Romantic Young Master [Complete] - 37

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Chapter 61 ◆ Slaughtering the Japanese and Sacrificing to My Uncle

Alright! Bring it on!

I rallied my spirits to meet the challenge. I believed one thing: since there was ample evidence showing that I not only survived to 2003 and traveled back to ancient times, but also lived a carefree and prosperous life, it meant that I had been living well before the time travel. In other words, I would eventually overcome this life-or-death crisis.

It turned out that the life-or-death danger before me was just a test in my life, a trial to make me stronger. Knowing that I wouldn't die, my spirits soared, and my confidence soared.

Come on! I stopped my high-speed spinning, opened my eyes, and, not forgetting to adopt a graceful and dashing posture—no longer curled up, but with my arms and legs outstretched—spreading out with a powerful aura of divine dominance, I hovered gracefully in the air (actually, I looked quite ridiculous, with dirty, tattered clothes hanging on my body, and my long hair disheveled and filthy), as if I had begun to take the initiative. At the same time, I accepted the contact of the electric lines with my hands.

Because at this moment I understood that electricity is a very common form of energy, essentially similar to many other forms of energy in the universe. Since I began practicing the "Male Superiority Yang Gong," I've been actively collecting energy. Ordinary people collect energy through food calories, followed by photosynthesis and chemical reactions, producing life energy solely for survival and reproduction. Energy exceeding the body's tolerance is harmful. I've seen people hold an electrical wire in one hand and a bright light bulb in the other, and the current flows through their bodies without harm. I believe that the true qi energy within my body can help me control the flow of current within me. I can refuse to accept anything exceeding my tolerance limit, or adjust it to a smaller amount; it's simply a matter of dealing with the relationship between resistance and voltage.

The truly powerful are people like "Electric Maniacs" Wen Sha and Hu Fengyi. They either generate super-strong bioelectricity themselves, or influence, collect, and manipulate the ubiquitous electrical atoms in the universe to achieve their goals of using strong electricity for attacks, and they themselves have a strong immunity to strong electricity.

Ah—it hurts so much! The strong current is raging wildly in my body, intensely stimulating my blood, cells, and especially my nerves. The intense numbness and pain nearly caused me to interrupt the flow of my internal energy (qi) for protection, and my mind almost stopped functioning. Accompanying the violent spasms were my clothes smoking, my hair standing on end, and the ceiling light flickering.

It was then that I understood that electrical energy could penetrate the barrier of internal energy within the body. This is because the (adult) human body contains 58%-67% conductive water; unless there is no water, but that would mean death. My

steadfast internal energy, protecting my entire body from the onslaught of the strong current, was actually strengthening the resilience and endurance of my body's tissues, allowing them to function normally until they adapted to the impact.

As I gradually became able to tolerate the numbness and pain, I discovered an interesting phenomenon: electricity and my internal energy both counteract and complement each other. For example, when the internal energy is extremely concentrated, even with the aid of liquid, the current cannot be conducted, overturning my previous understanding. And the current's resistance to internal energy seemed to cause a mutation in its energy; as for the outcome, I dared not continue testing. However, it seems that combining true qi with electrical energy can enhance the power of both, making them exceptionally strong. I tried it and found that the blue current infused with true qi became docile and controllable, flowing according to my will. My body no longer felt uncomfortable, but the destructive power of the true qi infused with electricity was astonishing.

Sure enough, the generator was punctured by my blue current infused with true qi, burning out the copper coils inside and stopping power generation. Moreover, the thick electrical wire in my hand was instantly and completely melted, like carbonized red copper oxide from pure oxygen.

This damn generator, of all times, had to burn out! I was just having a sudden inspiration, and I still had a few experiments to do. The quality of this Japanese product is terrible! It got burned out by electricity like that? And it's supposed to generate electricity! Bah!

Unexpectedly, my spitting out of the generator produced a blue current, like lightning, further damaging the already burnt-out generator, making it even worse. Before, the generator was only emitting smoke internally; now it was burned through completely.

This sight startled me greatly. I could actually spit out blue current? Looking at the burnt and oxidized scrap iron, one could see the immense power of the blue electric current. It passed through the energy barrier surrounding me, seemingly effortlessly, burning through and oxidizing the generator—its power comparable to ball lightning.

Did this mean I could switch to a defensive stance and take down this damned "God"?

The righteously corrupt "God" was clearly terrified by my "electrocution" and the power of the burnt-through generator. Seeing me about to unleash my electricity, he instinctively dodged, looking rather pathetic and comical.

But the "miracle" didn't repeat itself, leaving me quite disappointed. The "God," however, thought I was toying with him and became increasingly enraged, about to roar at me.

His companion, the burly Japanese soldier, hadn't even entered yet, but he called out in Japanese from outside the door: "'God!' Did you take care of him? I've wiped out all the Chinese over there."

Bastards! Even I, who had remained calm, couldn't help but feel angry. So many innocent people were just killed like that? Are we Chinese just pigs and sheep to be slaughtered? Am I being too merciful compared to them?

A surge of murderous intent welled up within me, and just as I was about to unleash a counterattack, I realized I could hear the sounds outside again, and the pressure had significantly decreased. It felt like I was at a depth of 10,000 meters in the ocean. However, I couldn't guarantee that my true energy, after breaking through the superpower barrier, could penetrate the "god's" superpower shield and strike this damn "god" in one blow. It seemed I still needed to restrain myself, remain calm, wait for an opportunity, and strive for a successful strike. The best approach now was to feign weakness, pretending my strength was about to be exhausted, that I was at my last gasp, thus lowering his guard. Seeing the significant decrease in pressure, he must truly be at his limit, but I didn't know if he would resort to the legendary trump card of sacrificing his own life to take his opponent down with him. I still lacked understanding of superpowers and superpowered individuals.

So, for safety, and to ensure a more decisive and powerful strike, I feigned increasing redness in my face, shortness of breath, and exhaustion, shrinking my protective shield to lull the two Japanese soldiers into a false sense of security.

The unresponsive "master" ignored the shocked expression on the strong man's face and asked impatiently, "Why haven't the backup arrived yet?" He seemed hesitant to turn around, wary of me, though he hadn't regained the intensity of his earlier pressure. It seemed the "master" was truly weakened, nearing his limit, hence his growing agitation. This made sense; those with superpowers

only strengthen their willpower and mental fortitude, offering little benefit to physical fitness or strength. Chinese martial arts, however, are different. They emphasize internal cultivation of breath, regulating essence, energy, and spirit, harmonizing yin and yang, achieving unity with nature, while also incorporating external techniques for strengthening muscles, bones, and skin. This holistic approach, combining internal and external cultivation, balancing strength and gentleness, pursues harmony with the natural order of heaven, earth, humanity, and all things in the universe; physical fitness is merely the foundation. The "Male Superiority Yang Gong" I cultivate is even more abnormal, far exceeding the scope of ordinary qigong. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it cultivating immortality, a kind of martial arts entering the heavenly path. All of this is based on solid theory and practice, and draws on the experience and insights of predecessors. Unlike the rare and mysterious appearances of superpowered individuals, whose superpowers are either difficult to control or inexplicable, and whose research is still in its early stages. Superpowers like King Kong, with their abnormally strong physical strength, are rare, but in my opinion, they are quite fragile. Even the best of the best among telekinetic superpowered individuals, like "Telekinesis" and "Great God," while possessing immense power, have weaknesses. Their bodies seem too weak to withstand prolonged, excessive use of mental power. I ended up in this predicament because I was schemed against and preemptively attacked, yet even so, he hasn't been able to completely defeat me. If I had known about "Great God's" information earlier, he probably wouldn't even know how he died, or he would be living a life worse than death, unable to even die if he wanted to.

It is evident that my power, which combines offense and defense, is suitable for both close and long-range combat, and integrates internal and external cultivation, is the most balanced and perfect! Moreover, I will definitely study and develop my supernatural abilities after this. I have an advantage in this regard, not only because I have a large number of research subjects to learn from, but also because the "Male Supremacy Yang Gong" secret manual contains detailed descriptions of the development and cultivation of mental supernatural abilities. The supernatural beings in Flower Ninja are practitioners and beneficiaries of "mental power".

Imagine if I learned telekinesis and cultivated it alongside my inner energy, reaching the level of "dual cultivation of magic and martial arts" from fantasy novels—who in the world could be my match?

While I was still feigning weakness and indulging in these fantasies, the burly Japanese soldier, who had finally recovered, anxiously exclaimed, "I don't know! Support should have arrived by now, but we can't get in touch. All the communication devices on the island are broken! The special forces and US Marines lying in ambush on the island are all dead! Baka! It must have been that bastard's doing. Kill him!" He glared at me as if he wanted to devour me, but he wisely refrained from attacking.

"I can't hold on much longer!" The scumbag "God" seemed even weaker. The pressure decreased further, and his levitation height dropped considerably. Finally, he wobbled and landed on the ground, drenched in sweat, pale-faced, looking utterly exhausted.

Damn! This little Japanese "God" is really cunning! My "clairvoyance" tells me that although his mental energy has been greatly depleted and his supernatural power has decreased, he hasn't weakened to this extent. Seeing him secretly thickening and enlarging his protective shield while reducing the amount of supernatural energy attacking me and hiding to wait for an opportunity, I know he's bluffing. It seems we're both calculating against each other, but it doesn't matter; I can afford to stall. His rapid depletion of mental and physical energy shouldn't last long. Meanwhile, my true energy is trapped and compressed in a small space. Although it's somewhat depleted, not much, because I can't escape, and also because I want to concentrate my power to avoid pointless waste, it's tightly bound together, waiting for the right moment.

"Huh? No way? You have to hold on! This Chinese kid looks like he's about to die, just hang in there! If only any one of those five seniors, 'Fire Demon,' 'Electric Demon,' 'Ice Demon,' 'Death Ray,' and 'Wind Spirit,' had stayed here, but they all suddenly left just now, this group..." The burly Japanese man looked back fearfully, then dared not continue, clearly afraid of offending the five figures he was referring to.

"Hmph! Those filthy bitches of the Flower Ninja! I've disliked them for a long time. They always push and shove when I ask them to kill, never obeying orders! When I ask them to study their supernatural powers, they either give me the runaround or make all sorts of excuses not to cooperate. I really doubt if they're even from my Yamato race..."

So the people they were talking about were also Flower Ninjas. Why didn't they come to greet me today? Seniors? The seniors they were talking about seemed to be quite old, while Flower Ninjas had to retire at 40 and pass on their power to their disciples. So they were the masters of five of the Flower Ninjas I saw today. Then why were they working for the Japanese government? Forced to leave like Hua Yan? They suddenly left before I arrived…it seems they received orders from Hua Sao to completely annihilate the Black Dragon Society.

