The "Crown of Nothingness," this ultimate palace suspended in the core quadrant of the empire and composed of unknowable matter, is Lin Feng's private domain. Here, there is no cold metal or flashing data streams; instead, there is a bizarre and extravagantly luxurious scene of "life."
The palace grounds are paved with a living crystal, warm and smooth as jade, capable of sensing and responding to emotions. When one feels fear, it reveals a deep, dark blue; when one feels sorrow, it flows with silvery veins. At this moment, beneath the feet of the three peerless beauties of Demacia, this land is shrouded in a chaotic yet "beautiful" hue, interwoven with fear, humiliation, and anger.
Floating in the air are energy spores, like dandelions, emitting a faint glow. These are "air purifiers" collected by Lin Feng from the ruins of a destroyed civilization that fed on spiritual energy. They feed on negative emotions and then emit a strange fragrance that soothes the mind and relaxes the body. This is an extreme cruelty—using the suffering of the victims to create the most comfortable environment for the perpetrators.
At the center of the main hall stands a constantly shifting hot spring, formed from pure life energy. Within its waters grow "Soul Lotuses," transplanted from Ionia and now completely transformed by the "Fallen Holy Light." They are no longer holy; their petals possess an eerie purplish-black hue, emanating a fragrance that tempts and corrupts hearts.
This is Lin Feng's "garden," a sinful Eden meticulously constructed from the remnants of countless civilizations and the wails of elites.
Lux, Fiora, and Sona were brought here. Their humiliating silver silk robes, under the omnipresent energy field of the "Garden," became even more transparent, barely concealing their perfect bodies trembling slightly with shame and cold. Everything they were so proud of—Lux's power of light, Fiora's unparalleled swordsmanship, Sona's soulful lyre music—was like a caged eagle, firmly bound by invisible shackles, unable to unleash its full potential.
Just as their despair was about to reach its peak, Lin Feng appeared.
He didn't descend from the heavens like a god, but rather emerged slowly from a path deep within the "garden," like an ordinary man who had just finished a long day's work and was preparing to go home to rest. The black royal robe he wore, a symbol of supreme divine authority woven from concepts, had been removed, replaced by loose, comfortable white casual clothes. His eyes, which could pierce the universe and survey the river of time, now held back all their divine brilliance, becoming deep and serene, like those of an elegant nobleman admiring his collection.
However, it is precisely this "ordinariness" that brings about the most extreme terror.
He was no longer the lofty, incomprehensible abstract "God-Emperor," but a living, breathing "man" with human desires. This made their impending fate both incredibly clear and utterly repulsive.
Lin Feng's gaze, like a spring breeze across a lake, swept over the three stunning beauties of Marcia in turn. His eyes held a pure, undisguised admiration and possessiveness.
"Relax, my beautiful ladies," he said in a gentle, even magnetic voice. "From today onward, this is your 'new home.' You no longer need to think about those boring wars, honors, and responsibilities. The only thing you need to learn is how to...survive here."
He walked up to Lux, who was trembling the most from fear. He didn't touch her, but simply reached out and plucked a ruby-like, translucent fruit from a strange plant nearby.
"Are you hungry?" He held the fruit to Lux's lips. "This is the 'Forget-Me-Not Fruit,' which comes from a subsidiary plane in the Andromeda Galaxy. It tastes very sweet and can make you temporarily forget all your troubles."
Lux bit her lip, shaking her head desperately, tears welling in her eyes. She knew this was no kindness, but the whisper of the devil. Once she ate this fruit, perhaps even her last remaining feelings of hatred and sorrow would be taken away.
"Oh? You don't want to?" Lin Feng's smile remained unchanged, but his voice carried a chilling undertone. "Gaia, connect to Hera-7 mining planet, real-time image of work area C-137, increase the workload of worker numbered dm-G-0001 by 200%."
A giant water mirror appeared in front of Lux in an instant.
In the water mirror was her brother, Garen.
The once mighty and majestic Demacian force, like the sun god, is now ragged and covered in bloody welts from being whipped by overseers and charred from being burned by ore.
He was working alongside thousands of other numb Demacian men in a mine filled with toxic gases and intense radiation, using the most primitive tools to dig out a ore that gleamed with a dangerous light. His movements had become incredibly slow from the long hours of labor, and each swing of his pickaxe seemed to drain all his strength.
Just then, the numbered brand on his wrist suddenly lit up with a blinding red light. A powerful electric current instantly coursed through his body, causing him to let out a painful groan and collapse heavily to his knees. A ferocious Imperial overseer wielding an energy whip walked over and stomped hard on his head.
"Useless! His Majesty the Divine Emperor has given you the opportunity to work, and you dare to slack off!" The overseer's angry roar came clearly through the water mirror.
"No...no...brother!" Lux cried out in heart-wrenching despair. Unable to hold back any longer, she suddenly opened her mouth and put the "Forget-Me-Not Fruit" in Lin Feng's hand, along with his finger, into her mouth.
