| PN | Wrongful | 185
The news of the emperor's death caused a significant uproar in the empire. Logically speaking, the emperor, at 160 years old, was in the prime of life within an empire where the average lifespan was 200 years.
It was impossible to die so suddenly.
[Was the president the only one present when the emperor died?]
Qi Chao and Shen Yuxi exchanged glances, immediately linking the emperor's death to the president.
[Yes, but when the medical team conducted an examination, they didn’t find any wounds on the emperor’s body. Instead, it was his heart that had an issue. The hospital concluded that the cause of death was a heart attack.]
A heart attack—a term rarely heard in the empire—had an exceedingly low fatality rate in this age of highly advanced medical technology, less than one percent.
Elliton also seemed to find the emperor's cause of death suspicious. Staring at the screen, he sent a cryptic message: [I think it’s very possible that the president also possesses some kind of superpower, but that’s just my guess—I’m not certain.]
Elliton was not someone who spoke nonsense.
However, the fact that he had managed to quickly earn the president’s trust indicated that he was far from foolish.
[Alright. If that's the case, you should avoid getting close to the president for now, so he doesn't harm you.]
Seeing this message, Elliton pressed his lips together with a complicated expression. Once again, he was struck by how different Qi Chao was from everyone else.
Living within the royal family, everyone was steeped in mutual suspicion and exploitation, eager to squeeze every last ounce of value out of others.
After losing both his parents, Elliton had built an impenetrable wall between himself and the outside world, rarely interacting with others except for his puppets.
Even his relationship with Qi Chao, at its core, was one of mutual benefit.
Yet, despite knowing that approaching the president could yield more valuable information, Qi Chao had instead urged him to stay away for the sake of his safety.
For Elliton, this kind of kindness was something he had only ever felt from his late parents and his puppets.
After a moment of silence, he replied: [Alright.]
But deep down, Elliton knew he wouldn't follow through on his promise to distance himself from the president.
Elliton's mission was to sow discord between the president and the emperor. Now that the emperor had died under mysterious circumstances, he couldn't let his mission be left unresolved.
Even for the sake of fulfilling his cooperation with Qi Chao, Elliton was determined to uncover the true cause of the emperor's death.
If he could do so, it would give Qi Chao the leverage he needed when asking the superhuman to repair his puppets.
Placing his optical brain device aside, Elliton stood up and began changing clothes, preparing to meet with the president. He wasn't particularly concerned for his own safety.
If the president had indeed killed the emperor, he would likely refrain from any reckless actions to avoid drawing suspicion to himself.
—
On the other side, Qi Chao and Shen Yuxi sat silently after shutting off their optical light brains, both seemingly absorbed in processing the news.
The emperor's death had little direct connection to them.
It was rather good news. The emperor's demise meant that for a significant period, the upper echelons of power would be plunged into chaos, leaving little attention for puppet research.
"Brother Shen, do you think the president killed the emperor?" Qi Chao asked, turning to look at Shen Yuxi after a few minutes of silence.
Shen Yuxi nodded slightly.
"The emperor's death was too sudden and without warning. The president is highly suspicious, but I didn’t expect someone as cautious as him to lose his composure like this."
They had been working to sow discord between the emperor and the president for some time.
Given the deep-seated resentment the president had accumulated, it was entirely plausible for him to have killed the emperor.
However, acting impulsively was inconsistent with the president's usual temperament.
Shen Yuxi’s lashes lowered slightly. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that his eyes betrayed no surprise.
In fact, when he hinted at this possibility to Qiao Sheng a few days ago, Shen Yuxi had already anticipated this outcome.
Qiao Sheng, like himself, was a hypocritical and selfish person. While he could watch indifferently as other puppets were destroyed, he could not tolerate even the slightest harm to his own daughter.
All it took was a gentle push in Qiao Sheng’s direction, and he would act in a way that produced exactly the outcome Shen Yuxi desired.
