Coin]

Upon seeing this, the Chaos Mage immediately changed his tune. "Holy crap! Boss, I was wrong! I saw it too! I was the Golden Armor that was on the Heavenly Emperor! The Heavenly Emperor is the most handsome man in the universe!"

[The Chaos Mage received an exclusive red envelope containing 10,000 Universe Coin]

The next second, the entire group was in an uproar. Flattering messages flooded the screen, some people even recorded short videos on the spot, praising the Heavenly Emperor's majesty to the screen, and others set up virtual incense tables to offer incense and worship to the air, with all sorts of creative expressions.

A playful smile appeared on Tang Ping's lips.

It seems everyone quite likes the identity of "Heavenly Emperor".

If I ever become the Universe Master and establish Heavenly Court, I'll recruit all these lovable friends and have them deal with fraudsters, human traffickers, and slave traders whenever they want. Just thinking about it makes me happy.

Gaa gaa gaa.

However, the most important thing right now is still spiritual practice.

Moreover, the Chaos City Lord had recently sent many treasures to help expand his divine body. Tang Ping had a flash of inspiration and decided to use the Creation Secret Technique to thoroughly analyze these treasures first.

It should be understood that such treasures, which can quickly repair and strengthen a divine body at the King Rank level, are extremely rare in the universe. It is likely that only the Human Race, Six Peak Races of the Primal Universe, has such a strong foundation to produce so many treasures.

As each treasure was disassembled and analyzed, he fully grasped the primal power and laws contained within them, and correspondingly, his Divine Power level soared rapidly: 600, 650, 700...

Every jump in the numbers signifies a leap in strength.

As he increasingly felt his own power, Tang Ping couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

"Human Race is mighty!"

The Solar System.

Tang Ping lived a leisurely and carefree life, his divine body's Gene Multiplier continued to increase, and his Law Comprehension was also slowly rising.

Although the final step of comprehending all the laws is an insurmountable chasm that stands before countless Peak Kings, for Tang Ping, as long as there is a path to follow, he only needs to proceed step by step and steadily improve.

Hope is just around the corner.

When the mood strikes, he might summon a few maids to savor the fresh, pink scallops; or he might quietly slip back to Earth, adopt a few completely different identities and faces, and experience the joy of a divine manifestation on earth.

Sometimes he would show off and slap people in the face, making ordinary people marvel at his genius; other times he would find slave traders and swindlers and broadcast the whole process of torture, watching them wail in despair. Occasionally he would also go into chat groups to brag or invite Luo Hongguo to team up for dungeons.

These carefree days passed by quickly.

Sometimes Tang Ping would even have a moment of disbelief, wondering if someone had secretly cast Time Acceleration spell on him.

Just moments before, he had awakened from the Gentle embrace of his female attendants, and in the blink of an eye, the sky outside the window had darkened, and the day had passed quietly.

What did I do today? I can't remember. Was I happy? I think I was pretty happy.

Of course, if there's anything that can elevate this happiness to another level, it's to occasionally visit Marquis Justice or Luo Ping, who are so busy they're practically glued to their screens; or to watch the various unfortunate experiences shared by fellow group members in the chat, and see them complaining, which will surely lift his spirits.

Ah, life is truly fulfilling and blissful.

The only minor regret was the few novels that his friends in the group had been enthusiastically sharing recently. He had clicked on them with great interest, thinking that if he enjoyed them, he could easily give them a reward like a leader or a silver alliance member. However, after reading only a few chapters, he was speechless.

What kind of nonsense is this? It doesn't even compare to his glamorous life.

The next moment, a member of the novel group with the screen name "Fenghua" forwarded a manifesto, adding a note, "Brothers, take a look, I think this article is quite interesting."

Tang Ping raised an eyebrow and clicked on the link with interest. After a moment, his relaxed expression gradually faded, and he fell into deep thought.

Mee King Anle: <A Proclamation Against the Luo Clan and the Prince of Anle>

The universe is vast, and competition is the foundation of interstellar civilization; for civilization to survive, continuous improvement is the basis for a group's existence.

But now, my Milky Way Galaxy, the Earth Lineage, has fallen to the bottom of all stars, losing all the glory of our ancestors Luo Feng, and can no longer hold our heads high in the face of the entire universe!