“Shh—don’t be so loud. What if they hear us…”

“I’m not afraid of them!” Although “Great God” seemed nonchalant, his voice had actually lowered considerably. It seemed those five Flower Ninja seniors were quite powerful, making “Great God” wary. However, the world’s habit of men not admitting defeat to women made him stubbornly say, “If they weren’t always together, I would have dealt with them separately long ago.”

“Yeah! I wonder what kind of beauty lies beneath their masks, but looking at their figures…” The strong Japanese man’s drooling was truly filthy and obscene. But it also showed how outstanding their figures were. The strong Japanese man continued, swallowing, “If we’re going to make a move, we must start with the weakest, ‘Wind Spirit,’ her figure is the most…” He gestured with his hands, making a suggestive, lewd gesture of grabbing her large breasts. It was truly too obscene.

"Wrong! I suspect she's the most powerful, a telekinetic like me. Her wind control is just a facade. I can control the wind too, but not with her skill and power. This means her telekinetic ability is stronger than mine."

"Ah?" The strong Japanese man was speechless with surprise.

"Of course, the power of her 'death ray' is terrifying! I suspect her 'death ray' can easily penetrate my defensive shield..." This time, "Great God" also looked back warily, reducing the pressure on me to the pressure of the ocean floor at 3000 meters deep. His pressure on my energy barrier also created a flaw, no longer watertight, seemingly giving me an opportunity to attack.

I guess he'd noticed my ability to hear their conversation outside the energy barrier, so he deliberately created this opening to lure me into attacking, testing my weakness so he could devise a plan to minimize mental and physical exhaustion and prolong the stalemate until reinforcements arrived. It seems he understands he can't defeat me anyway, so he can only trap me, stalling for as long as possible with minimal cost and effort, until reinforcements arrive. He's quite clever, isn't he? He knows how to attract my attention with lively and interesting topics, then create openings at opportune moments, waiting for me to strike and finding my weakness.

What a clever stalling tactic! A battle of wits and strength!

Unfortunately, it won't work on me. If their back-and-forth is true, I'll listen with genuine interest; if it's false, I'll still pretend to be interested, not wanting to be a fool trying to take advantage. I can afford to stall! I can afford to play! I'll play slowly! I'll play you little devils to death! Although he's reduced the pressure he puts on me, he needs to maintain his own defensive shield with his willpower, so his mental and physical energy expenditure will remain high. When he's truly weakened, I'll cut off his hands and feet, and thoroughly torture him, to appease the spirit of my tenth uncle in heaven! And to those Chinese compatriots who died tragically!

Seeing that I didn't seize the opportunity to counterattack, the "master" had no choice but to increase the pressure on me again, tightly enveloping me as if I were at a depth of 5,000 meters, while his own defensive shield was completely removed to reduce the consumption of his mental energy. He probably thought I couldn't penetrate his encirclement.

But I could; with my improved strength, I could probably withstand the pressure of seawater at a depth of 30,000 meters. However, I worried about how much attack power my true energy would have left after I counterattacked and penetrated his encirclement. Secondly, how fast could he control his energy to defend? It was like two swordsmen dueling to see who could swing their swords faster.

I rationally believed that his speed of controlling energy with his mind was no slower than my speed of controlling true energy, because I couldn't dodge when I was ambushed, and secondly, since we both control with our minds, the speed of reaction is not much different at our level. Now it's like one of my hands is being grabbed by the other's hand. Whether I use my other hand or foot to attack the other, or use the grabbed hand to break free first and then attack the other with all my might, can I succeed? The other's skills and reactions are no worse than mine. Therefore, I'm not confident I can strike successfully on the first try. If I fail, I'm sure he'll go all out against me.

It's not that I'm afraid he'll intensify the siege, but rather that he might get carried away knowing he can't hold out until reinforcements arrive, and recklessly do something that results in mutual destruction.

Even though I believe I'll survive until 2003 to travel to ancient times, I don't want to get hurt now. According to the "Mind Power" description, mind-control users do possess a terrifyingly powerful suicide attack. I'm not sure if this bastard "god" has it. If he does, and in a desperate situation decides to commit suicide, I don't want to lose a part of myself or have any regrets that affect my perfection.

Is this thinking too absurd? So many Chinese compatriots have died, including my uncle, and I'm still indulging in self-pity and hesitation? But the dead are gone; the living should consider their own fate. How can someone who doesn't even love themselves love others?

If I had the ability to scan anyone's mind like Hua Sao, things would be much simpler. Hmm! I also need to master that ability as soon as possible.

For now, I'll imagine myself as a weakling, burdened with a deep-seated hatred, fighting against a powerful enemy. I'll suppress my anger, remain calm and resolute, think rationally, analyze meticulously, find weaknesses, create opportunities, leverage my strengths, exploit the enemy's weaknesses, and strike with all my might to turn defeat into victory. Wouldn't I be more mature like this?

Yes, I'm growing!

I can almost see those two rats before me slowly toying with me to death. And I myself am gradually becoming stronger!

In the instant I finished thinking all this, the strong rat exclaimed in surprise again, demonstrating the incredible speed of my thought process. It also revealed the powerful rat's high regard for this "god-like" rat; he probably couldn't believe anyone could surpass his idol.

This "god-like" rat seemed unwilling to offer any further explanation, perhaps as it would only drain his mental energy. He appeared somewhat discouraged, or at least lacking enthusiasm, because all his efforts, whether in strength or intelligence, had been ineffective against me. He controlled me as I left the generator room.

Even the most foolish strong rat understood the situation, so he wisely kept quiet.

But after only a few steps, he suddenly couldn't help but speak, offering a suggestion: "How about we throw him into the crematorium? I refuse to believe he's as fire-resistant as Sun Wukong!" Damn it!

Now I understood the purpose of the crematorium—it was for burning corpses! These Japanese beasts! So inhumane! This prison's function is probably similar to the concentration camps used by Germany to exterminate Jews during World War II, or the Japanese Unit 731, which used living Chinese people to cultivate bacteria and viruses for biological warfare. Is it possible that such things are still being done in modern times? No wonder the prison is so clean inside and out; the files of the inmates that should be there are empty.

However, this prison definitely doesn't have laboratories, sterilization rooms, experimental materials, or rooms for cultivating bacteria and rats; there are only densely packed cells for confining people. Is the laboratory somewhere else? What's the crematorium for? To dispose of bodies of those who died accidentally? Does that make sense?

Are they putting me in their alchemy furnace like Sun Wukong?

"Hmm… we can try, but there's no electricity…" the so-called "expert" hesitated.

"Don't worry, the crematorium uses natural gas, and the burning temperature exceeds 1000 degrees Celsius."

"Okay! Lead the way."

And so, I was led to the crematorium.

Actually, I'm quite eager to try the taste of fire. Having just been electrocuted, I've noticed that while my cellular genes haven't mutated or evolved, my cellular activity, the ability to generate bioelectricity, and especially the enlargement of my pituitary and pineal glands, along with the unusually intense bioelectric and chemical reactions in my neurons, all show a tendency to develop into something akin to a "god." So I want to see what surprises the energy of fire will bring. Although I've experimented with fire on the ship, it's clearly not comprehensive enough. I want to test the combination of my inner energy and fire. But outwardly, I pretend to be struggling and trying to escape, but to no avail.

On the front wall of the crematorium, a magnificent yet ferocious yaksha is solemnly painted, clearly a god from Japanese mythology who devours demons. It seems the Japanese, having committed many evils, are guilty and afraid of vengeful spirits, so they created this yaksha for solace.

I don't know how many innocent Chinese have entered this crematorium, dying far from home, and how many more are still following suit. I only know that now it's my turn. But I didn't come here to die! I came here for revenge, for the countless Chinese who died tragically, and for my tenth uncle. I must become stronger! I also believe I can become stronger, and when I emerge, these demons and monsters will be slaughtered.

So I assumed a meditative posture and was pushed into the crematorium. Just before the furnace door closed, I smiled faintly at the two rats, no longer trying to hide it.

This terrified the two creatures, making them tremble with fear and anxious, repeatedly shouting, "Light the fire!"

Several hissing natural gas nozzles began releasing natural gas from below, but because two tangible forces were clashing, the natural gas couldn't get close to me, let alone burn me. So, in the end, the alien energy controlled by the "god" avoided me, combining with the crematorium to form a larger space to prevent my escape. I felt relieved, no longer feeling the heavy pressure, but I dared not be careless. With a loud bang, the fire was ignited. I didn't stop it from happening, letting the flames engulf me, and the temperature inside the furnace immediately rose nearly a hundredfold. But within seconds, the air inside the furnace was exhausted, and the fire quickly went out.

I was just looking forward to conducting my research and experiment, but I was disappointed. I couldn't help but taunt them in Japanese, "Damn it! Trying to slack off? Get back to work! Or just swallow your thing and commit suicide!" I didn't care if they could hear me or not.

The ignition device kept popping and crackling, but it just wouldn't light because of the air blockage. I was getting impatient and kept yawning. It wasn't

until the furnace door was opened that these two low-IQ guys figured out why. But the "master" wouldn't give up even a tiny bit of ventilation, probably afraid I'd take the opportunity to retaliate.

So the two rats outside were awkwardly helpless and a little embarrassed, looking ridiculously silly, staring at each other for a long time, not knowing what to do.

I finally couldn't help but scold them, "Hurry up! Idiot! Fool!"

The "master," provoked by me, never expected this anticlimactic ending. Now they were stuck, unable to move forward or backward. Moreover, his mental energy was still being depleted, his face grew even paler, and he was trembling violently, seemingly wanting to strangle me, yet unable to do so. If he had the ability to kill with his eyes, I would probably be dead hundreds of times over.

As for his ability to hear me, it's probably because his ability barrier has the function of conducting and sensing air vibrations, or perhaps he understands lip reading.

Consequently, his ability was also experiencing huge fluctuations and was rapidly weakening, the barrier thinning and weakening, with cracks and gaps appearing at any moment. It seems that he was not only extremely weak and at his wit's end, but the control of his ability was also affected by his emotions. This shows that cultivating mental abilities is like practicing Qigong; both require maintaining emotional stability and a focused, undistracted mind. Logically, someone as powerful as him shouldn't make such a basic mistake in controlling his emotions. Perhaps it's because he's always been revered by the Japanese around him, given the title of "Great God," which fostered his arrogance and a lack of setbacks or failures. Now, suddenly, he's broken down. An opponent who seems weak and has always been on the defensive dares to mock his incompetence and stupidity. This is something he can't tolerate or accept. But the facts are undeniable; his weakness, incompetence, and stupidity are laid bare before him and cannot be ignored. So he feels ashamed, resentful, agitated, and angry, yet he's helpless. This leads to extreme frustration and a near-madness.