As he considered this, Shen Yuxi's gaze subtly shifted to the pensive Qi Chao. After a brief pause, he rested his fingers lightly on the back of Qi Chao's hand and spoke softly:
"The emperor's death is a good thing. With the ensuing turmoil in the royal family, we’ll have more time to plan and work toward raising the status of puppets."
"I understand," Qi Chao replied.
Qi Chao snapped out of his thoughts, offering Shen Yuxi a faint smile, though his mind was still occupied with matters concerning the president.
Like Shen Yuxi, Qi Chao also suspected Qiao Sheng.
He recalled that Shen Yuxi had mentioned a few days ago that Qiao Sheng's eldest daughter, whom he created, had been taken by the association to study her ability.
If Qiao Sheng, in a fit of rage, had used his second daughter, Chao Yang, to subtly influence the president, it was plausible that this could have caused the president to lose his composure.
However, there was no need to bring this up with Shen Yuxi. The emperor's death had little to do with them, and Qi Chao felt it would be more productive to focus their energy on planning their next steps rather than dwelling on this matter.
"I recall the emperor didn’t have any heirs, right?" Qi Chao suddenly asked.
"Yes," Shen Yuxi replied, glancing at Qi Chao. "It’s said that he suffered an accident in his youth, leaving him unable to father children, even through technological means. After his death, the next emperor will likely be chosen from among the royal bloodline."
The royal bloodline was extensive, with over thirty eligible heirs in the next generation. Among them was Elliton, a figure who lived in the shadow of the royal family and had little presence.
As the emperor, who held actual governing power, originally had nearly sixty more years to slowly choose a successor, his sudden death left the question of who would inherit the throne wide open.
If they wanted to elevate the status of puppets and turn the situation to their advantage, helping Elliton ascend to the throne would be the best option.
The two didn’t need to exchange words; a mere glance was enough for them to read each other’s thoughts.
"This matter needs further consideration," Qi Chao said vaguely.
"Yes, it’s something that should be planned carefully," Shen Yuxi replied, lowering his lashes without saying more.
One instance of manipulating Qiao Sheng was enough; if he pushed it too far, Qi Chao might start suspecting that Shen Yuxi was using underhanded methods again, which would not be ideal.
Qi Chao, in fact, hadn’t linked Qiao Sheng’s actions to Shen Yuxi at all.
After all, Shen Yuxi had openly informed Qi Chao about his interactions with Qiao Sheng, even recounting their conversations in detail.
At the time, Qi Chao hadn’t found anything amiss.
Of course, Qi Chao was unaware that Shen Yuxi and Qiao Sheng, who had been senior and junior disciples for years, shared remarkably similar selfish nature. Some words, spoken in just a sentence or two, were enough for one dark-minded individual to perceive the hidden implications of another.
Shen Yuxi was always careful to restrain himself, never exposing his darker side to Qi Chao, even though his darkest secrets had long been laid bare.
Qi Chao, on the other hand, had no idea that his partner still cared so much about how he appeared in his eyes. Reclining in his chair, Qi Chao lowered his gaze, deep in thought about the feasibility of helping Elliton ascend to the throne.
"Elliton is a master-level puppet master. With such a background, becoming emperor would be incredibly difficult—or rather, without external support, he has no chance of standing out among more than thirty candidates," Qi Chao said.
Shen Yuxi nodded as he listened.
"If we were to help him become emperor, what would you plan to do?" Shen Yuxi asked.
Qi Chao didn’t respond immediately. After a brief pause, he said, “Let’s talk to Elliton first. If he’s unwilling to become emperor, then all our planning is pointless.”
Such thoughtfulness was typical of Qi Chao.
Shen Yuxi chuckled softly.
Qi Chao harbored a poor opinion of the emperor due to his experiences with puppets, which had fostered a sense of disgust. He also had no desire to dwell on the subject with Shen Yuxi.
With that, their discussion about the emperor came to an end.
