Chapter 347: Controlling the World

A silver giant dragon spanned the sky; it extended a bronze left claw that differed from its body's color, and like a deity summoned a formation that stretched across all of Wyoming.

The blue barrier that surged upward resembled a massive inverted bowl on the ground, isolating the entire state from the outside world.

Naimi Xisi floated silently in the sky, admiring the great masterpiece it had created.

He kept pondering how to turn this 1983 Earth into his own domain. It was not arrogance, but his current power truly made it possible.

At first, he only considered using violent Mind Power to control the leaders of nations, to achieve the goal of pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

But he soon rejected that plan.

Life, at its birth, follows three steps to exist in this world—feeding, reproducing, evolving.

But once they develop intelligence, everything changes.

Intelligence is a poisonous fruit bestowed by the gods upon mortals; it opens the path for mortals to ascend, yet also unravels the essence of mortal chaos.

Controlling world leaders to seize the world sounds simple, but in reality it is a plan riddled with loopholes.

The entire Earth is a massive civilization of 7 billion humans, and those heads can control everything only because the civilization as a whole grants them that right.

But Naimi Xisi is different; he is an other—an intruder from another world, not even the same species as humanity.

Unless he is confident he can forever hide his existence in shadows, the day he is exposed will be the day humanity awakens and rebels against him.

The comprador class can never forever steer the direction of an entire civilization.

So after discarding that plan, he began to contemplate alternatives.

It is undeniable that, possessing power above human society, dark thoughts arose in his mind.

Perhaps he could use intrigue, use might, and dominate the whole world?

That is not impossible to achieve.

The eruption of the Yellowstone Supervolcano gave him inspiration; he could fully employ powerful Divination spells to locate the weak points in the fissures among the seven continental plates, and with sea‑deep mana trigger them to cause apocalyptic catastrophes. He might not have been able to do it before the soul gem awakened, but now he is certain it is within his capability.

Using such terrifying means to force humanity to acknowledge him as the controller of geological disasters is only the first step; he could even weaponize the climate with spells, creating a tunable "magical El Niño phenomenon."

He could easily make Africa drought‑stricken, its crops fail, while the nations that submit to him enjoy bountiful weather and booming production. Food is forever the best tool to control humanity.

He could also create opposing factions and act as arbiter, using beguiling control spells to plunge most countries on Earth into relentless war, plunging everything into chaos, causing death‑ridden humanity to plead for his rule.

These thoughts sprouted in Naimi Xisi's mind like mushrooms after rain.

But after sighing, Juan Ce Long ultimately abandoned those ideas. In the end, he is not a purely evil dragon; he cannot, for his own benefit, plunge the whole world into apocalypse.

Not to mention this is Shiyi's hometown, and although Ya Se Lie Ke did not state it, Naimi Xisi can guess that this lucky girl is probably truly the beloved chosen by Wei Ke Na within the seal—a selected one.

Regardless, Naimi Xisi does not intend to use iron‑fisted methods against this world.

He could do it, but he chooses to refuse.

Of course, Naimi Xisi does not intend to abandon Earth. On the contrary, he already has a vague prototype of a plan—a gentle scheme that would cause human society, imperceptibly, to fully accept him as ruler.

But before that.

His gaze stretched far toward Washington, a flash of ruthlessness flickering in his eyes.

The gentle plan needs an executor; the process of obtaining one may not be so gentle.

——

Deep within Virginia's Blue Ridge Mountains, "Cold Mountain No. 31."

This underground command post, a relic from the Cold War hidden deep in Virginia's Blue Ridge Mountains, appears on the surface as an abandoned forestry monitoring station, but one must pass three nuclear‑blast airlocks to reach the core. The conference room walls are inlaid with titanium plates salvaged from an Apollo spacecraft, and the long table is forged from a single meteorite that fell in Roswell—this is the United States' true rulers' "shrine."

The spacious hall was pitch black. Around the long table sat thirteen cloaked figures in silence; they are the owners of the entire United States, even half the world, the decision‑makers behind the government.

Previously seen at a White House meeting, the Rothschild patriarch, the Vanguard Navigation Fund CEO and others are all present here, but strangely, the thirteen display a range of ages—from handsome blond men in their twenties to frail elders—all gathered together.

General Electric chairman Walter pointed at the wall; an electronic screen displayed chaotic scenes from New York streets: hundreds of people with banners reading "Savior Dragon" tied to their heads lit candles outside the White House fence, and the crooked placards they held read, "Reagan lied to us, but the dragon won't!"

"Gentlemen, a week ago when this beast first appeared in New York, we could still claim it was a Soviet weather weapon," Walter loosened his tie, pulling back his cloak's hood, "but now? Montana farmers are erecting shrines to it, opposing us, and our nuclear deterrent has become a joke!"

Another man in black raised his hand; he was the head of the Lockheed family: "What does that dragon want?"

The Rothschild patriarch sneered, "Want what? What do you think? What virtues do mythic dragons possess? They're just greedy beasts; what do you think he wants?"

The implication was that the dragon's ambitions were vast.

"But even nuclear weapons have failed! What else can we do?" Lockheed said coldly. "I think we should negotiate with it, concede some benefits. All it wants is wealth and knowledge, just a beast; how much can it claim? Satisfying it isn't difficult."

Walter stared at him in disbelief, "What are you saying? Don't forget we are servants of that one, how can we compromise with a lizard?"

Lockheed choked, irately saying, "So what? The divine messenger hasn't shown up for years; perhaps he has already abandoned us! Moreover, how do you know who is stronger, the dragon or the divine messenger?"

"Silence!" Rothschild slammed the table hard, scolding, "Brainless fool, don't forget whose gift grants us immortality! Chairman, I propose we immediately enforce the punitive clause against Lockheed!"

He looked toward the black‑clad figure seated at the head of the long table; everyone simultaneously stared at each other, the room fell silent, even the angry Lockheed clenched his teeth and fell silent.

(End of Chapter)