Chapter 107: The Sun in Tokyo

Unlike the "simple" style of a few days ago, the floating island sold to Lao Lu had now become unrecognizable even to Su Lin.

Originally there was only one building; now, under the renovation and expansion of the half-breeds, it had become an ancient imperial palace.

The architectural style was classical, blending elements of ancient Greek design, while the interior decoration followed traditional Chinese aesthetics.

They also held a vote in the group chat, ultimately naming the floating island—Dawn.

"Didn't catch him? Normal." Lao Lu wasn't surprised by this outcome; unless actively hunted, Herzog's nature meant he wouldn't show himself until the moment he seized the fruits of victory—he had lain dormant for decades.

But now, this man wasn't worth the effort of a dedicated hunt; if found, deal with him casually; if not, wait until the final reckoning.

"Preparations are complete, and memories are gradually beginning to unseal." Lao Lu walked to the windowsill, gazing at the night sky; tonight there was a Lyrid meteor shower, and occasionally one or two meteors streaked across the heavens.

Su Lin, Weigong Shilang, and Lao Tang sat on stone chairs styled after Nordic design; the seat opposite remained empty, while the grand hall below was filled with representatives of numerous half-breed families—expanded far beyond its original scale.

In just over a month, they had expanded to this extent.

Of them, only the original twenty-two had undergone Dragon Blood Ascension.

Twenty-two "S"-level half-breeds, plus enhanced Spirit Word sequences—this combat power could crush any current faction.

At this moment, they were deploying strategy in the hall, receiving intelligence from around the world.

No matter what topics the figures above discussed, it was none of their business; their sole duty was to transmit the Supreme's will into reality.

"Memories? Looks like your testosterone is still running high," Su Lin said, staring at his tablet.

On screen, the thirteenth episode of Season 3 of Shakugan no Shana was playing: the male lead battled the Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Xia Na atop a colossal black serpent, their opposing goals placing them on opposite sides.

The female lead only needed the male lead to be alive; the male lead sought to reshape the world for her.

The couple dragged the entire world into their fight.

"Agreed," Lao Tang nodded. "I'm genuinely disappointed you turned into this—why did you become a breeding machine?"

Recalling his twenty-odd years as a human—always single, never attracting the opposite sex, finally dragged into a conspiracy—he felt a pang of sorrow.

"Was your grand ideal from a couple days ago just empty talk?" Su Lin removed his Bluetooth earpiece, skipping the ending theme. "For all humanity, you arranged yourself a dozen heroines?"

"By the way, some of those heroines don't seem willing to give you face—they have no intention of coming to Tokyo," Su Lin doused Lao Lu with cold water.

"Human wisdom," Lao Lu said, exuding an air of masterful strategy. "It's enough. They've already kept my past self too occupied to escape."

"Haven't you noticed Japan's recent isolation from the outside world?"

Lao Lu was smug—he felt now was the time to brandish a feather fan.

"If my past self were to intervene directly, it would become a destabilizing factor for world domination; thus, their existence is necessary."

"How much of that do you expect me to believe?" Su Lin propped his chin up, watching the grand orator before him. "For the sake of righteousness, you open a harem? Why not turn into a magical girl instead? The world would surely be at peace, Mingfei-chan."

"I tried. The world wouldn't be at peace."

"..." Su Lin had almost forgotten—this guy had no shame and no bottom.

Lao Lu waved his hand; a 3D virtual projection appeared on the table, showing the heads of several beautiful women—some traveling toward Tokyo from various locations, others already in Tokyo—with a loser's head in the center.

"For now, let him be the male protagonist of a Japanese light novel," Lao Lu enlarged the image of Lu Mingfei. "When he escapes the vortex of romance, everything will end."

"If you mean something like Nisemonogatari," Su Lin clapped. "Then I can only wish you a katana."

"Let me be clear: you two who signed contracts with me will pay a price if you leak information about this," Lao Lu warned, gritting his teeth and staring oddly at Su Lin. "For some reason, I always feel you're a traitor."

"Logically speaking, when it comes to getting paid for a job, I've always upheld contract spirit," Su Lin said solemnly, no longer lazy as before. "I'm sure you and Lu Mingze have both experienced my professionalism."

"Good."

Lao Lu nodded, realizing upon reflection that it was true—though this guy played both sides, he always delivered on what mattered.

"Are you really sure there's no problem?"

It was Weigong Shilang speaking. Even though he was already on the boat, he felt uneasy—participating in world conquest was more unsettling than being randomly dragged into the Holy Grail War.

Though he'd acted on impulse, spurred on by Su Lin's lead and payment, he did look forward to the ideal world Lao Lu described—but how much blood would be spilled in between? Despite Lao Lu's repeated assurances that the plan minimized bloodshed.

"Of course there's no problem," Lao Lu smiled. He knew what Weigong Shilang feared, what he worried about—after Lao Tang told him a man named Weigong Shilang had arrived, he'd revisited the relevant lore.

"Weigong Shilang, do you know the best way for idealists like us to realize our ideals?"

Weigong Shilang shook his head.

"Absolute power."

His golden eyes seemed to churn with Lei Ting, gazing down upon all things from above.

"Crushing opponents with the force of Lei Ting, killing one to warn a hundred—that's hard power. Aiming for the benefit of the overwhelming majority—that's soft power."

Seeing Weigong Shilang about to speak, Lao Lu raised a hand to stop him: "I give humanity resources, grant them longevity, eliminate disease, war, and hunger. I bring advanced technology for civilian use. I won't interfere with their history, culture, or social order—I even open the stars for them to continue advancing."

"Who, under these conditions, would still oppose? Who, still harming society?"

Weigong Shilang pondered—absolute power?

"If I weren't from another world, I'd definitely bring you a Sun Xiaolu—but sadly, I can only give you a chicken leg." Su Lin pulled a chicken leg from the historical projection and tossed it to Lu Mingfei. "Remember to build me a Gundam."

Lao Lu took the chicken leg, bit into it, and grinned: "When it's done, your unicorn will be completed within a year."

After everyone dispersed, Su Lin sat back and rewatched another episode of the anime, then put away his tablet, watching Lao Lu still busy.

"So the harem is just an excuse?"

"No," Lao Lu said without looking up. "I truly want him to stay with those girls forever—they're all good girls."

"I tried it on one timeline—the outcome where he doesn't get caught is possible. These memories are key."

"If they're willing."

Su Lin stood, a smirk on his lips. Speaking of memories, he noticed a blind spot.

"Why is there no sealed memory for Hui Liyi? Did you give it to her yourself?"

Lao Lu paused his actions.

"I never prepared such a thing for her. I don't need to."

"Oh." Su Lin opened a teleportation portal. "I'm going to watch Tokyo Love Story. Call me if you need to work."

(End of Chapter)