Hearing Ye Lin's condition, Wang Hou fell silent. He said nothing more, merely looked at Ye Lin blandly.
"I am now the Human Emperor of the Human Race. The Human Race's fortune rests upon me. Ten percent is too much—five percent at most."
Wang Hou shook his head. Ten percent of all the Human Race's resources combined was an immense amount.
One had to know that the Human Race had already unified the entire continent. What a terrifying figure would it be to divide out ten percent?
And that was every year. At this rate, the Myriad Demon Great World would sooner or later be hollowed out by Ye Lin. For the sake of the Human Race, he would never agree.
"You seem to have forgotten who pushed you into your current position. If not for me, wouldn't the Human Race have likely been exterminated by now?"
"Remember, I am giving you orders, not negotiating with you. You are very sensible, and you know how to read the room. Since I can push you to such a position, I can naturally pull you back down."
"If you fail to satisfy me, at worst I'll go back and admit that I failed the assessment. Believe me, the people behind me won't be nearly as easy to talk to as I am."
"Think it over carefully."
Ye Lin rose to his feet, stood beside Wang Hou, and patted him on the shoulder as he spoke coldly. Then he strode away.
"I will return in three days. I'm giving you three days to consider it. I'm going to take a look at the sea region. If you do not give me a satisfactory answer three days from now, then you, the Human Emperor of the Human Race, should not continue to exist either."