Lin Feng burst into laughter, his laughter filled with the smugness and domineering nature of an emperor.

He liked this feeling.

This sense of absolute control, as if he had all the beauty in the world at his fingertips. Whether it be the rarest treasures of the universe or the most beautiful women, their sole purpose in existence was to please him.

He released the Han girl's chin and casually placed a crystal-clear "Andromeda Ice and Fire Twin Mushroom," its interior seemingly swirling with nebulae, to the lips of a goddess with snow-white fox ears and a tail. The goddess was flattered and immediately offered a kiss before daring to put the rare delicacy in her mouth, her face revealing ultimate happiness and ecstasy.

The luncheon proceeded in an almost religious atmosphere of absolute silence and elegance. The only sounds were the ethereal music played by the royal orchestra and Lin Feng's occasional comments on the dishes or performances. Every word he uttered was enough to send shivers down the spine of the person being evaluated, who would consider it the greatest honor of their life.

Halfway through the banquet, Lin Feng's enthusiasm seemed to wane. He waved his hand, and the imperial chef behind him immediately understood, bowing and retreating. Then, the lotus platform in the center of the banquet hall slowly cracked open, raising a high platform made of pure white jade.

A woman dressed in a gossamer-thin, seven-colored gauze robe ascended the high platform. She belonged to a race called the "Winged People," born with a pair of enormous, shimmering wings. Her appearance was not the delicate beauty of an human, but rather a divine, almost sculpted perfection.

The music suddenly changed, from ethereal and distant to majestic and magnificent, as if stars were colliding and being reborn in the universe.

The winged goddess spread her magnificent wings and began to dance. Her dance transcended the realm of mortal skills. With each flap of her wings, she scattered specks of phosphorescence, which gathered in the air to form magnificent paintings.

At the time, the empire was newly established, and Lin Feng's "Divine Might" mecha legion descended like gods, using destructive beams of light to turn the stubborn resistance forces of the old era, along with their cities, into scorched earth.

At times, all races turned to one another. Elves, orcs, winged people, merfolk... countless intelligent races of different forms, under the new world order, put aside their old hatred and strife, and offered their faith and loyalty to Lin Feng's portrait.

At times, magnificent engineering marvels rise from the ground, anti-gravity towers pierce the clouds, enormous ecological domes cover deserts, rushing rivers are tamed, and roaring oceans are transformed. The entire planet's ecosystem is being reshaped under Lin Feng's will.

This dance, titled "Ode to the Heavenly Emperor," was an epic dance created specifically for Lin Feng by the Empire's most renowned artist, combining the artistic essence of hundreds of races. Every movement, every note, sings praises of Lin Feng's greatness and mythologizes his achievements.

The hundred goddess consorts present were completely captivated, their eyes burning with even greater adoration. Their happiness, the peace of their people, all stemmed from the man on the throne. He was their creator, and their destroyer. He was everything to them.

After the dance ended, the Feathered Goddess collapsed onto the high platform, exhausted. Her wings trembled slightly, and sweat soaked her gauze dress, making her already perfect figure even more breathtakingly alluring.

"Reward." Lin Feng uttered a single word indifferently.

The voice of the AI ​​"Pangu" immediately resounded in the mind of the Feathered Goddess: "Goddess 'Ni Chang,' His Majesty bestows upon you: 1. One vial of 'Heavenly Grace' gene optimization fluid, which can extend your life by fifty years and strengthen your wing bones. 2. Your maternal clan, the 'Feathered Clan,' will have its energy quota increased by ten percent this quarter. 3. One hundred of your immediate family members will be granted the right to relocate to the 'Floating City.'"

The immense reward moved the winged goddess Ni Chang to tears. She prostrated herself on the ground and offered everything to Lin Feng with the oldest and most devout ceremony of the winged race: "Everything Ni Chang has belongs to Your Majesty! Ni Chang's soul will dance for Your Majesty for eternity!"

Lin Feng was already used to this. He didn't even glance at her again, but simply stood up and ended the luncheon.

Behind him, the goddess consorts prostrated themselves on the ground, respectfully seeing their god off. Only when Lin Feng's figure completely disappeared at the end of the rainbow bridge did they dare to slowly rise, their eyes filled with both disappointment at not receiving his favor and boundless envy for Ni Chang's meteoric rise.

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In the afternoon, at the Taiji Hall, the power center of the empire.

This is not a traditional palace, but a perfectly spherical space with a radius of over one kilometer. In the center of the space, Lin Feng's throne, crafted from dark matter crystals, floats suspended.

There are no walls, no floors, and no ceilings here. The entire space is a top-level holographic interactive interface driven by the intelligent brain "Pangu" and capable of directly connecting with Lin Feng's neurons.

Lin Feng sat upright on the throne, his eyes closed. In his consciousness, the entire planet, and even the universe surrounding it, was clearly displayed before him in the form of a data stream.

