As more and more imperial pioneers poured into the Land of Light, a new, distorted colonial society was rapidly established there.
The core rule of this society is only one: absolute racism.
Skin color has become the sole criterion for measuring everything.
Yellow skin is the noblest, the skin color of "gods," and the color of rulers.
Other skin colors, whether the fair skin of elves, the bronze skin of dwarves, or the various skin colors of humans in the Land of Light, are all considered lowly, the colors of slaves.
After the fall of the largest human kingdom in the Land of Holy Light, its capital was transformed by the Empire into the new administrative center of the continent and renamed "New Chengtian City".
In the central square of the new Chengtian City, a golden statue of Lin Feng, hundreds of meters tall, was erected.
Beneath the statue, a striking slogan is inscribed in the imperial script:
“Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. Those who are not yellow-skinned will all be enslaved.”
This supreme decree from the emperor became the golden rule followed by all pioneers on this land.
They take pride in their yellow skin and consider the enslavement and mistreatment of other races as a matter of course.
On the streets of Xinchengtian City, one can see this scene everywhere:
A drunken Imperial pioneer, simply because a human slave who was guiding him was walking a little slower, drew a dagger from his waist and plunged it into the slave's heart without hesitation.
The slave lay in a pool of blood, convulsing as he died.
The pioneer, however, stepped over his corpse as if it were an ant, completely unconcerned.
The other pioneers around him turned a blind eye to this, and some even cheered for him.
Because, in their view, killing a lowly slave was not a crime at all.
The fate of the captured foreign women was even more tragic.
They were treated as commodities, openly bought, sold, and displayed in slave markets.
The most expensive, of course, are the young and beautiful elven virgins.
They are the ultimate collectibles that every pioneer dreams of.
A high-quality elven female slave can cost more than a luxurious manor.
Those who can possess elven female slaves are among the most successful pioneers.
They would flaunt their elven female slaves at various social events as if they were showing off their luxury goods.
In those luxurious clubs built specifically for pioneers, all sorts of parties are often held.
They would even use their female slaves as stakes in card games.
Tonight, you lost, and your dwarf slave girl is mine.
Tomorrow, if I lose, my human female slave will be yours.
The darkest and ugliest aspects of human nature are magnified infinitely in this land that has lost all legal and moral constraints.
The pioneers were so immersed in this extravagant and decadent lifestyle that they could not extricate themselves.
They were once ordinary people at the very bottom of the world, on Earth and in the Empire, and they were oppressed and exploited.
Now, they have transformed into high-ranking, superior people.
This stark contrast in their identities gave them a morbid sense of pleasure.
They vented all the repression and discontent they had suffered on these poor foreign slaves.
They want to completely pull these spirits, who were once as beautiful and noble as "gods" in their eyes, down from their pedestals and trample them into the dirtiest swamp.
They want to use this method to prove their nobility and the superiority of their yellow skin.
But in this chaotic and dark land, there was resistance.
Deep in the Black Forest, in the underground ruins of the Dwarf Kingdom, and in the border mountains of the Human Kingdom, sporadic resistance groups still operate.
Composed of warriors from the three surviving races, they lurked in the shadows like ghosts, hunting down lone Imperial pioneers with the most primitive traps and guerrilla tactics.
Every successful ambush filled them with jubilation.
However, they all understood that it was all in vain.
Their resistance was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of the vast Holy Star Empire.
The empire's colony ships continued to descend from the sky, bringing more yellow-skinned "masters".
All they brought was a deeper despair.
Wang Hao, 35 years old, a citizen with third-class merit in the Empire.
Before he transmigrated to this world, he was an ordinary assembly line worker in a third-tier city on Earth, China.
His life can be summed up in one sentence: repetitive, numb, and hopeless.
Every day, I wake up to the piercing sound of a bell, squeeze onto a bus for an hour, and head to that factory filled with the smell of engine oil. Then, on the assembly line, I perform the same mechanical actions I've repeated tens of thousands of times.
After get off work, I would return to my rented room, which was less than 30 square meters, eat a bowl of instant noodles, look at the unattainable world of extravagance on my phone, and fall into a deep sleep.
He doesn't have a girlfriend because he can't afford the exorbitant dowry or the suffocating house.
His life was like a never-ending assembly line, with the end in sight.
