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“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

“No there is not. Your prerogative’s name is Lucas Black; he is the billionaire who owns this building and most of the businesses in this town. Yesterday he put out an advertisement for a personal assistant, that will be your way in. I will make the arrangements.” As soon as the archangel finished speaking, he flapped his wings and flew out the hole in the roof, apparently, archangels didn’t believe in goodbyes. Lisa was left gazing up in his wake, her fists balled tightly. For the second time that morning, she found the same words escaping her lips. “What the fuck!”

"That's impossible." Yugi frowned, the light that made him appear divine slowly fading, making him appear more humanly. "It has never occurred in our world where one person would decide they won't be Lord, you have been initiated, it has to remain that way!" He was raising his voice, gesturing as he spoke.. Ash stood up his feet with a frown still plastered on his face, I'm sorry, but you want to get rid of the woman I love because of thet stupid status, so maybe I really don't want to be the Lord anymore." He stood firm on his words.

A war between online public opinion and keyboard warriors. He was not going to lose! “I want to see if the people behind this are humans or gods. How capable are they to play this game with me? Okay, you want to put money against me, right? I’ll smash you with cash!” Robbie was angry, his eyes burning. He had to defend his throne as one of the 12 Emperors of Entertainment! The 12 Emperors of Entertainment was the collective name for the 12 big shots in the entertainment industry.

"Can I keep this?" "I was going to burn it." Zaiyuan shrugged. "I just want you to keep in mind to search for what is true. Do not be swayed by intense emotions. You will loose the big bait if you go after the small fish like this. Emporer is a nice title, but it is rare that he truly has any power. The current emporer is at the mercy of the military generals who hold all the power. He plays them off each other to hold the capital. There are no real men who he can call to his aid. The imperial arsenal is small." "Do you want me to marry again?"

Channing asked, “Have you guys seen Ancestor Miller? What is his cultivation level?” “Immortal Monarch!” “...” This was too terrifying. Even Immortals were no longer visible in modern society, so how could there be any Immortal Monarch? The immediate appearance of an Immortal Monarch would cause a significant social upheaval. After pondering for a while, Alex said, “As long as we don’t leave Rockefeller Manor, Ancestor Miller shouldn’t have a chance to give us a hard time even if he wants to.”

When dealing with the unknown, it’s best to overestimate than underestimate. The man looked in the direction of Prince Huizhong. This prince is the third in line and is competing with his two brothers to get the position of crown prince. The reason why he’s here is that he needs to accumulate his prestige and power base along with the achievement, and the greatest achievement one could get is to win a war. But in this day and age, there’s no open war anymore. At most, there would be a few skirmishes a year on the border between the Qin Empire and the Romans. Unlike here at this special department, which deals with supernatural beings and the power user. There's a war wage nearly every month.

“Truly. Even if what we’re about to discuss is nothing to be happy about.” “It needs to be said!” shouted someone from the crowd. “Oh, I agree,” Retholis immediately responded. “I think almost all of us here agree. The Imperial incursion into Hegemony territory is one hundred percent illegal, and we need to put a stop to it. Immediately.” Murmurs rose up from all around the stands, all in abject agreement. “I’m not going to mince my words,” Retholis continued. “Short-sighted hot-bloods have swayed the Empress into sanctioning these illegal acts. Why? Because they’re thoroughly motivated by short-term profits, nothing more.

a dwarf with a height of less than four feet, acquiesced before him. An orgy? Wait, she knew that word. Was it not a party full of drinking and wild sexual activity? "How many times have I told you to never interrupt my meetings Elzar?" Waylon thundered annoyed. "I am sorry my lord, but you sounded eager when you gave instructions to invite them over," he explained. Waylon swung his gaze to Drac "Why is he talking to me? How many times do I have to demand that hierarchy should be observed? Do you look down on me because this is not a real dynasty?"

"I want what belongs to me." "Nothing belongs to you," Liam said. "You were cut out." "I was exiled," Julian corrected. "By a man who is now dead. And now... the throne is occupied by a man who seems to have lost his nerve." He looked at Aurora. "I've been reading the press, Liam. The 'Truce'. The 'Boring Family'. The 'Redemption'. It's very... touching. Very Hallmark." He leaned forward. "But shareholders don't want Hallmark. They want returns. And Cross Empire... it's looking soft."