Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 660 - 662: Calamity from All Sides, The Building is About to Collapse

Chapter 660 -662: Calamity from All Sides, The Building is About to Collapse

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“Guarantee military power, suppress fate, eliminate the Alien Clan, and return governance to the world.”

“Your Majesty, you must not neglect the court affairs.” The other party was determined to embarrass Qin Muye.

“Your Majesty, it is time to attend the court.” A eunuch spoke with a trace of impatience.

“Never mind, first research the nation’s fate, then see if it’s possible to merge with the Primordial Dragon. As long as that’s successful, nothing else will be a problem.”

“Not going.” Qin Muye dismissed the suggestion offhandedly.

“First, we need to suppress the imminent large-scale rebellion within the Great Qian’s borders, then deal with internal issues before we can mount an expedition against the barbaric tribes. Use these Alien Clans to start building a framework for the Primordial Dragon to enhance the nation’s fate.”

“And then there’s the extraordinary power… sigh~” Qin Muye heaved a sigh. This world was of the 9th Energy Level, but the Human Clan had no extraordinary power at all, while the Alien Clan possessed all manner of strange powers, though somewhat hamstrung by the pressure of the nation’s fate.

“The plan is pretty good, except that it’s me who has to do all the work.”

“The noble families are easy to deal with, but the subsequent impact might be troublesome.”

“Luckily, I don’t follow their rhythm.”

“The ‘Yi’ are the merfolk, ‘Rong’ are the elves, ‘Man’ are the green-skinned Beastmen, ‘Di’ are Ogres… what kind of godforsaken world is this, with Night Demons, Ghouls, human-faced rats, Snake-men, and more, oh my, what a plethora of species.”

“Blab one more nonsense and I’ll send you straight to your grave.” Qin Muye felt that since he had already said he wouldn’t go, and they were still not giving him face, then he certainly didn’t need to give them face either.

“Creation of the Primordial Dragon Technique, just what I needed. As long as I use these Alien Clans to create the Primordial Dragon, then when it merges with the nation’s fate of Great Qian, 9th Energy Level? I’ll suppress them all.”

According to their thoughts, normally Emperor Qian would be planning to consolidate power. They scorned this idea, but things turned out to be completely different from what they had imagined. So, how should they report back to the Grand Secretary? Should they just say they were daydreaming? Then how would they receive their rewards?

After all, they were not here to protect the newly ascended Emperor Qian but to surveil him. Therefore, they couldn’t understand why Qin Muye would suddenly just sit there and space out.

However, compared to the Spirit Monster, it was still a significant gap, because nowadays the Spirit Monster was of the 8th Energy Level. So, relying on Mimicry to blend in among these Alien Clans was very simple.

In addition, widespread corruption prevailed above and below, most capable men in the military were gone, power was all in the hands of the incompetent.

Beyond the scholars, there were clan elders, village chiefs, etc., all exerting corresponding influence. If not for the Great Qian dynasty’s legitimate flag still up, it would have been chilled long ago.

The intelligence indicated that the Alien Clans held high positions, already enslaving all humankind in another way.

On the surface, there seemed to be no problems, but according to the information collected by the Spirit Monsters, Great Qian was actually in a state akin to the final years of a dynasty.

Playing against the headwind, there’s no need to engage with their so-called public opinion or righteousness. Just kill them, and everything that follows is simple.

The Grand Canal, that’s the means to destroy this flag. In this process, there’s rampant extortion, forced labor, and so on, just waiting for a tipping point to rebel.

Once he takes back the power, he’ll start by dealing with the eunuchs, letting them know, not only testicles can be cut off, heads can be too.

In response, Qin Muye indicated they could go and complain wherever they liked.

Then exchanging glances, better to stay obedient.

And if you say they were forced into it, well, Qin Muye was forced into it too, wasn’t he? Why should he inherit the mess left by the previous ruler? He was not the real Emperor of the Qian Dynasty, just a temp worker called in to fix issues.

Rebel? Let them rebel however they like, Qin Muye thought even giving them a glance would be conceding defeat.

Gradually, these groups came together to form the noble families, the most important of which was that no one discovered the true face of these Alien Clans, not knowing whether it was their excellent disguises or innate uniqueness.

As it stands, these Alien Clan noble families are likely just for show, the real masterminds are definitely the 9th Energy Level behind the curtain, and most likely those who’ve invaded from other worlds.