Until Lin Feng appeared, everything changed.
He became an ordinary citizen of the Holy Star Empire.
With the strength and hard-working spirit he had honed in the factory before his transmigration, he found a job assembling military machinery in the Empire's "War Preparedness Logistics Department".
This job is tough, but he works very hard.
Because the empire is fair. Every effort you make will be precisely recorded as merit points by the AI "Pangu".
Over the course of five years, through his own hard work, he managed to elevate his citizenship to the rank of "Third-Class Merit".
He was allocated a two-bedroom apartment in a second-tier city of the empire.
He even managed to marry a woman who was also an ordinary citizen through the imperial allocation system.
He is already very content.
He felt that his life now was ten thousand times better than it was on Earth.
However, when he saw the "Decree on Land Reclamation," he realized how ridiculous his previous "satisfaction" had been.
"Ten square kilometers of land...twenty male slaves...five female slaves..."
Wang Hao stared at the edict on the screen, counting the zeros at the end over and over again.
His breathing became incredibly heavy, and his heart pounded violently, as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
"Husband...is this...is this real?" His wife, Zhang Lan, also looked incredulous.
"It's true!" Wang Hao suddenly jumped up from the sofa, waving his fists as if he were going crazy!
"This is His Majesty's grace! It's our chance to rise to the top!"
Without any hesitation, he submitted his application to join the Trail Blazers that same day.
Thanks to his "Third-Class Merit" status, his application was approved immediately.
He sold the house he had just been allocated and converted all his savings into Imperial Credits.
Then, he boarded a transport ship bound for the New World with his wife.
The transport ship was packed with people.
Everyone's face, like Wang Hao's, wore an almost manic excitement and anticipation.
They discussed how to plan their land in the new world, whether the elven slave girl was really as beautiful as the legends said, and their dreamlike new life that was about to begin.
After a week of interstellar travel, the transport ship finally arrived at its destination—the former site of the elven kingdom of "Windwhisperer's Forest".
When Wang Hao stepped out of the cabin and onto this land, he was stunned by the sight before him.
Although most of the forest has been burned to ashes by the war, one can still glimpse its former beauty and abundance from the surviving towering trees and clear streams.
The air was filled with a refreshing fragrance of grass and trees, and the energy concentration, or "spiritual energy," here was far richer than in the empire's homeland.
Just by taking a deep breath, Wang Hao felt his body, which had been working hard for years, feel much lighter.
“My God… this place is simply paradise…” his wife Zhang Lan murmured to herself.
Soon, imperial officials began processing the handover procedures for these first settlers.
Wang Hao received a portable smart terminal, which displayed his personal information, the specific coordinates of the land he was assigned, and the serial number for his "Pioneer Starting Gift Pack".
“Pioneer, Mr. Wang Hao,” a uniformed Imperial official said to him with a smile, “your land is located in the ‘Green Valley’ in the east. It was once the manor of an elven nobleman, with fertile land and abundant water. Now, it belongs to you.”
"Also, this is your 'starting gift pack'. Please confirm your fingerprint and iris scan here."
Wang Hao reached out with trembling hands and pressed the confirmation screen.
"Confirmation complete. Mr. Wang Hao, from this moment forward, the male slaves numbered S-3701 to S-3720, and the female slaves numbered F-1101 to F-1105, are yours. Their lives and wills are entirely under your control."
After speaking, the official waved to a huge temporary "slave camp" enclosed by alloy fences not far away.
Soon, a demon overseer, over two meters tall and wielding an electromagnetic whip, led twenty-five ragged, expressionless prisoners of war over.
Leading the way were twenty male slaves.
Among them were humans, dwarves, and elves.
They were all physically strong, but at this moment, their faces were filled with fear and despair.
Around their necks were metal collars exactly the same as the ones Wang Hao had seen in the news.
Behind them were five women.
When Wang Hao saw the faces of the five women clearly, his breath caught in his throat.
Leading the way were two human girls. Although they were thin and pale, their delicate features were still discernible.
In the middle is a voluptuous dwarf woman with an indomitable stubbornness on her face.
Finally, there were two elven girls.
Wang Hao's mind went blank with a buzz.
He finally saw the legendary elves with his own eyes.
They were more beautiful than he had ever seen in any video footage.