–
Unlike Qi Chao and Shen Yuxi, the emperor's death sparked an uproar on the optical network.
[What the heck?! How did the emperor die?!]
[Oh my god, my friend’s grandfather is a doctor on the rescue team. He was called to the palace in the middle of the night. He told me the emperor died of a heart attack—a heart attack! We haven’t heard of anyone dying from that in decades!]
The emperor, holding real power in the empire and enjoying an exalted status, was a central figure. The news of his death sent shockwaves through the public.
While fear was one reaction, uncertainty about the next emperor dominated the conversation.
[Who will be the next emperor of the empire? I’m so anxious! Please, please don’t let it be Prince Elqiu. If it’s him, the first thing he’ll do as emperor is go on a spree collecting beauties.]
[Prince Elqiu isn’t so bad. If it’s Aiqiuwei, though, we’re doomed. That prince is incredibly brutal—I heard he killed a classmate with his own hands when he was still in elementary school.]
"What?! Someone like that is a candidate for emperor?!"
[You’re too naive. In the royal family, bloodline trumps all. No matter how brutal he is or how many crimes he’s committed, he can still be pardoned and remain a candidate for the throne.]
As members of the royal family and candidates for the throne, most of the 30-plus contenders had been spoiled and pampered by their families since birth.
Under such circumstances, it was rare to find any among them who remained true to their values and demonstrated proper decorum and caution.
Upon closer scrutiny, there weren’t even ten truly viable candidates for the emperor’s position.
[…We’re doomed.]
[I… I feel the same. I suddenly want to cry. Why did His Majesty have to pass away so suddenly? I’m so scared the neighboring Federation might take advantage of this and attack us.]
[??? Get a grip. The emperor dying wasn’t that crucial, okay? Just because the emperor’s gone doesn’t mean the sky is falling, alright?]
While the emperor held significant power, the empire wasn’t going to grind to a halt because of his death. At most, some less critical matters would be temporarily delayed.
The emperor’s sudden death continued to cast a shadow of unease over the empire. It was as if a lingering cloud hung persistently over the nation, intensifying the anxiety of its citizens.
Meanwhile, the president of the association, as the first witness to the emperor’s death, was being held in detention.
Evidence from the rescue team had already been submitted to the detention facility, confirming that the emperor had died of natural causes. Given the president’s reputation as one of the emperor’s most beloved and loyal subjects, he appeared to be nothing more than an unlucky bystander caught in a tragic incident.
The president’s expression was vacant. In just a few hours, he seemed to have aged significantly. His hair, disheveled and streaked with gray, framed his haggard face.
His stooped posture made him a pitiful sight, stirring sympathy in anyone who looked at him.
“Please hold on a little longer. Once the cabinet issues their notice, you’ll be free to leave,” the officer guarding him said softly in an attempt to comfort him.
The president forced a weak smile.
He knew that without concrete evidence, the cabinet’s suspicions would eventually lead to his release.
Yet, despite this assurance, the president still felt a lingering sense of guilt and unease.
He couldn’t understand it—how had he, someone so cautious, lost control of his rationality in that moment?
Had he truly used his ability?
That morning, the president had gone to the astrology tower with the emperor to discuss matters concerning the disappearance of abilities. After failing to uncover the reason behind the loss of powers, the emperor once again berated him as useless and suggested replacing him with someone else to investigate the issue of the ability users.
The emperor’s voice was sharp and grating, filled with displeasure and contempt. His face seemed to enlarge in the president’s eyes, growing terrifyingly vast and overwhelming.
It wasn’t the first time the president had been insulted; he should have been used to it by now.
But in truth, he didn’t respond as he usually did, nodding meekly. Instead, a rising frustration pressed on his chest, and his mind, clouded and disoriented, kept repeating the words "useless" and "replace you."
If someone else were truly brought in, it would mean the end of his term as president. After over a century of working diligently, to end up with such a result was a dead-end for him. The more he thought about it, the more radical his thoughts became, and his beard trembled with rage.