Whether it's combat between Planetary Rank and Universe Level martial artists, battles between Spirit Reader, team battles or one-on-one duels in virtual online games, or even starship racing and starship performance evaluations—in all these competitions, our Milky Way Galaxy is at the bottom, losing again and again, utterly humiliating!

Ultimately, the problem lies in the corrupt social atmosphere, with hedonism sweeping across the entire Milky Way Galaxy!

Nowadays, many Galaxy people have become lazy and unwilling to work, spending their days in virtual games, drinking and having fun, living a life of debauchery and drifting aimlessly through life.

They've lost their ambition to strive and their drive to fight; they've long since cast aside the glory of the Galaxy!

A bad trend doesn't form overnight; there must be a culprit behind the degeneration of a group!

These two heinous criminals are Luo Ping, the regent of the Luo clan, and the King Anle. They have betrayed the heavens above and the people below; their crimes are beyond redemption, and they deserve to die!

Luo Ping has three major crimes!

First, it recklessly implemented "benevolent policies," promoting free schooling, monetary incentives, medical subsidies, and basic livelihood guarantees.

We must know that hardship breeds strength, while comfort breeds weakness. Without the fear of scarcity, there is no drive to strive; without the pressure of competition, there is no motivation to improve. This policy causes the people to lose their ambition, erodes their competitive spirit, and makes them content with mediocrity, thus severing the very foundation of our Galaxy!

Secondly, they abused military patrols in an attempt to achieve absolute security across the entire Galaxy.

Luo's soldiers are scattered across the stars, conducting regular patrols. The so-called "long-term stability" actually keeps the people in a greenhouse, confining them in a comfortable cage.

Living a carefree and cheerful life, oblivious to the lurking dangers all around and the perils of cosmic conflict, who would be willing to diligently cultivate and improve their strength? How can there be any progress? This is destroying the very foundation of our Galaxy fighting power!

Third, they arbitrarily abolished the system of slavery, thus disrupting the hierarchical order of the ethnic groups.

Originally, a clear hierarchy motivated those at the bottom to climb upwards; differences in birth background motivated the weak to strive with all their might to become stronger.

After the abolition of slavery by the Roman Empire, even the poorest people were able to have enough to eat and wear, enjoy food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, and have unlimited access to the internet for entertainment.

When basic needs are met, fighting spirit is lost; when entertainment is endless, original aspirations are extinguished. In a state of carefree existence, who would be willing to endure the hardships of training, who would be willing to risk their life for competition! This is the path to ascension in the Galaxy!

If Luo Ping was the root of the chaos, then King Anle was the culprit who corrupted public morals!

King Anle, despite his high position, did not think of leading the Human Race to progress. Instead, he prioritized pleasure, leading the way in indulging in sensual pleasures and becoming hopelessly addicted to a life of unbridled joy.

When the superiors have a certain preference, those below will surely follow it to an extreme!

Even powerful King Rank act this way, how could ordinary people not follow suit? With the upper class setting an example, the spirit of hedonism spread like wildfire throughout the entire Galaxy, causing all living beings to sink into depravity and lose all hope!

These culprits deserve to be torn to pieces to atone for their crimes against the Milky Way!

We are deeply saddened and outraged, and we loudly appeal! All people of insight and ambition in our Galaxy should awaken! Recognize Luo Ping...

King Anle's heinous crimes necessitate abandoning the decadent lifestyle of hedonism and rediscovering the original aspiration of striving forward!

With spears in hand, we punish the guilty; with swords drawn, we cleanse the land; we restore the glory of the Galaxy and revitalize the might of our people!

Wherever this proclamation reaches, may all respond! The Milky Way is vast, and the justice of Heaven is clear. Today we rise up in righteousness, vowing to cleanse the evil and restore a clear and bright world to our Galaxy!

This is hereby proclaimed so that all may be informed!

After reading this manifesto, Tang Ping was filled with questions, and even began to doubt the meaning of life.

He is indeed guilty, and he's willing to admit it. He understands the principle that if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. But he's finally managed to cultivate himself to the point of King Rank; can't he at least enjoy himself?

In the distant future, he will be fighting for his people, shedding blood and tears. What's wrong with enjoying himself a little earlier? Who agrees? Who disagrees?

But how can the Luo family's various policies aimed at benefiting the people be considered a crime? This is absolutely outrageous! Is it wrong to spend a great deal of money to do good for the people?

Is this reasonable?