Seeing that he was about to explode or break down, I added fuel to the fire and went even further, using a classic internet insult, slightly modified: "Hey! You two incomplete life forms, genetically mutated aliens, the offspring of an African and a black pig, yin-yang imbalanced pig-apes, hippos crushed by Noah's Ark, high school students at kindergarten level, frog-headed individuals with congenital Mongolosis, abandoned babies of the Yeti of Mount Everest, culprits of septic tank blockages, super-individuals coexisting with cockroaches, your life force rotting." You are half-plants, stinking garbage people, flies and bedbugs are your brethren, the source of the word "despise," dinosaurs that degenerate three times a day, the strongest waste in biological history, an old toilet accidentally dropped by the God of Dung, brainless creatures capable of thought, scourges that ruin the reputation of all animals, bastards that shame our ancestors, primitive species that scientists dare not study, essential raw materials for the destruction of the universe, even dung maggots are more than ten times more beautiful than you, you despicable and filthy creatures, you can only play a pile of dung in a TV drama. "You're worse than trash on the street that dogs have peed on. You'd have to go to the zoo or even leave Earth to find a girlfriend. If you wanted to commit suicide, people would just advise you not to leave your bodies to avoid polluting the environment. Even viruses can't survive on the objects you touch. The stench you exhaled yesterday caused the Tokyo subway gas attack. Your saliva could directly produce chemical weapons. Acting cute could instantly solve Japan's overpopulation problem. Idiots can be your teachers, and mentally challenged people can teach you to speak. The ozone layer will break as soon as you look up. We're immigrating to Mars to leave you behind. All the famous places you've visited will become historical sites, and the historical sites you've visited will become history! If your ugliness could generate electricity, all the world's nuclear power plants could be shut down. If we went to war, bullets and missiles would be irresistibly drawn to you. Hand grenades would self-destruct upon seeing you. The Americans would rather detonate you directly than drop an atomic bomb on Japan. The power that would sink Japan would be enough to make your emperor regret not throwing you into the White House cesspool first..."

The "gods'" superpower barriers were loosening even more because they were so angry they were practically fuming.

I secretly gathered all my strength, waiting for the right moment to strike, but my mouth continued to rant, deliberately emphasizing the extremes, laughing and cursing: "Years ago, you all glanced at the Japanese Imperial Family on television, which directly caused Princess Aiko to become so ugly that she can't get married to this day, and caused Emperor Akihito and Crown Prince Naruhito to lose their sexuality..."

Chapter 62 ◆ Taking Over the Hanamichi:

The USS Kitty Hawk was powerless to resist, because all its carrier-based aircraft, whether they had successfully taken off or hadn't had time to take off, were now all reduced to fragments and wreckage. The difference was whether they were scattered on the carrier's deck, in the hangar under the ship's hull, or sunk to the bottom of the sea. In short, the carrier's carrier-based aircraft had been completely wiped out, approximately 80 aircraft, plus the Japanese Self-Defense Forces that came to support them... Nearly 200 fighter jets were on board. According to reports, the USS Kitty Hawk was equipped with three 8-cell Sea Sparrow surface-to-air missile launchers, three Phalanx close-in weapon systems, four SRBOC electronic countermeasures decoy launchers, and one SLQ-36 Slave towed decoy, all now reduced to scrap metal. Even the starboard conning tower was riddled with holes, emitting thick smoke and teetering on the brink of collapse. Several frigates and escort submarines were also found on the seabed. The Dolphin Squadron, specially trained by the US Navy to detect enemy submarines, had long since deserted, leaving only US Navy personnel struggling to survive afloat, some too weak to withstand the low water levels. The USS Kitty Hawk , seemingly unable to hold out much longer,

was left with only the relentless "Any Bed" missiles in the sky, relentlessly adjusting their firing positions and searching for weaknesses in the carrier. The "Any Bed" continuously spewed beams of light, striking the hull of the Kitty Hawk repeatedly, causing further damage. Of course, the survival-driven US Navy couldn't see the now-stealthy "Any Bed," only flashes of light appearing out of nowhere. The imaginative Americans naturally connected it to UFOs and aliens.

The powerless Kitty Hawk, floating on the sea, resembled a giant coffin or a target—now a riddled, wrecked coffin and a broken target. But the quality of US aircraft carriers was still commendable. The incredibly thick alloy steel plates of the hull and dozens of sealed compartments of varying sizes, though a third of them were breached and flooded, still kept the Kitty Hawk afloat. Sinking it would require considerable effort and time from Hana-shu.

This was why Hana-shu hadn't come to my aid yet.

Forget it! Let's stop here for now. Continuing until the Kitty Hawk is sunk wouldn't make much sense, and besides, I didn't want the Americans to panic and potentially use nuclear weapons to bombard this area. Launching from Okinawa, Midway, or Hawaii would be quick, and the Americans have many nuclear submarines patrolling the Pacific. Our conflict hasn't escalated to the point of wanting to completely annihilate the other side.

"Enough! Hana-shu, let's stop here! Let's go!" I transmitted my voice to Hana-shu.

Hana-shu paused for a moment, then immediately replied, "Yes, Your Excellency!" "Then I pressed the command to cancel the continued attack.

Then the 'Any Bed' adjusted its direction and instantly accelerated, flying towards me at high speed.

Fifteen seconds later, after I got on the 'Any Bed,' my appearance returned to normal.

The 'Any Bed' was set to autopilot, with the following settings: fly at a height of 5 meters above sea level, heading towards Kyoto. After entering land, it will automatically adjust its flight altitude and route according to the terrain. It will handle any situation that endangers the safety of the 'Any Bed' and report it simultaneously. It can also cancel autopilot at any time.

At the same time, Hua Xiu knelt before me, saying in fear, 'Please punish me, Your Majesty! Xiu Nu is incompetent and failed to complete Your Majesty's order to meet Your Majesty...' She probably guessed that I had failed to rescue Uncle after seeing my naked and disheveled appearance.

'Alright!' I interrupted her apology, still angrily saying, 'What I want to know is my true situation on Dahei Island! Why didn't you tell me in detail?' If I had known, perhaps Uncle Shi and those Chinese wouldn't have died in vain.

'It's...it's...because...'

I said angrily, 'Because of what?' " "How dare you stammer and be evasive with me! How dare you!

" "It's because of your orders, Your Majesty..."

"My orders?" I couldn't believe it. Would "I" issue such an order? Impossible! Did I intend to kill Uncle Ten? Absolutely not!

"Yes! Your Majesty left this secret order: If Your Majesty wishes to learn more about the situation on Dahei Island before you go there, we will tell you the truth. If Your Majesty forgets to ask, you are not allowed to tell us." Hua Xiu remained kneeling, not daring to raise her head.

"This…" Could it be possible? Would I really harm Uncle Shi for the sake of coveting and possessing my aunt's not-so-stunning beauty? Or was it because I was concerned about another breakthrough in my cultivation on Dahei Island? This is impossible! Uncle Shi is my only male relative; how could I possibly cause his unjust death for such laughable things? If it were that "I" forgot to remind him due to negligence, that would be somewhat understandable, or that my reminder might have been lost to the passage of time! But now Hua Xiu is telling me very clearly that "I" did it intentionally.

I don't believe Hua Xiu would be so audacious as to fabricate lies to deceive me to escape punishment, because I can easily verify this with other Hua Ninjas. This means that the order must be real! Perhaps there are other similar "orders."

Then why did "I" kill Uncle Shi? Is there some hidden reason?

Thinking about it made me restless and unable to understand, so I simply stopped thinking about it! Anyway, the truth will naturally come out in time!

"Get up!" "I said calmly.

Hua Xiu, relieved, raised her head, looking at me with a pitiful yet alluring gaze, as if ready to be ravaged at any moment.

Hua Xiu was still completely naked, her beautiful and captivating body incredibly tempting, but I had no interest in her whatsoever. I sighed and decided to lie down for a while until we reached our destination.

Unexpectedly, my right hand touched the sunglasses Hua Xiu had given me. They should have been in my pocket earlier, lost or vanished after the fierce battle on Dahei Island, but now they lay here intact. I remember very clearly putting them in my pocket; they were there before the 'Great God' attacked. Why are they here now? Do they have an 'automatic disaster escape' function? And can they travel through space?

Although these small sunglasses are complex and advanced, and I haven't figured out many of their functions yet, they definitely don't travel through space. " Spatial abilities?

Is this some kind of ghost story? Or is anything around me possible?

The strangest thing is that these sunglasses appeared here, and Hua Xiu didn't seem to notice them at all! I only just noticed them myself. Who could be pulling strings right under my and "the Great God's" noses?

Amaterasu? That's possible… So her strength…

If it really is her, is she showing off her power to me?

Or… did "I" do it myself?

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, my mind wandering aimlessly.

Seeing my bad mood and low spirits, Hua Xiu nestled obediently beside me, gently massaging and stroking me here and there, using her soft, warm body to comfort my grief over losing my loved ones. Actually, I still felt the frustration of failing to save my uncle.

Suddenly, I remembered to ask, "Hua Xiu, what is the true purpose of the Daikoku Island prison?"

"Reporting to the Lord…" Hua Xiu was about to answer respectfully

when I interrupted her: "In the future, don't be so formal when we're being affectionate, be more natural!"

"Yes!" " Your Majesty..."

"You're still like this!" I said, feigning anger.

"I know!" Hua Xiu boldly and presumptuously kissed me. Seeing that I wasn't unhappy, she became much more natural and began to tell me her story.

It turns out that the foreign illegal immigrants detained at Daikokushima Prison in Japan were carefully selected and brought to Daikokushima by Japanese intelligence agencies. These individuals were typically intelligent, healthy, and educated, and came from areas under Japanese surveillance. Japanese intelligence then used coercion, inducement, and even cruel torture to force them to sign documents agreeing to become Japanese spies overseas. They were usually filmed taking oaths, and then transferred to other secret bases for a series of spy training sessions. Those who resolutely refused were brutally tortured to death, even dismembered alive, their organs harvested and transplanted into Japanese soldiers in need. Their bodies were then cremated, and their ashes scattered into the sea, disappearing from the world.

My tenth uncle was moved to Daikoku Island because the US and Japanese governments had planned this for a long time. They lured me, a "superhuman," to Daikoku Island, where US and Japanese military forces were lying in wait to surround and capture me at any time. Moreover, the remote location on this island in Hokkaido avoided the mass casualties that could occur in a bustling city, like the Tokyo subway sarin attack or the Black Dragon Society incident in Kyoto. When Hua Xiu followed me to Daikoku Island during the day, the concrete pillars in the prison's open-air exercise yard hadn't been erected yet. But this very information was part of the explicit "order" not to let me know, so when Hua Xiu saw something amiss, she couldn't tell me, directly leading to my ambush and life-or-death situation, and causing the tragic deaths of my tenth uncle and many Chinese people.