The emperor, standing only a few steps away, saw the president’s state and, instead of feeling any guilt, looked as if he had been personally offended. He opened his mouth to summon the guards outside the astrology tower.
The president froze at the sound of footsteps approaching from outside. Panicking, he instinctively used his concealed ability. It was only when the emperor collapsed onto the astrology table that the president snapped back to reality.
As he realized what he had done, a cold sweat immediately broke out on his back.
His ability could easily cover up everything, making it look like an accident. However, as he sat in the detention facility, the president was filled with deep regret.
How could he have lost control and killed the emperor?
If this were discovered, not only would all his carefully accumulated efforts be destroyed, but his own life might also be at risk.
The detention center was dimly lit, and the longer one stayed, the more their psychological defenses wore down.
At that moment, a guard came in to inform him that he could leave. The president’s tense nerves finally relaxed, and he shakily got to his feet and walked out.
The empire was in chaos right now.
The president knew he needed to return to the association as quickly as possible to take charge of the situation.
However, when he stepped out of the detention center, he was surprised to find the waiting area outside was completely empty—no one had come to pick him up.
He had only been in detention for a short time, but his people who usually surrounded him had already disappeared.
The coldness of the world was laid bare before him. With a bitter smile, the president couldn’t help but feel the harshness of reality.
"President."
When the president heard the voice, he turned around to find that it was none other than Elliton standing behind him.
"You..."
The president’s hand, still gripping his cane, trembled slightly. "You came to pick me up?"
"Yes," Elliton nodded without saying much, and proceeded to help the president toward his aircraft.
Seeing Elliton’s quiet and reserved demeanor, the president felt an even deeper sense of gratitude.
A few weeks ago, he had asked Elliton to stay by his side, mainly because Elliton was a master-level puppet master and had royal blood. He thought that, if used correctly, Elliton could help him regain the emperor’s favor.
However, before he could ever truly make use of Elliton, the emperor had ended up dead at his hands. And now, when he left the detention center, the only one there to pick him up was Elliton.
The subordinates he had once treated well had all disappeared.
It was truly a cruel twist of fate.
The emperor’s death had already thrown the president into turmoil, and the exhaustion from his time in detention only added to his mental and physical strain.
He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at the situation, as if, in that instant, he had aged years.
Elliton saw the situation, pursed his lips, and kept glancing at the president, clearly wanting to say something.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
At this moment, the president regarded Elliton as the most trustworthy person, looking at him with a loving gaze, almost as if he were his own younger family member.
Elliton hesitated for a moment before finally making up his mind and saying, "I originally thought you were still at the association, but when I learned that you were in the detention center, I hurried there to pick you up. On the way, I ran into the vice president..."
"What did the vice president say?"
The president’s kindly smiling face seemed somewhat frightening, as if he had already guessed what the vice president would say.
Elliton looked at the president with concern, pausing for a moment, then hesitantly spoke, "He said that you had made a grave mistake, and that you wouldn't be able to get out. He told me not to come pick you up."
"Hah!"
The president's gaze was filled with disdain. Even though he hadn't stepped down yet, the vice president was already so eager to take his place. Did they really think he was done for?
He looked at Elliton, the only one who came to pick him up, and felt that for the first time, he had truly seen the hearts of those around him. He sighed and said, "I know your intentions, Elliton. I won’t treat you poorly later."
Elliton's face showed genuine gratitude as he nodded sincerely, not revealing that it had been his suggestion for the vice president to stay behind at the association while he came alone to pick up the president.
His task had always been to create discord between the emperor and the president. Now that the emperor was dead, in order to gain the president's trust and uncover the truth, Elliton had to become the person the president trusted the most.
The two of them flew toward the association.
Along the way, the president was deep in thought, pondering how to stabilize his position moving forward. He turned to look at Elliton, his murky eyes staring at him for a long time before he spoke, "Elliton, have you ever considered becoming the next emperor?"