Their skin was as white as the finest mutton-fat jade, and their features were so exquisite that they seemed to be the most perfect masterpiece of the gods. Their long, pointed ears added an indescribable air of sanctity and allure to them.
At this moment, although their faces were filled with humiliation and sorrow, this only made them appear more pitiful and further aroused the most primal desires of men to conquer and destroy.
"These...all of these...are...all mine?"
Wang Hao felt his throat was incredibly dry.
“Yes, Mr. Wang Hao.” The official maintained his professional smile. “They are all your private property. You can do whatever you want with them. Imperial law will fully guarantee your right to dispose of your property.”
Looking at the twenty-five beings before him, who had once been "intelligent life" just like him, and seeing the deep fear in their eyes, Wang Hao fell silent.
Before his time travel, as an oppressed low-level worker, he had also dreamed of fairness and justice.
However, at this moment.
When he stands in a position where he can arbitrarily control the fate of others.
When he saw two breathtakingly beautiful elven girls trembling because of his words and glances, an unprecedented and indescribable sense of satisfaction and power surged through him like the most potent drug!
fair?
justice?
Fuck it!
I've been tightening screws on an assembly line for over ten years!
I've been a lowly ant on Earth for over thirty years!
Now, it's my turn to be the boss!
This is what I deserve!
Wang Hao's eyes changed instantly, becoming cold, greedy, and filled with the unquestionable authority of a master.
He walked up to the group of slaves, reached out, and roughly grabbed the chin of one of the elven girls with long flaxen hair, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.
A tear of humiliation flashed in the girl's eyes, but she ultimately dared not resist.
"What's your name?" Wang Hao asked in a commanding tone.
“Vivian,” the girl’s voice was like a bell in the wind, beautiful, yet full of trembling.
“Very good.” Wang Hao revealed a sinister smile.
He turned to his wife, Zhang Lan, and loudly announced:
"Wife! We're rich!"
Looking at her husband's face, which was contorted with extreme excitement, and then at the slaves waiting to be disposed of like livestock, Zhang Lan felt no discomfort. Instead, a great sense of triumph welled up in her heart.
Yes, we've struck it rich.
We are no longer who we used to be.
A golden age has arrived, belonging to Wang Hao, and to millions of ordinary citizens of the empire like him.
Wang Hao brought his "assets" to his "Green Valley".
As the official said, this was once the estate of an elven nobleman. Although it was damaged in the war, the main building—a beautiful treehouse built on a huge ancient tree—is still largely intact.
The treehouse's design is full of the unique artistic sense of the elves, blending seamlessly with nature. The interior space is far more spacious and luxurious than Wang Hao's small two-bedroom apartment in the capital.
"My God...we're living here?" Zhang Lan, the wife, stroked the wall carved from a single piece of living wood, feeling as if she were dreaming.
“That’s right!” Wang Hao waved his hand, full of pride. “From today onwards, this is our home!”
The first thing to do after settling in was to "establish rules" for the slaves.
Although Wang Hao had never been a slave owner, he downloaded many "New Pioneers Slave Management Manuals" from the Imperial Network.
He summoned twenty male slaves to the open grassy area in front of the treehouse.
Among these male slaves, the elves were physically weak but skilled in delicate work, the dwarves were strong and natural laborers, while the human slaves were the most mediocre, but they were obedient.
Wang Hao cleared his throat and, mimicking the tone of the manual, announced in a cold voice:
"From this day forward, your lives are mine! I will give you life, and you will live! I will kill you, and you will die!"
"You have no names, only numbers! From left to right, humans are A-1 to A-8, dwarves are b-1 to b-6, and elves are c-1 to c-6!"
“The daily work will be assigned by my wife, your mistress! Anyone who dares to slack off or fail to complete their tasks…” Wang Hao pulled out a high-energy stun baton issued by the Empire from his waist and slammed it onto the ground!
Snap!
The blue arc of electricity exploded with a loud bang, scorching the ground black.
The slaves trembled with fear and lowered their heads even further.
"...This is the consequence!" Wang Hao looked at their terrified expressions with satisfaction. He knew that the first step in establishing his authority had been successful.
In the days that followed, Wang Hao and Zhang Lan lived a life of extravagance that they could never have dreamed of back on Earth.
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