Fortunately, I not only ultimately turned the tide but also made breakthroughs and advancements in my cultivation and realm! In terms of mental superpowers, I even achieved a breakthrough from zero, beginning to step into the wondrous world of superpowers. This is probably the only gain from my trip to Daikoku Island.

But my tenth uncle died.

What reason did "I" have not to save him? Was it all for a breakthrough in psychic abilities?

"Hua Xiu, do I have any more 'orders' like this?"

"My lord, are there a few more... would you like to know?"

"Hmm..." I didn't know what to say. If it truly was an order from "me," it must have a deeper meaning. "I" didn't want me to know things too early, because some truths might affect my growth, development, and even change my life trajectory, potentially causing spacetime disruption and catastrophic consequences.

For example, I've just survived the life-or-death ordeal on Dahei Island. But if I used spacetime manipulation to give myself a hint—if I had killed "the Great God" on Dahei Island first—then the deadly battle wouldn't have happened, there wouldn't have been a breakthrough in psychic abilities, and Uncle Ten and those Chinese wouldn't have died. But spacetime is disordered; what disappeared exists, what was experienced didn't happen, and what didn't happen doesn't have hints or manipulation. All these spacetime causal relationships are disrupted, potentially leading to a disaster similar to the "butterfly effect."

I don't believe there are many parallel universes!

Of course, saving Teacher Xue isn't impossible. Without violating the rules of time and space, if I have the ability to travel through time, I could use a dummy-like substitute to replace Teacher Xue and prevent her from being tortured to death. The real person could be hidden from my view, like in an American science fiction movie where future humans use space technology to stop time and replace passengers on a plane about to crash. The result is that history isn't disrupted, and the passengers survive. I could use this method to save my father, uncles, and even anyone I want to save.

As long as I'm powerful enough! I could even choose my own parents!

Beneath the surface of history, I could hide the whole truth; everything is possible except for replacing myself!

While the ambitious and arrogant thought of manipulating time and space filled me with excitement and fervor, it was also accompanied by fear and unease about the unknown world. At that moment, Hua Xiu gently asked, "My lord! Do you dislike Xiu Nu?" Her smooth face rubbed lightly against my chest.

"No way!" To show I wasn't, I even pinched her small, delicate nipples. It seems women are really sensitive; their intuition is very sharp.

Hua Xiu didn't say much, just pressed herself tightly against me, her obedient appearance truly endearing.

"Alright! I surrender! I really didn't like you much before." I couldn't bear to lie to her anymore.

"Why?" Hua Xiu looked up at me, her beautiful eyes misty.

My lewd hand slid down to her private parts, teasingly saying, "Don't you know I like white tigers?"

"I know! But as far as Xiu Nu knows, you also like to design shapes for beautiful women's genitals… so…" Hua Xiu lowered her head a little shyly, but her thighs tightly gripped my hand, as if she didn't want to leave my teasing touch.

So that's it! So I have this kind of fetish now? Hehe! Interesting! "Alright! I forgive you!"

"Really? My lord?" Hua Xiu's excited expression moved me.

"Yes!" I kissed her cute, delicate nose.

"Ah—that's wonderful!" In her excitement, Hua Xiu kissed my entire body, finally lingering on my manhood.

Initially uninterested, I was gradually aroused by her efforts. My erect penis stood tall, supported by her mouth as she held it in her hand. My hands were also busy between her thighs, her two beautiful orifices already plugged with my fingers.

But my mind was still preoccupied with Uncle Ten, "The Great God," Amaterasu, time travel, Teacher Xue, and other questions.

When my hands were soaked, and Hua Xiu's round, beautiful buttocks were wet beyond wiping, the "Microcrystal" screen flashed Hua Sao's image: "Your Excellency! A communication request has been received. Do you wish to open it?"

"Who is it?" I didn't know if the other party would see me in my current state, so I needed to find out first.

"It's the Great Leader, Hua Sao."

"Access is possible."

The windshield of the "Any Bed" immediately transformed into a large screen, displaying Hua Sao's image; her background also seemed to be inside the car. "Your Excellency!" Hua Sao bowed to me first.

"The person was rescued?" My heart ached, and I felt ashamed that I had failed to save my uncle.

"Rescued! May I ask, Your Excellency, where are you taking him?"

"Is there a safe place?"

"There are many!"

"Bring him to me. Where shall we meet?" I was referring to Hundred Flowers Abyss and Amaterasu Forbidden Land.

"Can we go to the Flower Palace? There are many people there who wish to pay their respects to Your Excellency!"

"Flower Palace? Where is that?"

The screen immediately emptied half of its display to show an electronic map. The bright spot in the center of the map was clearly the location of the Flower Palace, and below the bright spot, a large area showed Tokyo. "The Flower Palace was built according to Your Excellency's requirements," Hua Sao explained.

It seems very convenient! "Then let's go!"

"Yes, Your Excellency! I will immediately notify everyone to meet at the Flower Palace after completing the mission."

"Okay!" I nodded, tilting my head, and waved with my wet hands.

"Hua Xiu! Serve Your Excellency well," Hua Sao teased, showing a hint of envy and jealousy.

"Hmm..." Unable to answer, Hua Xiu nodded, which led to a deep throat, making me almost ejaculate.

After the communication ended, Hua Xiu's image reappeared, looking incredibly cute as she awaited my orders.

"Change to Fei Hua Palace!"

"Yes!"

"Play an anime, an erotic one."

"Yes!" The screen immediately displayed a dense list of titles for me to choose from. And this was only one page; there were 358 more pages, totaling 28,720 erotic anime. The Japanese truly live up to their reputation, producing so many erotic anime. And this might not even be all of them.

Curious, I flipped through the pages, many titles resembling similar ones like "Adulterous Mother," "Teacher," and "Classmate." Suddenly, amidst a sea of titles about conquest, "Conquest of Nanjing" caught my eye. Intrigued, I ordered it to be opened

. It turned out to be a film depicting the Japanese occupation of Nanjing during World War II, showing how the Japanese brutally murdered and raped Chinese women. The entire film was filled with bloodshed, violence, and eroticism; those with weak stomachs would likely find it unbearable. I frequently fast-forwarded, my anger and hatred surging. This was how the Japanese viewed the Chinese, whom they could bully at will. Japan denied the Nanjing Massacre while openly and shamelessly insulting and desecrating the victims. Suppressing

my anger, I then chose "Conquest of Beiping" and fast-forwarded through it. The story was similar, but what was most infuriating was the depiction of Japanese soldiers raping and massacring Chinese women in the Imperial Palace and the Temple of Heaven, with the backgrounds of the Chinese Imperial Palace and the Temple of Heaven rendered very realistically.

Hua Xiu, clearly sensing my anger, served me even more carefully and diligently.

Without women like Hanashinobu, I might have truly committed the Tokyo Massacre, or even sunk Japan.

I searched again using the Japanese Emperor as a condition but found no pornographic films; it seems no Japanese dare to fantasize about or desecrate the Emperor. I initially considered deleting "Conquering Beiping" and "Conquering Nanjing," but then thought better of it. Perhaps it would be beneficial to let my countrymen see them, to make them understand that without vigilance, self-reliance, and unity, the scenarios in the stories might still occur.

All I can do in Japan is retaliate with blood!

At this moment, "Any Bed" had already flown over Chiba Prefecture and was about to enter Tokyo. I ordered the television channels to be turned on, partly to test "Microcrystal's" capabilities, and partly to learn more about Tokyo, just to calm my anger.

The television screen showed what was clearly a variety show: three lewd-looking young Japanese women sat behind a table, the tablecloth obscuring what was happening underneath. A lewd male host then asked the guests to guess which of the three women behind the table was actually experiencing an orgasm. It turned out that a man was hiding under the table, lewdly teasing one of the women! Unbelievable! I have such high and mighty admiration for the Japanese! They can even come up with a program with this kind of creative idea! When the answer was revealed, the tablecloth was lifted, revealing a man licking the genitals of the woman on the left, while the genitals of the other two women were also completely naked. So audacious! These are truly unique Japanese people!

While changing channels, "Any Bed" had already entered Tokyo. I wasn't worried about being discovered; the pace was slower, and I treated it as an opportunity to appreciate the bustling night view of Tokyo.

The flashing neon lights were still so dazzling and vibrant, the streets still so bustling and busy, completely unaffected by the subway sarin gas, only with more police and police dogs.

The Tokyo Tower in the distance was still eye-catching, but the most concentrated area for lewd men and women was still Ginza. What made me ashamed was that many of these were my properties; I didn't know how to look at myself anymore.

Now, my biggest concern was my Flower Palace. What would it look like? How magnificent and luxurious would the Flower Palace built according to my specifications be? And who was waiting to pay homage to me?

Ah—I see it!

Is that…my Flower Palace?

I was utterly shocked and stunned, speechless, forgetting to breathe, and lost in the act of carelessly playing with my hands.

Although I was somewhat prepared, having seen countless palaces and mansions on television, and even having spent time in places like the Forbidden Land of Amaterasu, I was still overwhelmed by the sight of the Flower Palace within my exploration area.

Was that the Flower Palace built according to my specifications? It was

too magnificent! Too luxurious! Too vast! Too extravagant! This was simply too much!

This Flower Palace, hidden deep in the mountains north of Tokyo, with its vast expanse spanning over a dozen mountains and its extreme luxury, was perhaps comparable only to the legendary Epang Palace and the Old Summer Palace. But this Flower Palace, like the Forbidden Land of Amaterasu, is unassuming on the surface, hiding everything. From the sky, it appears only as verdant mountains and lush vegetation. The occasional large building looks like a hot spring inn, but in reality, many mountains have been hollowed out, and many buildings and roads are either hidden among tall trees or covered by dense foliage. This security guard's style is unlike my childhood habits.

But thinking about it, I can understand. After experiencing a series of life-and-death separations and drastic changes in my family, I prematurely bid farewell to the innocence and carefree nature of childhood and witnessed the ugly reality of this world. For the safety of my family and myself, I have to be cautious, conceal my talents, and strive to improve myself. My opponents are not ordinary people; each one is stronger than the last, and now it has even escalated to the point of confronting an entire nation. I have learned the principle that the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind. Therefore, I cannot show off or flaunt my abilities, because I am not yet powerful enough to act recklessly and do whatever I want. As a result, my personality naturally matured, becoming more stable, reserved, and cautious.

Unlike the Forbidden Land of Amaterasu, everything in the Flower Palace was modern in style and luxurious, incorporating many technologies far ahead of their time. For example, there were hollowed-out mountainside structures and massive buildings hidden deep underground, various defensive facilities and equipment scattered throughout, advanced communication systems, and cutting-edge transportation. As for comfortable living and enjoyment, it was extensive and thorough, with huge screens everywhere, and many facilities and items I had never even heard of.