Watching the think tank provide Qin Muye with very simple turnkey services, in summary, it was about reform and execution.

But as the power of Great Qian declined, its fate that suppressed them also gradually weakened.

Alas, only verbal resignations were spoken; not one actually took flight.

It is easy to imagine how troublesome it would be for Qin Muye to deal with all the lingering issues left by the Alien Clan families throughout Great Qian.

The guards at the entrance glanced at Qin Muye, seemingly contemplating how they should handle the situation next.

From the looks of it, the situation was just waiting for a slight push before flames of war would erupt everywhere.

Even though they had never shown their own power, the Alien Clan families controlled both public opinion and development. Whatever they said went; they suppressed technology, continuously promoted the development of stereotyped writing, and covertly used economic and political means to oppress industry and agriculture in every state and county.

Qin Muye sized up the eunuch, then waved him over.

After searching, Qin Muye quickly found the Dharma Door that would break the situation. In the Weird Universe, the Ancient Human Race, even with their mortal bodies, had managed to suppress and contain a large number of Abnormalities. Qin Muye might not be able to do such outrageous things, but he had technology on his side.

Looking at the intelligence reports, Qin Muye indeed felt very helpless, and moreover, these creatures seemed to appear out of nowhere; at least during the previous dynasty and even during the reign of the founding ancestors, these creatures did not exist.

Qin Muye found a place to sit down and began his own plan.

Murder was relatively easy—he might not excel in it, but slapping the Alien Clan to death was simple. Yet, reform was not that easy.

So, for Qin Muye to take action, even this eunuch, who truly lacked Eye Power and dared to offend his master as part of a group depending on imperial power, had to be dealt with.

His mission was to restore the legitimate rule of the Great Qian dynasty, which meant anyone who rebelled was directly classified as the enemy and would enjoy the same treatment as the Alien Clan families.

Besides, he was not a real Puppet Emperor; these creatures wouldn’t be jumping around for much longer.

He had only ascended to the position two days ago, and the maids and eunuchs both inside and outside the Imperial Palace had already pledged allegiance to the Alien Clan families, showing him no respect at all.

He knew one thing: without enough military force in hand, any political decree would be useless.

Pestilence, diseases—just pick any one of them.

During the late Eastern Han dynasty, Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu became the two largest lords in a time of chaos, just by virtue of their lineage of four generations of high officials. If only they had heeded some advice, the ensuing affairs of Cao, Liu, and Sun would not have happened.

Qin Muye actually did not object to the construction of the Grand Canal. However, now that the mess had landed on him, it was certainly infuriating.

If someone had thought of moving against Qin Muye before, they might have dared, but after seeing him slap away a eunuch, they no longer dared. With their daily indulgence in eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling having eroded their health, if they were also slapped, they would lose all face.

It was precisely this reason that caused the Great Qian Country’s fortune to weaken to such an extent, yet they managed the situation so well that although Great Qian was weakened, it was not enough to cause widespread rebellion.

Once Great Qian’s national fortune collapsed, it would truly be a world overrun by demons.

The harbinger was already in place; the previous Emperor Qian had been coaxed by these Alien Clan families into constructing the North-South Grand Canal, and now that it had been successfully built, it was indeed a project worthy of eternal merit—only the methods and timing were wrong.

The approach was like boiling frogs in warm water, weakening it bit by bit until it became an empty shell that could be toppled with a gentle push.

In a word, all the scholars in the world were from these Alien Clan families.

The eunuch, covering his face, scrambled up and left without a word, seemingly intending to lodge a complaint.

These Alien Clan members looked strong, but when compared to the All World Protector Organization, there was still a significant gap; at least the Spirit Monsters from the AWPO couldn’t infiltrate their ranks.

The eunuch was puzzled, but instinctively approached, after which Qin Muye slapped him so fiercely that the man spun several times, seeing stars.

Normally, such projects should be completed over the course of several generations, yet they were rushed through by those eager for quick success, resulting in public outrage.

Attend court? What court was there to attend when he had already received intelligence from the Spirit Monsters that not a soul was present in the Golden Throne Hall, designed to embarrass him?

As for how to resolve the matter of the rebellion? That was simple too—just send these people off to their final journey.

Weren’t they all talking about resigning yesterday? Even those who didn’t resign out of fear of the great clans were all claiming illness.

As a temporary worker, why should he do anything beyond his duties? Do well and there’s no reward, but if it affected his primary work, wouldn’t it be a loss not worth the gain?