It's Starting to Get Interesting

Become emperor!

Want to be an emperor in this day and age?!

Chen Hansheng found even a casual thought about it troublesome enough to make his hair fall out.

He hesitated before advising Wang Wen, "I know you're angry, but let's just let it go. The emperor is innocent; let's not cause him any more trouble."

"What's wrong?" Wang Wen asked, puzzled. "Is being an emperor that difficult? Even you're so scared?"

It's not a matter of whether it's difficult or not.

Chen Hansheng struggled to choose his words.

He gestured wildly as he explained, "He really is that kind of person, that very rare kind..."

He looked at Wang Wen earnestly. "There are no emperors in the world today, do you understand? There aren't! People will laugh at you; no one will recognize you as a so-called 'emperor'."

Zhu Xingguo was displeased. "If my master becomes emperor, and anyone dares to disagree, I'll send them a sack of mosquitoes!"

Chen Hansheng said helplessly, "Even if you kill everyone, it won't make a difference. Disapproval is disapproval; it's meaningless."

"It's okay," Wang Wen said. "I don't need their approval, just like no one believes me even if I keep saying I only want to climb the tower."

Chen Hansheng was speechless. "Then what are you after?"

"People always judge things based on their own imagination, so why bother explaining? Let's just do our own thing." Wang Wen gestured to the group of conglomerate leaders sitting on the ground. "Being an emperor is just stamping a document on something, like how rebellions in ancient times always needed a pretext. Since they like to crown me, let them have their way."

Mr. Lin, the head of the Fifth Consortium, laughed mockingly, "You can't even understand good and bad advice, and you really think you're the emperor? Even if you were given the title of emperor, you'd be a tyrant!"

Zhu Xingguo frowned and pointed, then unleashed a level 5, 8-hour-long Fart Technique on President Lin.

Mr. Lin's stomach immediately began to churn violently.

The back door rattled incessantly, as if a floodgate had been opened.

People around immediately covered their noses and moved away.

He was left alone, clutching his stomach, looking completely bewildered.

Wang Wen pointed at President Lin and said to Chen Hansheng, "Look, he's even thought of my specific role for me. A tyrant is good, I should be a tyrant!"

Chen Hansheng remained silent.

I can't think of any words to persuade them.

Watching Mr. Mi Lailai constantly farting from afar, Mi Lailai said to Wang Wen with a wry smile, "People are laughing at you, and if you follow their lead, you'll fall into their trap. Even if you're going to be an emperor, you should be a wise ruler, not a foolish one."

"Since ancient times, good people have had to endure eighty-one tribulations to become Buddhas, while evil people can simply lay down their butcher knives." Wang Wen looked at his friends watching him and laughed, "A tyrannical ruler is good, there are no constraints. I like being an evil person, a great evil person!"

Upon hearing this...

The expressions of those around him varied.

Li He pondered thoughtfully.

Mi Lailai's eyes lit up.

Chen Hansheng went from speechless to full of admiration, clapping and laughing, "That's right! You're much more carefree!"

Wang Wen pointed at the heads of the various conglomerates and said to Chen Hansheng, "Is that basement where Tiansheng Group used to imprison the Academy's teachers and students still there? Locking all these people up there is what the emperor loves to do; it's called throwing them into the imperial prison, right?"

"Yes, they are." Chen Hansheng casually raised his chin, and his men stepped forward to tie up a group of important figures who were once high and mighty and should never be offended, and escorted them out.

Mr. Lin, the head of the Fifth Consortium, was so exhausted from farting that he had no energy left to cause trouble.

The heads of the other conglomerates felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing this. They broke free from their restraints and shouted at Wang Wen, "If you've got the guts, just kill us! What's the point of all this beating around the bush?"

"I'm a tyrant," Wang Wen said with a laugh, casually restraining their hands and feet. "How can I let you die so easily? A tyrant should be utterly tyrannical."

Turning to Zhu Xingguo, he instructed, "Momo, let them be heroes to their heart's content. Remember to give each of them the 'fart Fart Technique,' starting with the Six Great Consortiums. Prioritize those who love being heroes the most. Make sure they are well taken care of."

"Don't worry, Master!" Zhu Xingguo nodded.

After that.

In the basement where Tiansheng Group once imprisoned the Academy's teachers and students, the sounds of farting echoed, and the stench was overwhelming.

Zhu Xingguo comes to check in and post his farts every 12 hours without fail.

Starting with the Six Great Consortiums, whoever is stubborn gets their way. There's no talking to them, no explanations or arguments; it's pure torture.

Wang Wen perfectly embodied the word "villain".

Even Lu Ci's team couldn't rescue the person from the basement!

Wang Wen's current strength is many times greater than it was at the last summit.

He could now use the same level of skill he achieved when he defeated Lu Ci hundreds of times in a row!

Lu Ci's entire team went up together.

We all lost together.

Without the treasures of the 700th level, they weren't even qualified to fight Wang Wen.

The whole world was in an uproar.

Nine of the top ten large conglomerates suddenly broke up, leaving only Universal Love and the newly emerging the Academy as the dominant players.