What amazed and surprised me most were the several natural lakes and waterfalls of varying sizes scattered throughout, which is quite remarkable in land-scarce Japan. Orchards, vegetable gardens, golf courses, hot springs, a huge underwater world, and subtropical rainforest greenhouses seemed quite ordinary. Oh! By the way, the Flower Palace even had a 500-meter-long street with rows of huge shops and malls offering all kinds of goods from the outside world, but without shop assistants or cashiers; it was more like a warehouse where people could freely take what they wanted.

Inside the Flower Palace, all I saw were women, and beautiful women at that—a whopping 562 of them. This included thirteen women, including Hua Yan, who were also there. Oh! And Nian Li, who was currently fast asleep on a comfortable bed. But that doesn't include Koizumi Yuka and Tojo Yumi, who were naked and locked in iron cages.

Hua Yan and the other seventeen beauties were in a communications hall inside a mountain, sitting in front of a large control panel with multiple screens, wearing headsets and clearly communicating with the Flower Ninja. The scene was tense and busy, the sweet voices quite pleasant to hear, and their beauty and sexiness were a feast for the eyes!

Interestingly, my true energy was immediately detected by thirty-seven of these beauties. They all appeared to be around thirty years old, or even younger, but I knew their actual age was over forty. They were probably the current Flower Ninja's mentors, now retired and responsible for the Flower Palace's security. There should have been more than that, but they were probably out last night after receiving orders to completely eliminate the Black Dragon Society.

Through their earpieces, they learned that their Lord was arriving soon. Many of the Flower Palace beauties stopped what they were doing and quickly gathered together, nervously making their final preparations. Wow! They were all so beautiful! Not a single one was ordinary; many even surpassed the Flower Goddess, Flower Fairy, and Flower Charm. I wondered where they found so many stunning beauties, though it seemed many of them didn't know martial arts.

At that moment, Hua Yan pressed the contact button, and my "micro-crystal" immediately displayed Hua Xiu's image: "Lord! The Flower Palace requests a contact call, do you accept?"

"Yes!" I straightened up and pressed Hua Xiu's buttocks down to avoid blocking my face.

"Yes!" "

Ah! It really is Lord! Is everything going smoothly?" Hua Yan asked with a smile, not at all surprised that my naked body and large member were being sucked and played with.

I, however, said with a stern face, "Not smoothly."

"Ah!" Hua Yan covered her mouth and froze.

"I'll be there soon!"

"Yes! Yan Nu understands."

The result was a bit exaggerated. Not only did most of the beautiful women gather to greet me, but many birds and beasts kept in the Flower Palace also came to pay their respects. There were large flocks of tigers, lions, peacocks, eagles, and falcons. The scene was magnificent, something that seemed to only exist in myths. This was clearly the work of a superhuman who could control beasts and summon birds. All the plants in the Flower Palace—oh, I guess excluding the bamboo—were now blooming in profusion, regardless of the season or weather. This must have been the work of a retired flower ninja. The sight of hundreds of flowers vying for attention and blooming in unison greatly satisfied my vanity.

The "Any Bed" flew over the villa area and mountains before entering the Flower Palace grounds. The outer perimeter consisted of various orchards and vegetable gardens, followed by a secluded private hot spring hotel. After flying over several more mountains and a large lake, I finally arrived at the core area of the Flower Palace. The

"Any Bed" landed in a dense forest at the foot of a large mountain, with a lake behind it. The Flower Palace, or rather, a vast expanse of modern-style mansions, is hidden among towering trees and dense forests. It's hard to imagine such enormous structures could be concealed—it's amazing!

The open plaza in front of the palace is now densely packed with kneeling beauties, even Hua Yan is here. Countless parrots and birds perch on the treetops, utterly silent. Even the lions and tigers are docilely lying down, quietly watching my "Anywhere Bed" silently land. Oh! I should also mention that Yuka and Yumi, locked in their cages by the mansion's gate, are now obediently kneeling as well, clearly understanding the situation.

After the "Anywhere Bed" extends its wheels and comes to a stop, I find myself with no clothes to wear. There are no extra clothes in the "Anywhere Bed," only towels and thin blankets. I don't want to appear before them wrapped in such things—it would be too embarrassing!

"However, this is acceptable," I thought to myself with a lewd grin, as I telepathically ordered everyone, "Everyone, strip naked!"

Here, I must mention the Flower Ninja, including Hua Yan. Having learned from past experiences, they acted swiftly. The moment my voice fell, without hesitation, they stripped off their dresses and kimonos, quickly cleaning themselves. After laying their clothes at their feet, they knelt down again, clearly well-trained and possessing exceptional manners!

The other women, however, lacked such refinement. They hesitated and stared blankly before following suit, though their movements were far too clumsy and awkward.

Fortunately, there was numbers, and being of the same sex, they had a role model. Eventually, they all stripped naked and knelt down again. It took about a minute, though, so it seems we need to improve our overall manners. While I wasn't sure who these non-Flower Ninja were, I vaguely guessed they might be the exquisite vases and rare beauties the Flower Ninja had collected to please me, or perhaps even my harem!

To be honest, I quite liked them! These beauties are all of exceptionally high quality, top-tier, and exquisite beauty. Collecting so many of such high caliber clearly required considerable effort, and they seem to have undergone some training. These stunning women are graceful in every movement, elegant in every posture, captivating in their smiles, and eloquent in their conversations. Some are pure and lovely, some gentle and charming, some fiery and wild—in short, each possesses a unique allure and charm.

Most remarkably, many of these beauties have large breasts and youthful faces; many are even Caucasian teenagers, seemingly between 12 and 18 years old. Under the soft lighting, their beautiful curves and snow-white skin shimmer with a captivating glow, as if they themselves are luminous, making the lights seem superfluous.

I counted carefully: there are 126 Caucasian beauties, including 64 blondes and dark blondes, 9 redheads, 28 brown-haired women, 21 black-haired women, and 4 silver-haired women. Their eye colors include blue, green, gray, black, and brown. It seems that the youngest and most beautiful Caucasian beauties are all here.

The rest are mostly mixed-race beauties, about 117 in total, absolutely stunning.

There are 245 Asian beauties, most with skin so fair it doesn't look like typical Asian skin tones, more like Caucasian skin. Judging from their physical characteristics, most are from Japan, followed by China, South Korea, and then Southeast Asia, India, Pakistan, and similar countries.

The remaining 23 beauties, besides four who don't seem to be of Earthly race, come from all over the world: one is not purely Black (to be precise, she should be considered mixed-race); the others appear to be of Brown, Native American, Arab, etc.

I find it strange that there are extraterrestrial beings among them?

But considering the origins of the advanced technology I use and the alien equipment hidden in the secret room, I understand. But why would they willingly become my harem?

The door to the "Any Bed" opened silently. I held Hua Xiu's upside-down hips, still licking and sucking me with relish, and leaped out. This entrance was very similar to the one at Baihua Yuan last time. Only this time I wasn't wearing any clothes, but before me, a whole group of stunningly beautiful women, naked as I was, knelt obediently with their high, round buttocks raised high. I didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed at all; instead, I felt incredibly licentious, wanton, and blissfully happy. At the same time, the sense of conquest and accomplishment—being high above, looking down on all these beauties, and having them at my disposal—was especially satisfying, comfortable, and joyful.

These beauties were all virgins, but had Hua Shao collected too many beauties for me? Could I handle them all? I started to worry.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!" the beauties called out in unison, speaking Mandarin, and respectfully kowtowed to the ground.

Looking at the curves of their high, pert buttocks and their snow-white skin, their plumage was in no way inferior to the colorful and dazzling feathers of the peacocks fluttering their tails at me. Parrots and sparrows chirped in unison, but my attention was entirely focused on these flawless beauties; the docile and submissive lions and tigers held no interest for me whatsoever.

"Hmm! Very good! Get up, all of you!" I wasn't in the same mood as I was in Hundred Flowers Abyss; otherwise, I would have truly won them over. Then I said to Hua Yan, "The Hua Ren disciples and retired Hua Ren, please stay here! The rest of you can go do your own thing or rest. I'll get to know them again tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Excellency." After many beauties got up, they didn't immediately leave with their clothes. They scattered like birds and beasts. They continued to slowly and deliberately flirt with me, swaying their hips and shaking their breasts, or smiling seductively and trying to show off their charming curves, proud figures, and alluring charm. Of course, they also kept staring at the huge penis in Hua Xiu's mouth, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy. They swallowed hard, looking like a pack of hungry she-wolves, wishing they could devour me, especially my big treasure. If I didn't know that their hymens were still intact, and that Hua Sao wouldn't dare to try to fool me with such shoddy goods, I would almost suspect that these beauties were demons from the Spider Cave or abandoned concubines and resentful women in the Cold Palace. This was probably because they had heard of my existence for too long, and their meaning and mission were to serve me well. This was their destiny.

I wasn't displeased, but Hua Yan grew impatient, urging them repeatedly before they finally dispersed reluctantly.

However, they whispered among themselves, praising my looks, my strength, and my size, as if the rumors were true and that heaven had been kind to me. I wanted to laugh, but couldn't. They had sacrificed so much, especially the Hua Ninja, generation after generation, without complaint or regret. All I could do was try my best to compensate them and make them happy! At least to prevent them from resentment.

Tomorrow I will deflower them, not letting their youth be wasted. I seem to have automatically ignored the fact that many of them are young girls and lolis. Tonight, I'll first compensate my beautiful Hua Ninja! Or perhaps… I want to vent my grief over losing my uncle and the frustration of failing to save my family.

Carrying Hua Xiu, I headed towards the palace, with the Hua Ninja clearing the way following closely behind.

Hua Yan led the way for me, saying, "My Lord! Most of the Black Dragon Society and its members have been eliminated. The rest are outside the four islands, a long and arduous journey, but we can guarantee they'll be dealt with before dawn. We'll wait for the Flower Ninjas to return for more details."

"Hmm! Very good! Have we suffered any casualties?" I asked, concerned for my beauties and my harem.

"No! All the Flower Ninjas are unharmed. Only two of the outer guards were injured."

"Excellent! I want to see them tomorrow and reward them properly!"

"Yes!" Hua Yan bowed, her face beaming with joy, and the flower ninja behind her were also elated.

Before entering the palace gate, as we passed the iron cages holding Koizumi Yuka and Tojo Emi, I said, "Give them another blanket, and take them out for some exercise every day."

"Yes, sir!" Hua Yan and the others responded.

Stepping into my Flower Palace, I saw that it didn't resemble any royal palace. Instead, it looked like a combination of an airport terminal, a rainforest greenhouse, a garden, and an aquarium. The space was enormous, with half the roof made of glass. It was nighttime, so I couldn't tell how well it was lit, but the palm trees that were about 10 meters from the roof and the pine trees that looked exactly like Christmas trees were over 40 meters tall. The other half of the roof was a huge, irregularly shaped aquarium that stretched all the way to the ground, with various beautiful shallow-sea fish swimming around. The supports weren't vertical pillars; instead, a dozen huge, curved supports of various materials, like the keel of an airplane, supported the heavy roof. The ground is covered with flowers, vines, trees, swimming pools, fountains, and a large waterfall cascading from a rooftop aquarium into a secluded fishpond on the ground. Even with all this, there's still a spacious area that can accommodate thousands of people for a party.

