The City of Heaven, the largest metropolis on the planet, is immersed in an unprecedented and continuous carnival.

Since the third, fourth, and fifth joint expeditionary fleets returned laden with wealth, technology, and women plundered from the "Eagle Federation," the entire city has been in a frenzy.

For ordinary citizens of the empire, life has never been better.

Lieutenant Li Xiang's life is a microcosm of this vast tapestry of happiness.

His Army Technical Department was awarded a collective second-class merit for successfully reverse engineering the avionics core of the sixth-generation Raptor II fighter jet captured from "Stone City".

As a result, Li Xiang was promoted from second lieutenant to first lieutenant, his salary doubled, and more importantly, his "citizen contribution level" was raised from C+ to B-.

This means he can buy the Empire's latest "Storm" series anti-gravity flying car at a 30% discount, and his apartment's energy ration will also be increased by 50% for free.

Every morning, Li Xiang wakes up in his 120-square-meter apartment.

Sunlight streamed through the smart dimming glass, illuminating the mirror-like floor. The air was filled with the aroma of synthetic protein and natural wheat, created automatically by the nutritious breakfast machine.

And the girl named Samantha had already prepared everything for him.

She was wearing a soft, light gray loungewear uniform issued by the Empire, and her long brown hair was neatly tied back.

The fear and tears she had felt upon first arriving were gone from her face; instead, there was a resigned, docile calm.

She ironed Li Xiang's crisp black military uniform, placed his gleaming military boots by the door, and then quietly knelt beside him while he ate, serving him tea made with tea leaves from the Dongjin Continent.

Li Xiang enjoyed all of this.

He liked Samantha's submissiveness and her exotic, pitiful appearance.

He even started teaching her some basic Chinese, and she learned it very quickly.

Sometimes, he would point to the holographic news footage of propaganda videos showing the remnants of the "Eagle Federation" living "happy lives" with the aid of the Empire, and tell her, "Look, the Empire is benevolent. Your compatriots are all grateful for His Majesty's grace."

Samantha would lower her head and say in broken Chinese, "Yes... thank you, Your Majesty."

After get off work, Li Xiang would drive his brand-new "Storm" flying car and take Samantha to the rooftop restaurant in the central square, or to watch a holographic movie produced by the Empire's top special effects team.

The theme of the film is always to praise the greatness of the empire and the divine prowess of His Majesty Lin Feng.

The surrounding imperial citizens all wore smiles of pride and satisfaction.

Dressed in fine clothes, they discussed whether their newly assigned "Federal female slaves" were blonde or red-haired, and exchanged ideas on how to help them "adapt" to life in the Empire more quickly.

"Have you heard? Old Wang's Latina female slave gave birth to a boy last month! Old Wang was promoted directly from a level three technician in the factory to deputy workshop director! He was also allocated a big house in the west of the city!"

"My God! What great luck! My blonde girl still hasn't gotten pregnant. Looks like I'll have to give her more of the 'nutrient solution' specially supplied by the Academy of Sciences."

"Yes, the entire empire is now encouraging 'bloodline fusion.' Having a child is equivalent to performing a service for the empire. This is the 'Bloodline Fusion Promotion Law' personally promulgated by His Majesty, a major policy of the empire!"

Such dialogues took place in every corner of the empire.

The empire's propaganda machine packaged this blatant sexual exploitation and population replacement as a great cause that "promotes the great integration of human civilization."

Behind this nationwide frenzy are cold, highly efficient production lines.

Every week, dozens of "Abundance"-class large transport ships return from the western continent, as well as from newly discovered "Old Age Human Remnants".

Like tireless worker ants, they continuously transported wave after wave of blonde, blue-eyed, brown-haired women back to the empire's homeland.

After being unloaded from the transport ship, these women will be immediately sent to "purification and distribution centers" located throughout the country.

Here, they undergo physical examinations, genetic testing, and value assessments, and are then labeled like commodities with five levels: S, A, b, c, and d, awaiting their empire's "master."

The empire's extravagance reached an unprecedented peak. The astronomical wealth plundered from "Stone City" filled the imperial government's treasury to an extreme degree.

A general amnesty, universal "victory allowances," and large-scale infrastructure construction... Lin Feng generously shared the spoils of war with every citizen, allowing them to personally experience that war and conquest are the only shortcut to a happy life.

The night in Tiandu is more dazzling than ever before.

A river of light, composed of countless anti-gravity flying cars, flows between skyscrapers. In the central plaza, a stage built from the skull of the Leviathan beast revels every night.

The finest artists and dancers from the conquered territories were forced to perform dances of national subjugation for the victors of the empire.

Families like Li Xiang's number in the empire number in the millions.

The 3.27 million women brought by the "Eagle Federation" acted as a powerful catalyst, triggering a dramatic chemical reaction in the social life of the entire empire.

The empire's crime rate dropped by 90 percent in just three months.

Men's pent-up hormones now have the most direct and legitimate outlet.

Street fights and drunken brawls have almost disappeared. The whole society presents an unprecedented, distorted harmony.

The economy received a huge boost as a result. Industries catering specifically to these "integrated families" sprang up like mushrooms after rain. High-end maternity and baby products, imported women's clothing, exotic interior design... the wave of consumerism swept through every household.

Men work hard to earn more money in order to provide a better life for their "trophies" and to demonstrate their status and wealth.

The empire's propaganda machine further elevated this "bloodline fusion" movement to a new level of sanctification.

Every day, the holographic television broadcasts interviews about "model integrated families." A decorated imperial officer, embracing his blonde, blue-eyed wife, happily announces to the camera that she is pregnant with their first child.

The former Federation woman, with her face made up, expressed her gratitude to His Majesty and the Empire in somewhat broken Chinese.

"Behold, this is His Majesty's mercy! He has not only granted us victory, but also the well-being of our families and the future of our race!" the host exclaimed passionately. "We are creating a great era unlike any other!"

In this atmosphere, no one felt there was anything wrong with it.

Having one or more wives or concubines from foreign lands has become the latest standard for measuring the success of a man in an empire.

This is not merely a symbol of wealth, but also a manifestation of honor and status. Those heroes who have distinguished themselves in the war will be personally rewarded by His Majesty with several, or even dozens, of women from the upper echelons of the Federation.

These news reports always elicit the most enthusiastic cheers and the most sincere envy from the public.

As for those "spoils of war," their lives are completely locked down.

They were deprived of the right to education and work; their only value was procreation. Only by giving birth to children, especially boys, could they secure a semblance of stability in their position within the family.

They were allowed to use personal terminals, but could only log in to an internal website called "Letters Home".

Here, they can see the current situation of their fathers and brothers who are far away in labor camps on the western continent.

Those former federal elites now wear uniform gray prison uniforms and perform heavy manual labor in the harsh environment of the mines.

The only interactive function of the "Family Letters" website is "remittance".

The women can use this website to redeem points for the "living allowance" they receive each month from their imperial husbands, and then send those points to their families.

These points can be redeemed in the labor camp for better food, medicine, or even a slightly better barracks that can provide shelter from the wind and rain.

This is a blatant and cruel conspiracy.

It tightly bound the women's fate to the life and death of their families.

In order for their father to drink a nutritional supplement and for their younger brother to avoid being whipped by the overseer, they had to be more docile and pleasing to their "husbands," trying every means to get more "rewards" from them.

Resist? Escape?

Once caught or reported by their husbands for "disobedience," their families' ratings in the labor camp will be immediately downgraded to the lowest level, "F".

This means the most dangerous jobs, the least food, and the ever-present threat of "accidental death."

Under such bloody rules, even the most fierce woman will have her edges smoothed out.