Chapter 343

Inside the ruined palace.

Lin An propped his chin on one hand, his gaze thoughtful as he sat on the throne, casually stepping on a little dwarf beneath his feet.

Corpse fragments littered the ground, and the splendid palace adorned with gold and jewels had utterly become a slaughterhouse.

The travel rat stood respectfully beside him, the excitement in its heart still not calmed even now.

He stared blankly at what lay beneath him, or rather, at the over a hundred nobles kneeling beneath Lin An's feet.

Each was a lofty dignitary, each a high official who held sway over a domain of power.

For now, they can only kneel.

Not long ago, any one of them could have taken his life with a single word.

The so-called leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, in their eyes, was no more than a dog not even worthy of a glance.

But now.

No matter how you count it, they are kneeling beneath my travel rat's feet!

I! I guessed right!

Extreme ecstasy filled his chest.

The travel rat, from the depths of its heart, gazed reverently at Lin An on the throne.

Too strong, too terrifying.

Even if it was only a brief display of strength, the ability Lin An displayed had already overturned his understanding.

Unmatched, unstoppable.

Or rather, like a deity.

If Lin An's earlier methods were merely hard to comprehend, then just now that scene left him feeling his soul shaken.

In a world of only technology, Lin An, who possessed extraordinary power, could indeed be considered a deity from a certain perspective.

In his celestial form, he has all the time he needs if he wishes.

At speeds beyond the sound barrier, no weapon can threaten him.

With his telekinesis, even heavy weapons are just explosives he can detonate anytime.

If Lin An wishes.

He can take on a million‑strong army alone, and in his fury, bodies will pile up for a thousand miles!

This is the transformation that supernatural power brings!

Among the hundred kneeling nobles, Mark wears a bitter expression, his head bowed low, dreading Lin An's notice.

Damn it, no wonder Lin An couldn't care less about Troy.

Actually, he was never the Troy envoy at all.

As for the original envoy, you could figure out his whereabouts with your toes.

He's probably been sent packing like fireworks.

These people.

Or where did these monsters come from?

He couldn't help but remember what Lin An said at the restaurant.

One nuke that could wipe out an entire safe zone?

Looks like you're talking about yourself.

Speak up! I'll definitely suck up and cling to your leg!

Wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.

Feeling the oppressive aura from above and the nobles around him trembling.

He can only hope Lin An will brush him off like a trivial annoyance.

The only silver lining is that he never uttered a disrespectful word.

Phew, phew.

I've always been careful, swallowing any sarcastic remarks.

What rotten luck!

General Mark couldn't stop his thoughts from racing, his face alternating between regret and sorrow.

If I had been a little more friendly, would I now be standing at the throne's side?

He could see that the lemming was just a nobody from Bolaka City, his trembling excitement shaking him like a sieve.

Worthless!

Even if he were standing next to Lin An, he'd likely be just as excited.

One beneath, ten thousand above!

No surprise—if Lin An aims to dominate the whole safe zone.

That lecherous lemming beside him will shoot to the top in one go!

Remembering Lin An's strange aura and how he went straight for the attack upon meeting...

Damn it!

These nonhumans definitely haven't been in Bolaka for only a few days! That small guy next to them must be someone they just met! Or perhaps he's a true Bolakan native!

Damn!

Why didn't I send a few more lolis back then!

Oddly, Mark recalled the gift he'd given when he first tried to win favor.

The lord on that throne must be into this kind of thing, right?

According to the attendant, the gift had indeed been delivered inside.

Ah...

If I were a bit smarter, could I have patched things up earlier?

My regret feels like a cat's claws scratching at my heart.

As the garrison commander of a force, he knows that serving under someone like Lin An would promise a brilliant future.

With that kind of strength, sweeping the world would be effortless.

While Mark, the bearded colonel, was lost in thought, heavy footsteps came from outside the shop.

"Lin Dui, I damn well haven't had my fill of killing yet."

"Who is that little guy under your feet?"

"How does he look so lewd?"

The rich, almost tangible smell of blood pierced everyone's nostrils.

The crowd kneeling on the ground dared not look back, dared not see how horrific the scene behind them was.

Like raindrops, the dripping water made a pattering sound.

That was the blood from the black bear, the blood of the rebels.

Xiong Hanzi's loud voice broke Lin An's train of thought.

Beneath his feet, the short, trembling man strained to lift his head, wearing a fawning expression as he whispered back to the doubtful black bear:

"Great... sir."

"I am Bolaka..."

???!

Zhang Tie widened his bear eyes, staring oddly at the short man.

Gao Tian, standing on Lin An's other side, returned earlier than Xiong Hanzi.

He likewise gave Xiong Hanzi a strange look and nodded, indicating that the man beneath Lin An's feet was the feared and rumored tall, brave Emperor Bolaka.

Upon the throne, Lin An remained silent, as if pondering something.

The short man beneath his feet was indeed Bolaka, which he had verified with the kneeling high nobles.

He also caught this 'rat' from the underground layers of protection.

Although it seemed strange, upon reflection it made perfect sense.

In external propaganda, Bolaka claimed to be the Great Emperor, unmatched in martial prowess, and liked to fight wearing huge armor.

But this did not match what Lin An saw.

Someone who keeps his whereabouts secret and would love to fill the palace with a hundred thousand troops to protect himself is obviously a coward.

Only when Lin An caught this little rat did he understand the reason.

The armored Bolaka who usually meets nobles and external forces is merely a stand-in, meant to create Bolaka's image.

The real Bolaka is a short person, a psychologically twisted little person.

He had once been a researcher at the Military Region; after the other base senior members died, he became the sole Survivors with control of the base.

Therefore, it's not surprising that he could become Bolaka's ruler.

Abnormally afraid of death, timid as a mouse, yet greedy for wealth and lust.

Thus, creating a puppet Bolaka is not surprising either.

This also explains why the 'brave' Emperor Bolaka built the Bolaka Safe Zone leaning toward commerce.

In the deathly silent palace, only heavy breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

Everyone was waiting for Lin An's judgment.

Moments later, upon the throne.

"Zhang Tie, you stay up there and have them produce a plan to control Bolaka within an hour."

"Rebels, kill them outright."

"Lemming, go bring Anna over, if she's awake."

Having spoken, Lin An slowly rose, using telekinesis to control Emperor Bolaka as he walked toward the blown-open underground base.

Gao Tian followed closely behind, his eyes flickering.

Among the nobles prostrate beneath the throne, none dared to move, and each had the same thought flash through their mind.

Bolaka.

The heavens are likely to change.

Or rather.

This world.