The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 24: Power

Vol 2 Chapter 24: Power

"Foreseeing the future, huh." Mo Wen flipped through the reports.

A future where insect swarms flew alongside the undead, warlords danced with madmen, and all kinds of natural and man-made disasters took turns performing - to him, this felt as familiar as his daily life from the past, yet they had all been crushed.

It was a future that could never come to pass as long as he existed, making it rather meaningless to him.

Noble families and the Demon Race bowed their heads, Abnormal Insects became tools, the Undying Monarch surrendered to him, those strange Transmigrators and reclusive experts actively joined his ranks, even divine beasts and the forces they cultivated served him - the entire Small World had unified under his power.

But compared to the endless darkness beyond the realm, compared to the dangers that could potentially kill him, what did any of this matter?

"Not enough yet."

He had to stimulate everyone's potential, transform those crazy inspirations into reality, make good use of all resources, and push this Small World and its civilization into a state of technological explosion.

He had to exercise power.

He waved his brush.And so, the world moved forward along the trajectory he wrote.

Amid the cheers of countless demon tribes, the Demon Emperor who enjoyed the deep trust of her people publicly executed mad demons who tried to plunge the demon race into eternal damnation, then with the most formal and devout attitude, announced her surrender to the Human Emperor and became part of the dynasty.

A nation's backbone had been completely broken, even the very concept of the demon race had been shattered.

The demons cheered as they abandoned their past and accepted new identities.

Any being with spiritual intelligence would become a subject of the dynasty.

What did it feel like to destroy a civilization that could originally compete with humanity for world dominance, completely erase its traces, and absorb all its citizens?

The strong prey on the weak - just the most normal conquest.

The academy focused on soul technology needed vast quantities of souls and corpses; without samples, they couldn't research the technology.

First came voluntary donations, then using death row prisoners, but it still wasn't enough. So rules were established for voluntarily submitting bones and souls.

Initially, people didn't quite accept this policy.

But when the dead truly returned to life, souls accompanied the living, and bodies could still work independently, all resistance disappeared. This became a change satisfactory to all parties.

As for losses caused by immature technology? This was the price paid for preservation, naturally borne by those who chose to preserve their loved ones - at least better than nothing changing at all.

What did it feel like to rewrite burial traditions and squeeze the last bit of value from the dead?

Times always change, and traditions change along with them.

To create new publicly available techniques surpassing all known methods, he ordered the collection of secret transmissions from various regions, gathering the entire dynasty's wisdom.

Noble families and sects never considered enemies by Mo Wen now trembled under the emperor's majesty. Family interests, sect rules - all proved fragile and vulnerable under the supreme ruler's commands and iron heels.

Of course, they could change nothing. Those who once considered themselves elegant had to contribute labor, those who sold themselves into servitude walked out bewildered from households to return to the dynasty, what little privilege they had completely stripped away.

What did it feel like to destroy these "nobles'" happiness?

The Chenyao Dynasty had been too gentle - such small matters had actually been delayed until today.

Mo Wen felt no psychological pressure whatsoever.

He accelerated the dynasty's transformation.

To better support various regions during disasters, he used his peerless power to directly create plains around the imperial capital, ordering people nationwide to relocate while intelligent machines and the deceased took over local work.

Nostalgia for homeland? Mo Wen didn't care.

To better develop the people's power, universal talent testing, mandatory cultivation with progress targets, construction of numerous educational facilities, increased per capita Spirit Rice distribution, creation of a new economic system centered on spiritual energy crystals "spirit stones."

Collapse of non-spirit stone currency? Mo Wen didn't care.

To ensure mental stability, prevent 'heavenly demons' from exploiting weaknesses, and match spiritual civilization with existing productivity, he constructed Great Matrix of Universal Kindness and Spiritual Tracing in various regions for benevolent suggestions.

Human mental freedom... Mo Wen chose to temporarily abandon part of it.

Many cultivators found no suitable jobs? Then keep cultivating - reach your talent's limit and do some research within your capabilities. Better techniques required superior theories.

Forced forward by the wheels of time, feeling despair, wanting suicide? Diagnosed as "heavenly demon possession," internal energy disorder, inner demons breeding - live near the formation arrays and take more medicine.

Cultivation resources tilted toward geniuses... One high-level genius far surpassed a million ordinary people - wasn't this only natural? To strive for more, demonstrate your strength.

To prove their value, some insufficiently powerful people explored Secret Realms dangerous to them. While they indeed gained something and optimized techniques, deaths occurred... Lower Secret Realm access standards, permit high-risk exploration - people could make their own choices.

People began exploring distant oceans and the rapidly expanding Small World boundaries. Many died during exploration, but gains were substantial... encourage exploration.

Death rates maintained at acceptable levels, social pressure remained controllable, high-talent population showed strong reproductive willingness, public satisfaction was extremely high, civilization development and strength growth proceeded rapidly.

Mo Wen set down his brush. Long Yunshui was right beside him, yawning while eating newly purchased snacks.

Seeing Mo Wen stop, Long Yunshui looked puzzled: "Why stop? Weren't there quite a few reports left to process? Unless..."

They handed the snack to Mo Wen: "Want a bite?"

Mo Wen felt no particular urge to eat, but still accepted and took a taste.

Compared to twenty years ago, this snack's spiritual energy content had increased nearly 120-fold, its primal energy nourishing effects enhanced 40 times, with additional effects of dissolving certain impurities in the body. Yet it wasn't specially supplied to the emperor - it was a poorly selling snack.

Raw materials cultivated in geologically enriched areas combined with spiritual liquid allocation systems, processed through advanced techniques - even mass-produced goods edible as snacks could be considered miraculous elixirs.

Twenty years... Mo Wen never dreamed he could stay alive and kicking in one world for so long.

But he had indeed served as emperor, maintaining a dynasty for twenty years through unprecedented great changes.