To the left of this hall is a huge dining room with enormous, petal-shaped tables, many times larger than EU round conference tables. After all, accommodating five hundred people simultaneously is no small feat. Essentially, the long tables are designed to bend like snakes into petal shapes, just so everyone can sit more closely and intimately. The center of the petal is clearly reserved for me. Next to the dining room is a large kitchen.

To the right of the hall are various smaller spaces, each several times larger than my bedroom, including a meeting room, game room, media room, library, lounge, and restrooms. Oh! By the way, the restrooms here are unisex.

Further inside the hall is a cave-like space, but it's divided into inner and outer levels. The outer layer consists of caves excavated layer by layer along the mountain's contours, each containing an independent small space, much like an apartment unit in a city housing complex. Each outward-facing opening functions like a balcony or window. Each space is inhabited by a beautiful woman, Nenli being one of them. This entire mountain only has 200 such spaces, clearly intended for the original number of Flower Ninjas. My other space is much larger, occupying one-tenth of the mountain; otherwise, there could be many more smaller spaces. Presumably, this mountain belongs to me and Flower Ninjas.

The other beautiful women reside in the surrounding mountains, in grand mansions, lakeside villas, and in numerous underground spaces.

The inner layers of the mountain, deep within its belly, are clearly important and confidential locations, such as communication command and control centers, laboratories, manufacturing and assembly workshops, power rooms, aircraft docking bays, weapons and equipment depots, and material storage warehouses. Of course, the inner mountain spaces also include living and entertainment areas.

The floor, made of some unknown material, was not only luxurious, opulent, and grand, but also equipped with sensors. This meant that every time someone stepped on it, the effect was immediately reflected on the screens in the monitoring hall, displaying everything from thermally scanned 3D maps to real-time images. Furthermore, the floor concealed numerous elevator shafts, lighting systems, loudspeakers, and even a bar counter and a giant freezer, not to mention fire extinguishing equipment.

As for the many giant paintings hanging on the walls, they were actually giant screens, capable of switching between any desired image according to mood and need—from masterpieces to world landscapes, and even television and movies. It also supported video calls, and I guessed it even had internet access.

Wait a minute! Isn't that long scroll painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"? I've seen this painting at an exhibition at the National Palace Museum in Taipei, and both the Palace Museum in mainland China and the US have a copy, both claiming to be the original. How come there's one here too? And it's embedded behind glass in the wall, in a vacuum state with a suitable temperature. So I posed my question to Huayan.

"Your Majesty! This painting was ordered by Your Majesty to be a key piece in your collection, so Hua Ren has been monitoring it since its creation. Each generation has had a dedicated Hua Ren to oversee its preservation, ensuring its safety until Japan's defeat and Puyi's escape, at which point we replaced it with a fake."

"Oh! Haha! No wonder… I understand. But why not just switch it from the beginning?"

"It was Your Majesty's special instruction! It had to be replaced only after Japan's defeat, because the scroll needed to bear inscriptions, poems, and seals by emperors and renowned figures from various Chinese dynasties."

"I understand!" A masterpiece must be accompanied by a legendary story; otherwise, it's just a rolled-up painting. "So, many of the paintings, calligraphy, and antiques in the Flower Palace are genuine?"

"Yes! This was all Your Majesty's special order! Otherwise, many legendary and precious items would have become victims of war and chaos."

"So, the jade in my room is… is…" I felt a little breathless.

"Yes! It is the He Shi Bi. Your Majesty."

"Heavens!" That is the most legendary and famous jade in Chinese history, revered as a "priceless treasure" and a "treasure known throughout the world," also known as the He Shi Bi, Jing Yu, Jing Hong, Jing Bi, He Bi, and He Pu. It first appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period, and was fought over by kings and powerful figures of various states. In the ninth year of King Zheng of Qin, it was made into the Imperial Seal of the State. It passed through the Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms, Wei, Jin, and Sixteen Kingdoms period, and was once in the hands of various powerful figures. Later, it was obtained by the Southern Chen Dynasty. After the Sui Dynasty destroyed the Chen Dynasty, Yuwen Huaji killed Emperor Yang of Sui and destroyed the Sui Dynasty. Empress Xiao and the Crown Prince took the Imperial Seal to the Turks. It was not until the fourth year of the Zhenguan era of Emperor Taizong of Tang that it was returned to the Tang Dynasty. During the late Tang and Five Dynasties period, it passed through the hands of Zhu Wen of the Later Liang Dynasty and Li Cunxu of the Later Tang Dynasty. In 936 AD, Shi Jingtang sold out the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun, invited Khitan reinforcements to attack Luoyang, and Li Congke of the Later Tang Dynasty and his concubines took all the imperial items and committed suicide by burning themselves on the Xuanwu Tower. The Imperial Seal of the State, a priceless treasure passed down through generations, mysteriously disappeared, becoming an enduring mystery in Chinese archaeology. From the Song Dynasty onward, countless so-called Imperial Seals of the State have been flaunted throughout the world, but the true Imperial Seal made from the He Shi Bi jade has never reappeared. To think it's here!

I'm utterly shocked!

But thinking about it, I calmed down; it must be the result of "my" instructions. Yes, if "I" hadn't asked Hua Ren to pay special attention, it might have been burned in the Xuanwu Tower. Even if it hadn't been burned, could the He Shi Bi jade, with its many vicissitudes, have escaped the repeated wars and man-made disasters of the Northern Song, Jin, Yuan, Ming, Qing, and the Eight-Nation Alliance? Not to mention the warlord conflicts, the partitioning and plundering by foreign powers, and the Japanese invasion of China, which caused countless Chinese national treasures to be lost overseas. Oh! Oh, right, there was also the massive nationwide Cultural Revolution movement of "Destroying the Four Olds" on the mainland, which caused far more damage than Qin Shi Huang's "Burning of Books and Burying of Scholars," and was more severe and thorough than any war or disaster—a true catastrophe for Chinese civilization! Just thinking about it is heartbreaking! (Deeply saddened!)

I wonder how many of the things my Hua Rens can salvage?

Those things in my room, preserved and collected using special methods, must be priceless treasures! There are nine bronze tripods, vacuum-sealed; judging from their shape, patterns, and inscriptions, they seem to be vessels from an even earlier period than the Spring and Autumn Period. Could they be the famous "Nine Tripods of China"? I heard they were buried with Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum, how could they be here too? Did "I" send Hua Rens to rob Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum? Impossible!

I'll ask again later! Now, to understand some key points, he asked, "Does the Japanese government know this is the Flower Palace of the Flower Ninja?"

This time, it wasn't Hua Yan who answered, but one of the 37 retired Flower Ninja's beauties, who replied, "Your Excellency! The Japanese government, and even the Emperor, have known this is the private property of the Flower Ninja for a thousand years, but they didn't know it was called the Flower Palace, let alone its secrets."

"Oh! Have they tried to find out the secrets here?"

"Yes, but after witnessing our strength, and with the pressure we exerted, they stopped harassing us."

"How exactly did they deal with it? And what kind of pressure did they exert? Tell me!"

"Yes! Throughout Japanese history, powerful generals have sought to understand the secrets of the Flower Ninja and this place. Whether they launched an open attack or bribed ninjas from other schools to infiltrate, they were all stopped by their predecessors, never to return! Sometimes, the predecessors would even come to teach them a lesson, killing those who refused to listen and persisted! Yet, even so, some still disguised themselves as refugees and mingled with the fleeing crowds, attempting to break in..."

"You also have a zero-tolerance policy?"

"Yes!" The beautiful woman lowered her head uneasily.

"Hmm! Well done! That's how it should be." I affirmed, since they were killing Japanese anyway.

"Yes! Lord!" The Flower Ninja beauties present, clearly much more relaxed, all bowed in response. However, this did not include Hua Xiu, who continued to serve my precious darling with complete focus. "Hmm

... Hua Yan, take your people back to work first, and let me know if anything comes up!"

"Yes, Lord!" Hua Yan bowed, then led Hua Hua and the others onto the hoverboard and flew back to the command center in the mountainside to continue overseeing liaison and information exchange.

Of the remaining 37 retired flower ninjas, one respectfully asked, "My lord! It's almost midnight. You must be hungry. Would you like some midnight snacks before resting?"

"Hmm... I think I have cooking utensils and ingredients in my room?" I noticed that 50 beautiful women had already arrived outside my residence, kneeling and waiting in the passageway. My residence was not only large and complete, possessing everything, but also extremely luxurious, exuding an air of extravagance. One room was entirely made of amber, gold, silver foil, diamonds, and various gemstones. I wondered if it was the "Amber Room," looted and disappeared by the Nazis, hailed as the "Eighth Wonder of the World," but here it was just ordinary decoration.

"Yes! My lord..."

I interrupted her further rambling, "Then let's go back to the room and talk!"

"Yes, my lord!"

I adjusted Hua Xiu's position, allowing her to formally enter my large treasure, so that Hua Xiu's lower body wouldn't keep swaying in front of me. I then hopped onto the easy-to-use hoverboard and flew towards the back of the hall, which led to the cave entrance.

The cave was vast, and the smooth, mirror-like walls appeared to have been treated with high-temperature melting. The stone walls now resembled glass, jade, and ceramic, as I couldn't detect any traces of plastering or pasting. This meant that the entire cave, the entire Flower Palace cave, and all the walls of the underground world were like this. Moreover, the walls were adorned with exquisite works of art—reliefs, sculptures, and paintings created using mineral processing and mixing to produce vibrant, dazzling colors. They looked like the work of a divine being, something straight out of a mythical fairyland. Occasionally

, there were also markings, symbols, Chinese characters, and other symbols on the walls, depending on the need and level of secrecy. This massive undertaking and creation could only be described as a "miracle."

It was clearly man-made, but I wondered if it was done with alien tools or simply through supernatural abilities like fire manipulation? It also required skillful manipulation of minerals; otherwise, the dazzling array of colors wouldn't have been possible.

Many paintings and sculptures are incredibly detailed, down to the finest hair, seemingly pushing the boundaries of micro-technology. The walls, ceilings, and even the floor are spotless – is this due to nanotechnology or excellent sanitation?

Perhaps both. The dust index in the air is extremely low; the dust we brought in was quickly sucked away by the ubiquitous "vacuum vents." Even the water vapor and temperature in the air are kept refreshingly cool and comfortable, without any stuffiness. The stone walls,

melted at high temperatures, fused with various materials, and then cooled under high pressure, clearly possess high strength and heat resistance. Their extreme density prevents water seepage, and it seems no measures were taken to prevent thermal expansion and contraction. The entire cave system, large and small, is a single, integrated unit, thus possessing strong earthquake resistance, especially considering this is Japan, a region known for its highly unstable tectonic plates.