The fruit melted in her mouth, and an indescribable, sweet warmth instantly flowed into her limbs and bones. Her nerves were paralyzed in an instant, and the deep-seated fear and sorrow seemed to be soothed by an external force. Her body involuntarily relaxed.
"That's right." Lin Feng withdrew his finger with satisfaction and gently wiped Lux's lips with his other hand.
“Remember this feeling, Laxana. Here, submission is your only, and best, option. Now, go to the hot springs over there and wash yourselves clean. Later, I need you to sing me a Demacian hymn…
Lux's eyes became somewhat glazed over, but her body moved uncontrollably, like a marionette, toward the hot spring that exuded an aura of decadence.
Lin Feng's gaze shifted to Fiona.
Even in this situation, this peerless swordswoman still held her head high, her eyes like unsheathed swords, staring intently at him.
“I love your eyes.” Lin Feng walked up to her, so close they could feel each other’s breath. “They’re filled with an indomitable, proud soul. The lament of such a soul when it’s utterly conquered and crushed must be… exceptionally beautiful.”
"Don't even think about it!" Fiona spat out the words through gritted teeth. "The Laurent family would rather die than suffer such humiliation!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Lin Feng chuckled and summoned the water mirror again.
This time, the scene no longer depicts a mining planet, but an extremely luxurious hall filled with imperial nobles. At the center of the hall stands a massive auction stage. And chained to the stage are Fiona's once incredibly powerful father, and all the core members of the Laurent family.
"Distinguished guests!" The auctioneer's voice was full of fervor. "Today, we are auctioning off a very special group of 'slaves'! They were once one of the oldest noble families in Demacia, the Laurent family! They understand the most complex aristocratic etiquette and possess the most stubborn pride! What an interesting experience it would be to buy them and have them polish your boots and clean your stables!"
"Now! Patriarch of the Laurent family, starting bid: one thousand Imperial Credits!"
This price isn't even enough to buy the most ordinary pet in the Empire. This is a blatant and utter humiliation.
Fiona's body trembled violently. She could bear her own death, but she could not bear to see her family's honor trampled upon like this.
“Now, Fiona,” Lin Feng’s voice was like a devil’s pact, “kneel down and use your mouth to take off my shoes. For every second you hesitate, your father’s price will drop by one hundred credits. If it drops to zero and no one still buys it… you know the rules, he will be ‘dealt with’ on the spot.”
For the first time, struggle and pain were revealed in Fiona's eyes. Her steely will cracked in the face of the shackles of family ties.
Finally, just as the auctioneer was about to bring down the gavel for the third time, her proud knees slowly bent. She closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down from the corners of her unwilling eyes, dripping onto the cold crystal floor that reflected her humiliation.
"Very good." Lin Feng dismissed the water mirror as if he had accomplished a trivial task, and without even asking her to continue, he waved his hand to disperse it. "Go, with Lux. You two pearls of Demacia should have a good 'exchange' of feelings."
Fiona, utterly dejected, walked towards the hot springs. Her pride, at that moment, was completely shattered.
Finally, Lin Feng's gaze fell on Sona, the fairy of lyre who had remained silent throughout, only looking at him with those sorrowful eyes as vast as the stars and the sea.
He didn't use any threats against Sona. Because he knew that the most effective way to deal with such a work of art, whose heart was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, was not destruction, but... pollution.
He slowly sat down on a recliner woven from living vines by the hot spring. He picked up a wine cup, carved from a single star core and filled with purple nectar, from a small jade table beside him.
"Come here," he commanded Sona in an unquestionable tone.
Sona trembled, but still obediently walked up to him.
"I've heard that your lips are sweeter than the most luscious morning dew in Ionia," Lin Feng said softly, looking at her lips, which were as delicate as cherry blossom petals. "Now, let's prove it."
Sona was stunned; she didn't understand what this meant.
Lin Feng didn't explain. He simply downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. Then, he grasped Sona's chin and pressed his lips to hers.
A scent brimming with exotic fruit aromas and strong alcohol instantly flooded Sona's mouth. She tried to struggle, but Lin Feng's strength was irresistible. She could only passively endure it all.
“Now,” Lin Feng released her, looking at her beautiful face, flushed red with shame and indignation, “it’s your turn.”
He picked up the wine jug and poured the purple nectar into Sona's mouth until it was completely filled, with even a little bit sliding down her smooth chin.
Then, he leaned back slightly in the recliner, closed his eyes, and said in a languid yet absolutely commanding tone:
"Feed me."
This single word, like the heaviest iron hammer, slammed heavily into Sona's soul.
She was speechless, unable to resist. She looked at the man before her, who had his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying it all, feeling the spicy yet sweet liquid in her mouth, and at herself, completely powerless and helpless beneath the silver silk robe.
She knew she had no choice. The fate of her only relative, her adoptive mother, Mrs. Atwal, rested entirely on this man's whims.
Sorrowful tears, like pearls from a broken string, rolled down her empty eyes. Slowly, she lowered her head, and with a posture filled with despair and humiliation, brought her lips to the lips of the man who had decided the fate of the entire world.