Everyone felt the fear of a sudden change in the world.

This operation involved such a wide range of people that countless people outside the area were trying to find ways to rescue people or plead for help.

Initially, some unrelated people tried to find out through back channels how to get the people released.

Wang Wen ignored her.

But gradually, things started to get interesting.

He Jiong.

This is a good-for-nothing who hangs out in the lower levels of the tower, using his status as a 300-floor resident to freeload and cheat others.

He disappeared without a trace after he managed to escape alive from a time when he relayed messages to two major conglomerates to cause trouble.

It wasn't until he learned that Qin Dongbei, the big boss of Tiansheng Group, had been defeated and killed, and that Universal Love and the Academy had risen to prominence, that he came out again to continue his life of freeloading.

However, in addition to boasting about the 300 floors, they also added the title of "Wang Wen's number one henchman."

At first, no one believed it.

Only those newbies at the bottom of the pyramid who need his help would fawn over him, exaggerating their worship.

Behind his back, everyone was laughing at him for bragging.

At a recent, rather large gathering, the organizers seemed to have considerable influence, inviting many experts from various fields, numbering in the hundreds.

He was naturally among them.

Upon arriving at the gathering place, I discovered that the organizers were truly powerful. The scene was magnificent and the decorations were gorgeous. There was a dazzling array of food and wine, and familiar faces were everywhere. Famous experts were all around, and beautiful women were everywhere. Even the waiters were real people, and each one of them was handsome and pretty.

Every corner exudes extravagance.

Many of the ladies weren't on very tall floors, but they were able to participate in this gathering because of their looks and figures. For them, simply standing on the terrace with the magnificent hall as a backdrop and taking a selfie was enough to brag about on social media for a long time.

If we were fortunate enough to invite a few celebrities from the 300th or 400th floor to take a group photo with us, it would be an even greater honor and a source of immense pride.

He Jiong would never have attended such a high-end gathering in the past.

It's not that he's not qualified.

After all, he is a genuine expert at the 300th floor.

If it's simply a matter of disliking it, he wouldn't be the main character in such a grand setting.

Aside from his lackeys and the pretty girls who crashed the party, there were plenty of big shots higher up in the hierarchy than him.

No one would bother to fawn over him.

Naturally, they wouldn't bother coming here to make a fool of themselves.

But this time he came. To be precise, it was because a cold and aloof beauty who had been indifferent to him recently suddenly became excited and enthusiastic. Not only did she stop ignoring him, she also took the initiative to ask him if he had received an invitation to the party.

For the sake of the beautiful woman he had been unable to win over, and to see what kind of face the usually aloof person would have at a party.

He was invited to attend.

He then brought an invitation along with a cool and aloof beauty as his female companion.

There weren't many people when we first entered the party venue, and the aloof beauty behaved quite well.

At least she was still holding onto He Jiong's arm.

As time went on, more and more famous figures and experts from all sides arrived, and she began to change.

They would often approach each other as if they were old friends and strike up a long chat.

Occasionally, she would give some of her girlfriends a hug, pretending to be affectionate, and admire each other's clothes, makeup, and jewelry.

The real turning point came when a beautiful woman, no less stunning than her, appeared before her with a male companion.

"Steel Teeth Girl!" The other woman covered her mouth in surprise as she looked at the aloof beauty. "I can't believe you're here! This banquet is really high-class. You're amazing to be able to attend a banquet of this caliber!"

As she spoke, she turned to her male companion and smiled, "Brother Ning, this is Du Keke, my childhood best friend whom I often mention to you. She used to have buck teeth and wore braces for a long time, so everyone called her 'Steel Teeth Girl, ' haha."

The man referred to as "Brother Ning" didn't respond, but instead extended his hand to He Jiong, saying, "Hello, Ning Li, captain of the Ninth Consortium's elite team."

He Jiong paused slightly, wondering to himself, "Does the Ninth Consortium still exist?"

He shook hands without making a sound.

After both sides introduced themselves...

Upon learning that Ning Li was a high-ranking, half-step Earth Immortal at the 400th level!

They are the truly elite group of VIPs at today's gathering.

As expected of an elite team from a large conglomerate!

Meanwhile, the aloof and beautiful Du Keke...

The He Jiong that there are only three hundred floors.

He's still a novice expert whose limit is 300 but whose skill level is consistently below 200.

Of course, this truth isn't something they say aloud.

The half-step Earth Immortal opposite him didn't show any excessive expression just because He Jiong was only at level 300.

Those Tower Climber this height know that the difference between 300 and 400 is not as big as outsiders imagine. The key point is that both sides have strengthened their overall physique.

If a fight were to break out, someone possessing a unique treasure with three hundred layers could very well defeat a half-step Earth Immortal who only possesses rare items.

However, Du Keke's mindset had quietly changed.

Especially when he saw Ning Li on the other side, who was renowned and had an extraordinary presence.

People would come up to him every now and then to greet him warmly, their words either showing respect or being obsequious.

Then look at the He Jiong I have right in front of me.