As I flew into the huge, spacious elevator on my hoverboard, I couldn't help but ask, "These hoverboards are so convenient, why do we need an elevator?"

"Your Excellency! These hoverboards aren't real flying machines; they can only glide at a certain height close to objects. The elevator is there to make the cave dwellings look more like human residences, and it's also very convenient for moving things. If we used flying machines for everything, it wouldn't be very convenient..."

"Hmm..." I could imagine that if the Flower Palace had a gathering of five hundred people, each with their own flying machine, it would be at least as big as my "Anywhere Bed," if not huge! Five hundred of them gathered together would be incredibly spectacular and terrifying! Of course, the Flower Palace also has smaller flying machines, the kind you wear as a flying combat suit, but they're a bit cumbersome to put on and take off. Unlike the hoverboards, which you can hop on and off at will, and are very easy to control. The elevator in my Flower Palace is actually a modified flying machine; it doesn't have cables or anything like that. In the net-like underground world, it can not only move up and down, but also fly left, right, forward, and backward until it reaches its destination—fast and convenient.

One of the retired flower ninjas selected my floor on the electronic map screen in the elevator. After confirming, the elevator immediately started moving, climbing approximately 35 floors in just two seconds without any noticeable swaying or inertia – clearly equipped with some kind of gravity-magnetic field protection device.

Upon exiting the elevator, I immediately saw a large group of 50 naked beauties kneeling before my door. They had dispersed downstairs and come here; they must all be my maids. Upon seeing me, they immediately bowed and said, "Your servants respectfully welcome Your Majesty!"

"Get up! Why aren't you waiting in the room? Why are you all kneeling here?" I said with feigned tenderness.

The women were taken aback, unsure how to respond, but they seemed quite happy. Clearly, I was an approachable and easy-to-serve person, which put their minds at ease.

Another retired flower ninja introduced me. "My Lord! These are your maids, 150 in total, divided into three groups of 50 each. This group is the 'Beautiful Flower Group,' serving you for one day. The other two groups are the 'Exotic Flower Group' and the 'Wonderful Flower Group.' Their job is..."

I interrupted, "I understand. They can fulfill any of my needs, right?"

"Yes! Making my Lord happy is the wish of every servant in the Flower Palace!"

I smiled and nodded, taking a step forward. Immediately, two of the front maids quickly rose to open the door for me.

I had already scouted out my living quarters and was mentally prepared, but seeing it with my own eyes still left me stunned and deeply attracted, almost as if I were dreaming!

My living quarters were like a giant home, a secluded villa, and a duplex palace! Tall! Spacious! Numerous! Complex! Luxurious! Magnificent! Grand! Extravagant! Vibrant yet elegant! Comfortable and beautiful! Complete and tidy! Simultaneously, it was shockingly so! Exaggerated to the point of being magical!

First of all, each room is ridiculously tall and spacious. If it weren't for the furniture, it would feel like the dwelling of a giant, spanning fifteen floors, which is why it occupies one-tenth of the mountain's surface. It

contains all sorts of spaces, large and small, in a complex and varied manner, including things that shouldn't be there, such as an observatory, stables, shooting range, mini-arena, pet rooms, nightclubs, a red-light district's Nightingale Street, hair salons, police stations, banks, offices, courtrooms, photography studios, and television studios—it's truly outrageous! As for armories, swimming pools, various sports fields, classrooms, museums, etc., they're not surprising at all. It seems my childish playful and curious nature hasn't been completely extinguished.

Luxurious and opulent, grand and extravagant, are hardly surprising. Gold and jade inlays and gemstone decorations are everywhere; antique paintings and rare treasures are displayed haphazardly; exotic flowers and plants, both familiar and unfamiliar, adorn the space. This abundance extends to places like observatories and stables, making the "Amber Room," considered the "eighth wonder of the world" by many, seem quite ordinary here. Only places like shooting ranges, mini-arenas, nightclubs, Nightingale Street, hair salons, police stations, banks, offices, courtrooms, photography studios, and television studios, perhaps in pursuit of realistic effects and authentic atmosphere, avoid the ostentatious extravagance of the nouveau riche.

The design, layout, and arrangement of each room, the details, the color scheme, the lighting effects, the occasional exaggeration, combined with the children's innocent charm, are simply perfect and exquisite. It's clear that my wishes and ideas are reflected in their meticulous creation; it's both dazzling and elegant, perfectly suited to my taste! I love it!

With the use of various materials, pursuing both the most expensive and the most comfortable, while also paying attention to aesthetic harmony, living in such a residence is extremely comfortable and enjoyable. The beautiful, heavenly environment and furnishings are truly delightful!

Perhaps due to my desires, coupled with my immense wealth and the vastness of this space, my residence is fully equipped with all kinds of facilities, utensils, toys, and luxury goods. What others have, I certainly have here; what I have, others may not have! With so many maids, despite the numerous rooms, the large space, the abundance of belongings, and the many pets, it remains remarkably clean and tidy, with a delightful fragrance. I even suspect that some of the maids might possess some kind of "micro-power" to tidy and clean the rooms.

As for being shockingly absurd, exaggeratedly magical! It's because my enormous bedroom has a square bed that's even more outrageously huge than anything in a fantasy novel, and a huge quilt so exaggerated it could probably cover 201 people at once. The quilt has nine neat rows of long, pocket-like holes, like the nine-bag sack of a beggar elder. Each large sack can accommodate about 20 people sleeping side-by-side, meaning 180 people. Adding the top row of 20, and then me sleeping on top of others (taking up minimal space), that's 201 people. This original design can probably be traced back to me and the original Flower Ninjas. Facing this bed and quilt, I barely suppressed the urge to apply for a Guinness World Record!

I sighed with a strange expression, shook my head, feeling both amused and helpless at my own licentious, absurd, and shameless behavior, while simultaneously experiencing excitement, joy, pride, and smugness.

Actually, my dwelling, my Flower Palace, contains countless other things that could break Guinness World Records. For example, the luxurious beauty of the bathtubs, toilets, and even the bathrooms, and their estimated prices; and the various Gundam mobile suits, like toys, casually arranged, ranging from 3-meter-tall miniature mobile suits to 11-meter-tall giant mobile suits, totaling 12 units. In addition, 196 unique mobile suits are located in the residences of the various Flower Ninjas, and 10 are under construction and assembly in an underground laboratory, overseen by two of the four alien beauties, whose assistants were among the beauties who had greeted them in the plaza earlier. The various equipment and weapons on the mobile suits are clearly real, but these cool and dazzling war kings and destructive weapons are here treated as high-end toys and luxurious decorations. In the outside world, any one of their technologies would be something that countries would fight tooth and nail to acquire.

In fact, in my opinion, these extremely cool and dazzling mobile suits are quite useless; their convenience and comfort are far inferior to my "Anywhere Bed." If I wanted, I could make my "Anywhere Bed" even more powerful and abnormal. Moreover, the melee weapons of these mobile suits are utterly boring! I probably built it just for fun, to fulfill my childhood dream of owning a cool Gundam! To be honest, Japanese Gundam models look pretty cool and stylish in a room, like the collection in my toy room on Yangmingshan.

At this moment, Hana, who was clinging to me, was so relaxed that I simply threw her onto the soft, giant bed and went over to touch the silver-white mobile suit's arm and weapons beside the bed.

The closest retired ninja following behind quickly explained, “My lord, this Gundam mobile suit was built according to your specifications. It’s the ‘GD-C5’, 7 meters tall, made of super alloy, weighing 9.6 tons. It can be piloted and can also move independently. Its internal intelligent system can receive commands from the ‘Micro-Intelligence’ on your arm. Its power source is the same as the ‘Any Bed’s’—an atomic reactor. Its thrust reaches 14,500 kilometres, equivalent to 520 million horsepower on Earth. Its top speed can reach sub-light speed. Compared to the ‘Any Bed’, it has more melee weapons: the Wave Blade and the Laser Sword. It doesn’t have many of the exaggerated abilities and world-destroying weapons of the Gundams in anime because our alien friends have forbidden the transfer of that kind of technology. They say that kind of technology is used in interstellar warfare, equipped on interstellar warships and ultimate weapons…”

“Oh! I understand, you explained it very well!” I wasn’t unhappy that the “Gundam” in front of me didn’t meet my requirements. It was already pretty good. It’s a pity my “Micro-Intelligence” is damaged. Right! They can repair it. I jumped off the hoverboard, touched her jade-like face, and smiled, "Very beautiful too." My large member was still erect and imposing.

The beauty before me was immediately filled with shyness and joy: "This servant, Yuriko, thanks Your Majesty for the compliment!" Not only did she allow me to touch her, but she also moved closer and closer, finally pressing herself against me.

I took off my armband and threw it to a maid, instructing her to take it to be repaired. Then, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and hooked my neck around her neck. Yuriko immediately leaped up lightly and clung to me, her two long, beautiful legs, unlike the thick, muscular legs of Japanese women, tightly wrapped around my waist. She breathed sweetly and kissed my face, finally resting on my lips, passionate and intense, completely ignoring the presence of anyone else. At the same time, her two delicate buttocks, which I held, slowly sank down, and after touching my large member, they began to slowly rotate and rub. The overflowing spring of spring water caused her white, jade-like petals and tender buds to quietly bloom, welcoming me, this uninvited guest, like a mad bee and a butterfly.

I also began to drill my way in without ceremony, starting the work of drilling the oil well. Above, I gazed longingly at the trembling, swaying White Rabbit candy before me. I took one of the pink, tender candies into my mouth, soft yet chewy, gradually hardening. It was very satisfying, especially with her natural fragrance, making it irresistible. I held it tightly, unable to tear myself away. No part of her resembled a woman over 40; she was like a young, beautiful girl, mature and voluptuous, exuding charm, perhaps lacking only the radiance of a man's touch.

"Ah—" Hua Bin's cry of pain, my own pleasure, all erupted as my large penis broke through that membrane, singing the joyful song of intercourse.

Then, without any mercy, I thrust forward, riding her with abandon, knowing that as a former virgin, she could withstand my stormy passion. Since I still needed to visit the other rooms, I didn't waste time, moving as I went, each step a stagger, utterly satisfied.

Not only were there a group of beautiful women following closely behind me, but several maids were also filming me with DV cameras. Judging from their skillful movements, the angles they chose, the coordination from all sides, and the close-ups of key details, I knew they were very professional, at least well-trained.

I knew I was in luck! Extremely lucky!

Just as we reached the adjacent bathhouse, Yuriko began to belt out a high-pitched climax, her whole body convulsing and trembling violently, yet she clung to me tightly, as if unafraid of my long, thick member piercing her body.

