It had been two years since the legendary Battle of Devils and Angels—a na given by both mortals and cultivators alike. It was a battle that shook the very foundation of this world, a battle that people would tell their children and grandchildren for generations.
Yet, at its core, it was a battle between Mathilda and the Ancient Devil.
When the Ancient Devil was summoned by Emperor Chang Shengzun, the world trembled in fear. Cultivators believed their end had co, and mortals could do nothing but pray for salvation. For an entire hour, the Ancient Devil threw everything it had at Mathilda’s unbreakable defenses.
Fire, lightning, dark curses, and chaotic destruction rained down from the heavens—all in vain.
The flying boat remained untouched. The barriers never wavered.
It was not a battle. It was a humiliation.
And when the hour finally ran out, and the Ancient Devil felt its form fading, it could do nothing but scream in rage.
"This is not over!" it howled as its monstrous body was swallowed back into the void. "I will return! And next ti, I shall tear this world apart!"
With those final words, it vanished.
The world held its breath.
The feared calamity had failed.
The legendary battle had ended with nothing but Mathilda’s boredom.
And as if to add insult to injury, Emperor Chang Shengzun—who had placed all his hopes in the devil—stood powerless before the victors.
With the Ancient Devil gone, the fate of Emperor Chang Shengzun and his army was sealed.
Mathilda and the girls captured him and the army with ease.
There was no trial. No rcy.
Chang Shengzun and his army already slaughtered many people. Now, his fate would be decided not by divine judgnt, but by the very people.
The mortals took their revenge.
His execution was public, brutal, and absolute.
Sa with the Cultivators, They were a step late before getting poisoned by Mathilda.
With the fall of Chang Shengzun, the country of Chang was left without a ruler.
Many Princes and Princess wanted to take the throne. The battle of throne was about to begin.
But
Before things could spiral out of control, Mathilda arrived at Chang Country.
"You know what?" she said, standing in the throne room of the now leaderless empire. "This place is mine now."
And just like that, she claid the entire country.
From that day on, Chang Country was no more.
Instead, a new ruler sat upon the throne.
For the past two years, Mathilda had lived as the Queen of her newly claid nation.
And the first thing she did?
She took over the Emperor’s harem.
Three hundred wives, three thousand concubines, and countless daughters.
All of them were now under her rule.
As for the forr princes?
She kicked them out without hesitation.
"No sausage fest in my palace!" she declared.
The entire nation was left in shock.
Never before had they seen such an unconventional ruler.
So of the emperor’s forr wives and concubines tried to resist.
They failed.
Others embraced the new change, swearing loyalty to Mathilda.
But for Mathilda, it wasn’t about power or control.
It was simply fun. These beauties were all chard by her in less than few days after getting the country.
Being a Queen was amusing. As a forr unorthodox sect mber she thoroughly enjoyed many things.
Making rules like all the won in harem should only wear sexy dress. She also allocated a day in month where everyone should walk in the palace naked. Of course no n was allowed near the palace forever.
She spent her days lounging in the grand palace, indulging in luxury, and making ridiculous decrees just to see people’s reactions.
She ruled with a mix of randomness, charisma, and absolute dominance.
Despite her unconventional leadership, her overwhelming strength ensured no one dared to challenge her.
Mana and Astrid rolled their eyes at Mathilda.
While she was busy enjoying her role as queen, ruling over her newly claid empire with Yuehue, Mana and Astrid had spent most of their ti traveling the world.
At first, the journey was exciting—visiting many countries, ancient ruins, exploring hidden sects, and uncovering long-lost mysteries. But soon, both girls found themselves missing the conveniences of technology from their own worlds.
"This place is so backward," Mana often sighed, exasperated.
Astrid chuckled. "Well, what do you expect? It’s like Southern Part of our world. But I can’t believe that the world is round."
Still, despite the lack of technological advancents, there were plenty of wonders to see.
"I can’t believe the North here is so dull. I thought I could see edge of the world." Astrid pouted.
Mana also nodded, though she was once stayed in Zi World. But she never know that Zi World was also spherical.
During their travels, Mana and Astrid also introduced so small technological innovations—nothing too drastic, but enough to make life easier for so of the locals they befriended. Magical communication talismans, refined alchemical tools, and even a crude prototype of a steam-powered engine had slowly begun to circulate in select places.
Then, one day, Mana suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Astrid, who had been walking beside her, imdiately noticed the shift in her expression.
"What’s wrong?" she asked, glancing at her with curiosity.
For a mont, Mana was silent, her gaze distant as if she were sensing sothing.
Then, slowly, a small smile crept onto her lips.
"Mana feels Tyler," she said, her voice carrying a mix of excitent and amusent.
Astrid’s eyes widened.
"Mana feels that He’s ending his seclusion," Mana added.
Astrid’s heart skipped a beat.
It had been two years since they had last seen him—two years since Tyler had locked himself away, lost in deep cultivation.
Astrid couldn’t hide the spark of excitent in her gaze.
"About ti," she said, grinning. "Let’s see how much stronger he is now."
Mana smirked. "And let’s see how Mathilda reacts when her reign cos to an end."
They both laughed.
They couldn’t wait to see that ’Smug Pervert’ getting dragged out from her Harem. She even invited them with ill intention.
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