I stood there for most of the day, and didn't see a single person I knew.

A lonely man wanders aimlessly like a lost soul.

Even the way he held the wine looked so sleazy.

Du Keke was very disappointed.

I even felt a little ashamed.

So, the hand that was holding He Jiong's arm loosened its grip at some point.

And then, without her noticing, she found herself hugging her best friend who jokingly called her "Steel Teeth Girl."

Seeing this, her best friend laughed even harder and kept saying she wanted to introduce her new friend to Du Keke.

Ning Li glanced at He Jiong, who was wandering alone around the dining table, and then at the two beauties surrounding him.

Ultimately, being a man, and driven by a sense of superiority and vanity, he did not refuse Du Keke's invitation to join him.

I'm fantasizing about the wonderful scene of sleeping together tonight, with two women on either side of me under the same blanket.

Holding a wine glass in his hand, he led the two women around, chatting and laughing with everyone.

While eating and drinking at the dining table, He Jiong coldly watched Du Keke, whose face was flushed, walk further and further away.

He picked up the bottle and started chugging the liquor.

He knew he was worthless.

I never wanted to be a member of the upper class.

They didn't even dare to compete with the real big shots.

His pursuit of Du Keke was merely a fling; he was used to the barbecue at the night market and occasionally wanted to try some high-end cuisine.

After all, men are inherently fickle; they only want what they can't have.

but.

The woman you brought in ran off with someone else halfway through the trip; that's even more ironic than not getting her in the first place.

Even the lowest of the low have self-respect!

He Jiong was completely devastated by this experience and truly felt humiliated.

Before I knew it, I was tipsy.

The party was halfway through.

When everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, and their faces were all smiling with a hint of tipsiness...

The organizer took out the microphone and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to have so many distinguished individuals attend this dinner. I, Mr. Huang, would like to express my gratitude!"

A familiar face below cheered and said, "Young Master Huang, you're too kind."

Standing next to Ning Li, Du Keke, with her sharp eyes, immediately recognized the person on stage who was the host of tonight's banquet: Huang Baobao, the heir of the Sixteenth Consortium!

Although their ranking dropped out of the top ten.

But their family started out selling luxury goods! Their luxury brands are popular with women of different ages in six major regions.

Even today, Du Keke is still carrying their classic lambskin handbag.

This young master is the ideal husband in the eyes of many women!

If you're lucky enough to marry him, you won't have to worry about bags, clothes, shoes, or hats for the rest of your life!

The young master on the stage merely forced a smile, then his expression turned serious as he said, "I invited everyone here today because I have a request!"

His gaze swept over the crowd below the stage, pausing noticeably for a moment on several half-step Earth Immortals at the fourth hundredth level.

He continued, "As many of you may already know, my father has recently been blinded by greed and offended a very powerful figure. He's now imprisoned in the Tiansheng Dungeon. I want to rescue him, but despite my best efforts, I can't even get a word in. After much thought, I realize I still have to rely on my friends."

Looking at the silence below, the atmosphere that had quickly turned from enthusiastic to cold, a bitter expression appeared on his face.

Holding the microphone, he shouted, "I dare not trouble you all to rescue them. Today, I only have one request: which powerful figure could help me pass on a message to that side? I will repay the favor handsomely! If you could also help me plead for them, I, Huang, am willing to give up everything I own to repay this great kindness!"

The audience was completely silent.

Those who were qualified to know about this matter dared not speak up.

Those who are not qualified don't know how to speak up.

Even acquaintances stopped attending.

Huang Baobao looked at the quiet crowd with a bitter expression on her face.

He couldn't help but plead, "Everyone, please! I really don't need to do anything offensive, just pass on a message for me!"

Still, no one spoke.

He Jiong drunk and recklessly tilting his head back, chugging wine.

Du Keke looked at her best friend beside her, confused.

The other person looked at her with the same confusion.

Then, as if realizing something, he turned to look at Ning Li on the other side.

Ning Li's expression was solemn, and he kept his lips tightly pressed together, remaining silent.

When he saw his female companion looking over, he subtly shook his head.

To everyone's surprise, the young master on stage, perhaps in a hurry, actually started calling out names one by one, "Mr. Fang, do you have any connections? Could you please pass on a message?"

"Da Ming, didn't you always tell me you and Team Leader Luo Shan had a life-or-death bond? Were you just bragging to me?"

"Brother Ning, you're the captain of the elite team of the Ninth Consortium! Could you please pass on a message for me? I'll reward you handsomely for delivering it! Remember that bag you had your eye on last time? Forget the bag, I'll give you the whole store!"

Roll call one by one.

They all shook their heads.

Some people even felt displeased, put down their glasses, and turned to leave.

Huang Baobao was heartbroken upon seeing this scene.

He collapsed to the ground, his face contorted with grief, wailing, "Gentlemen, please help me! Think of a way! Finding Wang Wen, Chen Hansheng, Li He, Gu Jianbing—any one of them will do! Please, save me..."

In the ensuing silence, a drunken voice suddenly broke the stillness.

"Who's looking for Wang Wen? He's my older brother!"