After a long while, she calmed down, becoming limp and weak, her legs already splayed. If I hadn't been supporting her hips and waist, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Perhaps it was the grief of losing my uncle, the frustration of setbacks, and a man's strong possessiveness that gave me the urge to indulge myself and lose control. So I particularly wanted to indulge in a wild, unrestrained revelry, and with so many objects before me to freely pluck and release my pent-up desires, I naturally wouldn't hold back, and had no thought of chivalry whatsoever. I had just put Yuriko down on the carpet when I summoned a retired flower ninja who was nearby.

Everything seemed so natural, logical, and reasonable. Immediately, another beautiful woman, overjoyed and excited, leaped into my arms, clinging to me with practiced ease, as if she'd trained countless times. In the interim, two other beautiful women rushed to my left and right, quickly grasping my manhood. One soft, moist mouth took it into her mouth, giving it a "cleaning" treatment. These two women nearly bumped heads; one was my maid, apparently in charge of the cleaning, and the other was a retired flower ninja, trying to curry favor—understandable.

I didn't have time to pay attention to who had grabbed my manhood first for oral sex; I was already passionately kissing the woman on top of me.

Oh—another mouth began to caress my testicles, their smooth little hands stroking my genitals, giving me incredible pleasure!

Oh—and that wasn't all! Two more retired flower ninjas joined the game from behind, licking my buttocks—it felt amazing! I felt my genitals, after the flower ninjas' previous pampering, were now much more sensitive. "They won't lick my anus, will they?"

Sure enough! They slowly approached, about to lick it, when I quickly stopped them. I didn't want to... well, you know, before I even had a proper kiss with them. But this stimulation made me feel the urge

to defecate. Now that I was in the bathroom, it was a good time to relieve myself; I hadn't done so all day. I said, "Make way, I need to use the restroom!" The women immediately stopped working, but instead of moving aside, several joined in, lifting me and the women on top of me towards the platinum toilet studded with various gems.

Then I was comfortably placed on the prepared toilet, but the women showed no sign of leaving. They surrounded me, some massaging me, some patting my back, and many more sexually harassing me, using their breasts, their mouths, their delicate genitals on my head, hands, and feet. Another maid was sucking on my penis, seemingly unwilling to let go. Of course, one needs to urinate; she wouldn't want to become my toilet and drink my urine, would she?

I tried to push her away but couldn't. It seemed she was determined; was this her "job"? Ugh! I laughed and scolded, "I won't kiss you like that!"

The maid immediately released my large member, smiled shyly and happily, and tried to help me put it into the toilet. However, because it was so long and erect, she failed several times. I, like a child who had successfully tricked someone, was extremely pleased and happy! Finally, I cooperated and moved my buttocks back a little, finally managing to put my large member into the toilet.

This toilet was not only extremely luxuriously decorated, but its design and construction clearly took my physical characteristics into account, so my super-long and thick member wouldn't touch the toilet bowl or the water. The backrest was also very comfortable; I could even sleep leaning against it. The

maid was still filming, but now ten maids were standing nearby carrying fruit, wine, drinks, towels, toys, and other items.

Because the toilet had an air intake system, and the vents were filled with fragrant aromas, mixed with the natural scents and perfumes of the beautiful women around me, I ordered a glass of red wine, hoping to get a good drink. But the beautiful woman straddling me snatched it away, took a sip, and then brought it to my mouth. So this is how you drink wine! Great! I like it!

Oh! It feels so good and delicious! It feels so good to poop! I'm drinking fragrant wine here, surrounded by such comfortable service! And savoring the fragrance of these women, even gods wouldn't feel like they're in heaven!

"Your servant Meizi! Please, Your Majesty, enjoy this!" Meizi said, reaching behind me to grab my large, still-urinating member and rubbing it against her vulva, gradually lowering her beautiful buttocks while massaging my face with one of her large breasts.

As the large penis fully penetrated the deepest part of the flower bud, the surrounding walls and ceiling screens displayed a 360-degree panoramic view of the Pacific island scenery: blue sea and sky, white floating clouds, waves and beaches, green coconut leaves and tropical plants on the island, plus the surrounding naked female bodies—it was truly a beautiful and enchanting scene!

Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the effect of the sight, I truly temporarily cast aside all my depression, worries, and sadness, indulging in this wonderful and joyful paradise, reveling to the fullest.

I even ignored the midnight chime.

It wasn't until Miko also gave in and Sakura took her place that I realized I was sitting on the toilet, but it was already over, and I had been cleaned up by the intelligent toilet. Feeling

relaxed and refreshed, I said to the maid holding what looked like a remote control, "Can I change the scenery?"

"Yes! Please give your command, Your Majesty!"

"Huangshan Cloud Sea, please!" Actually, I wanted to test the storage capacity and richness of the image database.

"Yes!" the maid said directly to the wall, "Please bring up the Huangshan Cloud Sea." Immediately, several options appeared on the screen: winter, summer, sunrise, and sunset views of the Huangshan Cloud Sea for me to choose from. The remote control-like device clearly had another purpose.

"Summer!" The Pacific Ocean scenery instantly changed to the ethereal Huangshan Cloud Sea—truly magnificent! Although I'd never been to Huangshan, I now felt as if I were there; it was so beautiful!

With a sigh, I picked up Sakura and continued my "day trip."

The toy room was huge, like a gymnasium, with an incredible number of toys, leaving me in awe. It didn't feel like a toy room, but rather a toy warehouse or a toy exhibition hall.

I tried playing with these beauties on the swings and trampolines for the first time and immediately fell in love with the activity.

In high spirits, I played with them endlessly, and ended up having five more encounters on the swings and trampolines: Sominko, Michiko, Sakiko, Kanako, and Umeko. However, this super exciting and fun sport requires extreme caution. It demands excellent control, physical fitness, and most importantly, a skilled female partner. Ordinary women aren't suited for this kind of activity; otherwise, extreme pleasure can lead to tragedy – at best a broken back or leg, at worst, a vegetative state.

But I thoroughly enjoyed it, especially on the trampoline. Jumping high into the air, I performed all sorts of funny and exaggerated poses and movements, and when I landed heavily, whoever hit the trampoline first was guaranteed a deep, powerful penetration. This required my "big penis" to endure the torment, and my partner's body to endure the torment as well. Fortunately, both I and the retired female virgins possessed excellent physical fitness and extraordinary skills, so we quickly became adept, creating a variety of moves, coordinating perfectly, complementing each other seamlessly, and creating endless fun.

Was I going too far by deflowering her in such a vigorous sport? Did I have no sense of chivalry at all?

But seeing that they didn't seem to find it unbearable, and quickly adapted, playing with me with great enthusiasm and enjoyment, they even became obsessed with this vigorous activity and wouldn't let go of my arms. Therefore, they played with me longer than Yuriko and Miko. It's clear that while the retired flower ninjas passed on their skills to the next generation, it wasn't complete; they likely retained a small portion for self-defense. Combined with the fact that their skills had become instinctive after two or three decades of practice, these retired flower ninjas must have absorbed and recovered some of their power over time, which explains their still formidable skills.

Finally, I realized the trampoline couldn't withstand our prolonged, intense activity and seemed about to fall apart, so I and Yongwu got off. It was already 1 a.m.

Behind me, Sakura instructed the maid to change the trampoline, while the beauty in my arms had been replaced with Momoko, and I drank the wine she had fed me orally.

Then came the deflowering, the fucking, the forceful rape, and the ravaging of her, because she could endure it. I also enjoy jumping, tumbling, and even flying in the air, moving from room to room while performing various challenging moves and poses, just like on a trampoline. Although it's very tiring, I love it. The sexy and alluring Peach cooperated perfectly, which satisfied me greatly. I fell deeply in love with this beautiful woman, and in the end, I willingly gave her my essence during her climax.

The process involved visiting two spaces: one was a huge study that resembled both an office and a spaceship command center, with a 10-meter-tall, all-black GD-X7 mech in the corner; the other was a spaceship hovering in mid-air, its arrowhead shape somewhat resembling a US F-117, but entirely bright white and reflective, without windows or seams, with two mechs standing beside it, one large and one small, one orange and one dark red, the GD-A3 and GD-M2. Strangely, my true energy couldn't penetrate the spaceship's body to explore its interior, just like those mysterious flying rods. I guessed this was a real alien spaceship. Intrigued by it, I and Peach simultaneously climaxed on this ship. The retired Flower Ninjas didn't know its details either, only that it had been acquired a couple of days ago; for specifics, one might have to ask Flower Sao and Flower Rao.

I wasn't in a hurry, continuing my carefree pleasure. Because there were so many beautiful women, and because of my exceptionally gifted, still-erect penis, I then opened Kaori's bud.

We also visited the Cave of Rare Treasures, admiring the He Shi Bi jade up close. What shocked me again was that my internal energy's probe of the He Shi Bi was like throwing a meat bun to a dog – gone in an instant, just like the atomic reactor in my "Anywhere Bed." However, this He Shi Bi seemed even more powerful, possessing the ability to actively absorb internal energy. If it weren't for the reminders from the retired flower ninjas and the quick withdrawal of my internal energy, it might have completely absorbed it. The beauties couldn't explain why either. Their elders said it had been like this for a long time, so no one dared to disturb it with internal energy afterward. It seems this He Shi Bi jade is indeed extraordinary. Could it really be like the He Shi Bi described in Huang Yi's *Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty*?

Careful examination and repeated study yielded no results. From the beauties, I learned that this flawless white He Shi Bi jade didn't belong to any particular type of jade; any instrument was ineffective against it, either yielding no results or causing the instrument to malfunction. Unable to probe its interior with my true energy, I was so frustrated I wanted to smash it, but doing so would be a waste of this priceless treasure, a national treasure passed down through generations, a "treasure of the world." Frustrated and helpless, I lost all interest in continuing the tour and simply returned to my bedroom.

On the giant bed, I vented my frustration on the retired flower ninjas, because this was something I could control!

So, I got all 37 retired flower ninjas on the bed, those who hadn't yet been deflowered were deflowered, and I thoroughly enjoyed their gentle care, passionate love, and meticulous attention.

I also learned their names: Amiko, Rika, Harunako, Chihiro, Akaneko, Asami, Yuuto, Kaede Mai, Reina, Shiori, Mayuko, Moeko, Yoko, Misa, Myoka, Ayako, Miho, Shizuka, Rie, Yoshimi, Yuuko, Akiko, Ayako, Reina, Miwa, Yoko, Ooka, and Kano.

Who knew that these beauties, having just been deflowered, would ask me to also bestow upon them the pet collars that their predecessors had worn. Of course, I was willing to do so, because these beauties were worthy of wearing them, and this would better reflect the symbolic meaning of my true entry into the Flower Palace.

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