"Emperor?"
Elliton's hand on the controls froze for a moment.
The president thought about it more and more, and the feasibility seemed higher. With the emperor's death, his own chances of regaining real power were slim.
However, if Elliton ascended the throne, given his current personality, the president could still be at ease as the head of the association, pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Excitedly, the president said, "Yes, now that the emperor is dead, you also have a claim to the throne. Why not seize this opportunity? I will help you. Once you become emperor, everyone will have to bow to you."
Elliton’s expression was a mix of anticipation and hesitation.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally replied, "Let me think it over, okay?"
The president immediately nodded, his face glowing with confidence. In his mind, no one would ever turn down the allure of the throne. He lowered his head, already scheming how to push Elliton to power.
However, out of the president’s sight, Elliton’s expression turned indifferent. Having lived in the royal court, where power and manipulation reigned supreme, Elliton was hardly interested in the throne.
But, in order to gain the president's trust, he did not voice his true feelings directly.
Elliton, reflecting on the situation, thought it was highly likely that the president had killed the emperor. He was planning to tell Qi Chao about his suspicions later.
Meanwhile, both men, each with their own thoughts, returned to the association.
Just as they were about to enter the office, they ran into the vice president, who had hurried over.
"President, you’re finally back. I was just thinking of coming to pick you up," the vice president said, smiling warmly.
The president forced a smile, his expression cold. After hearing Elliton’s complaint earlier, he could see through the vice president’s fake enthusiasm. No matter how kind he appeared, everything felt insincere.
The vice president, oblivious to the tension, continued to speak about the events of the morning. "Admiral Lu came by the association today. He said he wanted to take away Qiao Sheng’s puppet. Given his authority, we didn’t dare stop him."
"Understood," the president replied curtly, not bothering to engage further. Right now, his priority was securing his own position, and he had little interest in the ability user situation.
It didn’t matter that Lu Chen and Qiao Sheng had taken the puppet. As long as the next emperor supported continuing the research on abilities and puppets, they would have no choice but to hand the puppets over, no matter how much they resisted.
As the president thought about his position, he looked at Elliton with even more intensity in his eyes.
–
Meanwhile, Lu Chen brought Qiao Sheng's eldest daughter, Xing Chen, back to Qiao Sheng's villa.
In just a few short days, Xing Chen seemed to have undergone a complete transformation. Her once dark, flowing hair had been shaved off, leaving only a bare scalp. Her tail was also gone, as though it had been cut off.
Her body was marked with numerous cracks, revealing the delicate lines of her spiritual power.
When Xing Chen saw Qiao Sheng, she seemed to snap out of her dazed state. She extended a trembling hand, almost as if reaching out for her father to hold her. "Father, it hurts..."
Qiao Sheng watched this with an expression that had darkened with malice and coldness. His usual detached demeanor was replaced by a clear sense of anger and murderous intent.
He quickly stepped forward and embraced her, murmuring soothingly, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Father will heal your wounds right away."
Beside them, Lu Chen and Chao Yang watched the scene with pity. They exchanged glances, their expressions filled with silent sympathy. They hurriedly followed Qiao Sheng into his workroom.
Qiao Sheng, removing his glasses, showed the darkness in his eyes, his emotions unmasked. "You two don't need to come in," he said coldly. "I'm going to treat Xing Chen's injuries."
With that, he shut the door, leaving Lu Chen and Chao Yang standing outside.
“Why didn’t you inform me sooner when Xing Chen was taken?” Lu Chen looked at Chao Yang, who was anxiously clutching her tail.
Chao Yang remained silent.
Of course, it was because his father didn’t want to put him in a difficult position.
Xing Chen was taken while carrying out a mission for the Association, and the president had forbidden Chao Yang from entering the Association. Qiao Sheng had no way of getting in either.
His father had never considered asking Lu Chen for help, because it was the Association’s president who had taken Xing Chen under the Emperor’s orders.