"Pangu, report on the progress of key projects."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Pangu's emotionless voice echoed in his consciousness.

In an instant, the scene before his eyes changed.

A massive, desolate, gray moon orbiting the main planet appeared before him. Data streamed down like a waterfall.

"Project Wangshu, the lunar ecological restoration project, has now entered its third phase. The atmosphere has been initially constructed, with its main components being a mixture of nitrogen and oxygen. The magnetic field generator array was fully activated yesterday, and it is expected that the lunar surface will be able to withstand most cosmic rays in 72 hours. The 'Seed of Life' seeding spacecraft is on standby and ready to depart at any time."

Lin Feng's "vision" pierced through the thin atmosphere, revealing the massive, mountain-like, operating silver machines on the lunar surface. Those were magnetic field generators; they were the very things that had given this lifeless planet a cradle of life.

“Very good,” Lin Feng commanded, “Let the seeding spaceships depart. I hope that on the ‘Empire’s Birth Anniversary’ next month, we will see the moon turn into a blue-green gem.”

"The instruction has been confirmed. According to the model, the success rate is 99.87%."

Screen switch.

Beneath a vast, deep sea, underwater cities shimmer with soft light, stretching endlessly like mythical crystal palaces. Countless "mermaids," with the upper body of humans and the lower body of fish, move through the city streets. They are not swimming, but piloting small, teardrop-shaped personal vehicles.

"Project 'Atlantis,' the Merfolk civilization's 'ascension' plan, has completed its fifth phase. Through targeted gene induction, the intelligence and logical thinking abilities of the newly born Merfolk have increased by 30% compared to the previous generation. The 'underwater industrial system' tailored for them has been initially completed, and the first batch of 'Spear of the Sea God' class deep-sea frigates, produced by the Merfolk themselves, were launched yesterday."

Lin Feng looked at the merfolk who were once in the tribal civilization stage, eating raw meat and drinking blood, but now they had begun to learn how to operate complex production tools, and a playful smile appeared in his eyes.

He reveled in this feeling of being a "creator." The evolution of a race was fast-forwarded in his hands. He bestowed upon them wisdom, civilization, and nature; everything about them, including their future, would be firmly in his grasp.

"Next."

The scene shifts again, this time to an elegant and natural forest city filled with elven style. However, a sense of oppression permeates the city.

"Silvermoon Forest Peaceful Unification Zone, Elven Thought Integration Report. This quarter, a total of 127 incidents of 'cultural incompatibility' occurred. Some former Elven elders, in private gatherings, still chant the praises of their old god 'Elune, the Moon Goddess,' and harbor resistance to the Empire's 'standardized ideological education.' The report assesses that there is a potential risk of 'cultural resurgence' in this region. Pangu recommends: Initiate the 'thought purification' procedure and perform 'mental reset' on the key figures."

Lin Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

The elves were the only race he encountered with a relatively complete civilization during his unification of the planet. They were elegant, proud, and possessed deeply rooted beliefs. Even though the empire's iron-fisted methods reduced their royal court to ashes in a single day, erasing the cultural imprint ingrained in their very being would take much longer.

"'Mental reset' is too brutal," Lin Feng's will carried a hint of cold authority. "It would destroy the beauty of the artwork. What I need is for them to regard me as the only god from the depths of their souls, not a bunch of amnesiac idiots."

He pondered for a moment.

"Proceed with my decree. Merge the image of Elune, the moon goddess most revered by the elves, with my own. Create a new myth, telling them that Elune was merely an avatar of mine who descended into this world, a 'guide' to lead them toward the light. Now that my true form has arrived, their faith should return to its origin."

"At the same time, select one thousand elven girls with the purest bloodline and the most beautiful appearance from the 'Celestial Maiden Candidate Pool' and send them to the 'Divine Grace Academy' for special training. After graduation, they will be assigned to human meritorious officials at all levels of the Empire. I want them to understand that merging with the Empire and with my bloodline is the supreme honor for their race."

"As you command, Your Majesty. This plan will completely assimilate the Elven race on three levels: culture, faith, and bloodline. It is expected that within three generations, the name 'Elune' will only appear in history textbooks as an 'alias for the Heavenly Emperor'."

After dealing with these "trivial matters," Lin Feng felt somewhat bored.

For him, rule meant setting a goal and then watching "Pangu," this omnipotent supercomputer, mobilize the resources of the entire empire to achieve it. The process was precise and efficient, but it lacked surprises.

What other entertainment activities are planned for this afternoon?

"Your Majesty, according to your schedule, the Royal Orchestra from 'Vega' will present a holographic symphony concert for you at 'Sky Terrace'."

"knew."

Lin Feng's consciousness withdrew from the "Taiji Hall". He opened his eyes, and the throne automatically carried him out of the hall.