As the nectar, a blend of the girl's fragrance and the salty taste of her tears, slowly flowed down his throat, a truly joyful and human smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips.
At this moment, he was not the ruthless god-emperor who strategized and viewed all living beings as mere data. He was simply an ordinary man who had completely unleashed his desire for conquest and possession.
This shedding of divinity, immersing oneself in the most primal pleasures of conquering the strong and trampling on the beautiful, gave him an unprecedented and immense spiritual satisfaction.
Just then, a black, ghostly figure appeared silently in the shadows of the hall.
It is Li Yao, the "Shadow Apostle".
"Your Majesty the God-Emperor," her voice was cold and respectful, "the First Apostle has sent the latest battle report on Noxus."
Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, the languor and satisfaction in his eyes fading away in an instant, returning to the unfathomable, cold starry sky.
He gently pushed aside Sona, who was already limp beside him, as if he were pushing aside an empty, exquisite wine glass.
"explain."
"Noxus's main army has been completely annihilated in the Plains of Sorrow. Swain, the strategist commander, attempted to unleash the demonic power within him in the final battle at the Immortal Fortress, hoping to perish together with the First Apostle, but was suppressed on the spot. He has now been captured alive and imprisoned in the Stasis Prison of the Throne of Calamity."
"LeBlanc of the Black Rose escaped using some unknown spatial magic after the assassination attempt failed, and her current whereabouts are unknown."
"'The Ominous Blade' Katarina du Korkao has been captured by the First Apostle and rated as an 'S-class tribute'. She is currently being sent to the 'Crown of Nothingness'."
"Currently, all organized resistance forces throughout Noxus have been eliminated. Only a few scattered lords and tribes in remote areas are still putting up a last-ditch resistance."
“Very good.” Lin Feng nodded, showing no surprise. This was all part of his calculations. “Irelia did well. But what I want is more than just conquest.”
His gaze swept over the three Demacian women in the hall who were either mentally broken or on the verge of collapse.
"What I want is a thorough, deep-seated 'transformation'."
He stood up and walked back to the enormous star map that displayed the entire Runeterra holographic map.
"Send my message to Irelia."
"The first phase, 'military conquest,' has ended. Now, we begin the second phase, the 'civilization eradication' plan."
His voice was cold, yet carried a fanatical passion unique to experimenters.
"I want you to completely destroy Noxus's social system, which is centered on 'power,' from its very foundation."
“All Noxian men will be divided according to their ‘power’ level. The strongest, like Darius, will be publicly executed. I will make all Noxian people watch as their worshipped symbols of ‘power’ are killed like dogs without a doubt. I will crush their ridiculous beliefs with absolute, higher-dimensional power.”
"The next best ones will be sent to the conversion factory to become the next batch of 'natural disaster soldiers.' Let them use their own hands to slaughter their stubborn compatriots who are still resisting."
"The rest were all reduced to the lowest class of slaves and sent to various colonies of the empire to perform endless labor."
"As for the women of Noxus..." Lin Feng's lips curled into a cruel smile, "Don't the women of Noxus also admire strength? Aren't there many powerful female warriors and lords?"
“Very well. Then let them use their ‘power’ to please the Imperial soldiers. Hold a grand ‘gladiator’ competition. Let these Noxian women kill each other in the arena for the chance to be ‘favored’ by Imperial soldiers for one night. The victors can live and become playthings. The losers will be executed on the spot.”
"I want to make 'power' the cheapest, most pathetic, and most humiliating word in Noxus."
"Finally," Lin Feng's gaze fell on the map, on the magnificent, iron-blooded immortal fortress, "transform the immortal fortress into an... 'art gallery'."
"The bodies of all executed Noxian heroes will be preserved as specimens and displayed. The beautiful moments of all captured Noxian women will be recorded using 'Memory Crystals' and played on a loop."
"I want to turn this once glorious symbol of Noxus into a monument of shame that will forever serve as a warning to the universe, a record of how they were conquered and trampled upon by us."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Divine Emperor." Li Yao's figure once again merged into the shadows and disappeared.
Lin Feng's command will be transmitted to the "Throne of Calamity" at a speed exceeding the speed of light. A complete castration of the spirit and culture of the entire Noxian civilization, far more cruel than a simple massacre, is about to begin.
Lin Feng turned around and looked at Lux and Fiora, who were huddled together in the hot spring like soulless dolls, and Sona, who was lying at his feet with empty eyes.
He knew that soon, his "garden" would be adorned with several wilder, thornier "black roses" from Noxus.
For example, that red-haired female assassin with eyes like a wildcat.
The process of taming her will surely bring a different kind of... unique pleasure.
His gaze returned to the star map. Noxus and Demacia, the two most powerful empires on the continent, were already his.
Next up, will it be Piltover's intriguing "Hextech"? Or Freljord's primal and powerful "demigod power"? Or perhaps... the delectable "death energy" on the Shadow Isles?
For him, the entire Runeterra was like a giant buffet table filled with all sorts of different ingredients.
And he had only just begun to enjoy his...appetizer.
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