Qiao Sheng hadn’t wanted Lu Chen to waver between the Emperor and Xing Chen, and under Shen Yuxi’s suggestion, he had schemed to kill the Emperor. It wasn’t until the Emperor was gone that he asked Lu Chen for help.
However, neither his father nor Chao Yang had expected that in just three days, Xing Chen would be tortured to such a state. Chao Yang gritted his teeth in anger.
She had spent nearly half a year under Shen Yuxi’s command without suffering any harm, yet Xing Chen, who had been sent on a mission for the Association, was reduced to this in just three days.
It was truly disgusting.
Chao Yang's eyes filled with a deep resentment.
Meanwhile, Qiao Sheng, who was tending to his daughter, was overwhelmed with far more negative emotions than Chao Yang.
He looked down at Xing Chen, soothing her as he carefully removed the damaged tail. After a few words of comfort, he took out a nearby light brain and sent a message to Shen Yuxi.
Shen Yuxi wasn't a good person. Neither was the Association nor the Royal Family.
But between the two, Qiao Sheng trusted Shen Yuxi, the one who had wiped his memory, far more. Because now, they shared a common enemy.
Qiao Sheng gripped the light brain tightly, his eyes filled with even more murderous intent. He would make sure to personally tear the president of the Association apart.
Elsewhere, Shen Yuxi hesitated for a moment after receiving Qiao Sheng’s message of alliance.
Then, he turned to inform Qi Chao.
“He says he’s willing to join us in taking down the Association.”
Shen Yuxi adopted a concerned demeanor, his voice soft as he offered his opinion. "Qiao Sheng is not a good person. His involvement in the emperor's death may not be without reason. If we agree to cooperate with him, we cannot place our full trust in him."
"Agreed," Qi Chao nodded in agreement. "But if he's genuinely willing to work with us, there are many benefits to be gained."
Shen Yuxi hummed in acknowledgment and, in front of Qi Chao, sent a message to Qiao Sheng: 【Agreed, but the specific terms of our cooperation will be discussed in person when we meet.】
【Understood.】
Qiao Sheng's reply came quickly, as if he were impatient to begin tearing down the Association and the Royal Family.
That day, neither Qi Chao nor Shen Yuxi left the house, yet they ended up dealing with more matters than if they had. After a brief period in their room, they descended to the living room.
The puppets in the house, all of whom had light brains, had naturally seen the news of the emperor’s death. They understood that this turn of events could mean changes to the plans of their father and dad.
It was rare, but Qi Yang was also present in the living room.
Of course, the main reason Qi Yang was in the living room was because Qi Feng and Qi Ye had been engrossed in discussing the latest gossip about the emperor's death, leaving no time to bicker with him.
"Brother, now that the emperor is dead, what are you planning to do next?" Qi Yang asked.
According to Qi Yang, with the emperor's death, taking down the Association would be an easy task, and with that, they wouldn't have to worry about the safety of the puppets anymore.
"Adult matters are not for children to meddle in. Go over there and do a puzzle with Qiu Qiu and Li Bai," Qi Chao responded.
Qi Yang: …
Noticing the somewhat speechless expression on his face, Qi Chao chuckled, patting him on the back of the head. "You don't need to worry about this. I've already got a plan. If I need help later, I'll ask, okay?"
What else could Qi Yang say? He could only agree.
The puppets nearby, having overheard Qi Chao and Qi Yang's conversation, understood that their dad probably wouldn't share his upcoming plans with them.
They had made up their minds to ask him privately later, and so they decided not to think too much about it for now.
In contrast to them, Xing Yu in the corner appeared to be a bit lonely. The emperor was dead, and yet he remained a puppet.
Was he truly destined to live his entire life as nothing more than an object?
The more he thought about it, the more pitiful he felt.
Qi Chao noticed Xing Yu's despondent demeanor, and his hand twitched slightly, but he refrained from reprimanding him.
Instead, he patted Moss, subtly giving him a glance.
Moss understood—his dad wanted him to sit with Xing Yu, likely to prevent him from causing trouble.
After a brief hesitation, Moss stood up and moved over to sit beside Xing Yu, still holding the stuffed doll he had repaired only a few days ago.
Xing Yu noticed someone had sat down next to him. He immediately straightened his posture, pretending to be aloof and ignoring Moss.
However, his discomfort was clear—his body seemed to twitch as if pricked by a needle, and he couldn't sit still on the couch, clearly caring about Moss's attitude.
Qi Chao and Shen Yuxi exchanged a glance, both seeing the smile in each other’s eyes. It was only at this moment that the world consciousness seemed somewhat cute.
The two spent most of the afternoon in the living room, and only when Shen Yuxi began to feel a bit sleepy did they head upstairs to prepare for a nap.
Originally, Shen Yuxi didn’t have the habit of napping. However, after spending so much time with Qi Chao, he had developed various little habits, and now, if Qi Chao wasn’t nearby during a nap, he couldn’t fall asleep.
After the two returned to the room, Shen Yuxi leaned against Qi Chao’s shoulder and quickly fell asleep. Just as Qi Chao was about to close his eyes, he saw the screen of his light brain light up.
He fumbled to pick up the light brain and saw a message from Elliton. From the message, Qi Chao knew that Elliton had ignored his advice and continued with the task, even going as far as to approach the president.
He was thinking it over and was about to offer some words of advice when he saw a message from Elliton saying that the president had urged him to compete for the throne.
Qi Chao’s fingers paused, then he typed, [What do you think? Are you interested in the throne?]
Elliton was about to reply that he wasn’t interested, but upon seeing this message, he hesitated.
From these words, he could sense that Qi Chao wanted him to become emperor.
[You want me to become emperor too?]
[Yes, the matter with the puppets and the ability users involves too many concerns. The simplest solution is for the ruler to voluntarily abandon the research on puppets. I believe if you become emperor, you won’t recklessly conduct puppet research.]
Qi Chao didn’t hide his thoughts. Having Elliton become emperor was the easiest way to solve all of this.
[If you’re not interested in the throne, then forget it.]
If Elliton wanted to take a different path, it would just be a bit more troublesome and time-consuming, but otherwise, it wouldn’t be a big issue.
Elliton stared at the last sentence, once again realizing the difference between Qi Chao and the president.
The president had said on the surface that he should consider it, but his eyes and actions were clearly telling him that there was only this one path to take.
Qi Chao wasn’t like that. It seemed as if he was simply negotiating with Elliton. If Elliton disagreed, the other party wouldn't seem to mind too much.
Elliton thought this over carefully, following Qi Chao’s words. If his five S-class puppets were revived and the empire still had an interest in that damn research, then no matter where he ran, he would never be safe.
His puppets might once again face death.
Instead of letting history repeat itself, it might be worth taking a risk and going for it.
After thinking for a while, Elliton replied to Qi Chao: [I will compete for the throne.]
Qi Chao read the message, his expression unchanged. He paused for a moment, then typed: [You can come to my place for dinner tonight. We’ll discuss it in detail then.]
[Okay.]
Elliton sent a single word.
Then Elliton thought of something and switched to the chat with the president: [President, hello. I’ve thought it through. I’m willing to compete for the throne.]
Since the president wanted to push him to the top, he might as well take advantage of the opportunity.
[Great! I’m glad you’ve made up your mind!]
The president was extremely excited upon seeing the message. No one could resist the temptation of the throne.
Once he helped Elliton ascend to power, with Elliton's personality, the president was certain that his own life would be better than it was now.
Of course, the president didn’t know that in Elliton's eyes, he was just a useful tool. The president had worked hard, trying to persuade Elliton to become emperor, but Elliton showed no interest.
On the other hand, Qi Chao only needed a single sentence to change Elliton's mind.
If the president knew all of this, his face would likely turn black with rage.
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