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Chapter 27: Emperor of the Borisins
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 07:22:50 +0000 UTC[To prevent Foxians from gaining excessive influence and creating a civilian-dominated system like the Song Dynasty's "emphasizing scholars over warriors," you implemented a series of policies.]
[Foxians could serve as civil officials—calculating data, drafting plans, offering suggestions, and handling documents—but they held no executive authority. In essence, they were reduced to clerks, accountants, and basic functionaries.]
[You didn't abolish slavery outright. You merely banned the most egregious practices, such as refining Foxians into elixirs or using them as blood sacrifices.]
[In your eyes, Foxians were excellent tools for maintaining your rule—not to be disposed of recklessly.]
[To force Foxians into relentless competition, you decreed that only those who passed rigorous selection processes to become officials, craftsmen, or researchers could shed their slave status. You even gave them a lofty title: Honorary Borisins.]
Solon couldn't help but wipe imaginary sweat from his brow.
As a transmigrator, he knew all too well the horrors of cutthroat competition.
The simulated "him" had clearly taken a page out of certain people's playbooks—stop being human. Terrifying.
[Your reforms inevitably stepped on many toes. Though Foxians and Borisins shared ancestral origins, Borisin tradition had long denied Foxians' humanity.]
[The more "enlightened" packs treated Foxians as cannon fodder—already an act of mercy. Backward, remote packs outright used them as sacrificial offerings or prey, slaughtering and hunting them for sport.]
[Now, your sudden bans on indiscriminate Foxian killings—and worse, elevating some Foxians' status—made you a heretic in the eyes of traditionalists.]
[Combined with your earlier abolition of the tribal elder council and purge of dissenters, you'd alienated nearly every major Borisin pack of significance.]
[Soon, they formed a massive rebel army to overthrow you.]
[Those who didn't join weren't necessarily loyal either. Most chose to watch from the sidelines.]
[On one side: rebels comprising nearly half the Borisin population. On the other: your lone warpack.]
[The rebel leader boasted: "Fifty billion against a mere hundred thousand? The advantage is undeniably ours!"]
[Then you refined them all into fuel in an instant.]
[After absorbing this terrifying surge of Abundance energy, your power skyrocketed to unimaginable heights.]
[Now, you could proudly declare: Beneath the Aeons, I am invincible!]
[Alas, the gap between Emanators and Aeons was so vast it might as well be dimensional. You couldn't exactly claim "trade one for an Aeon."]
[Only after refining fifty billion Borisins did you finally understand why Abundance factions could never coexist—enslavement and devouring were the natural order.]
Solon pondered deeply.
Abundance energy was inherently selfless and altruistic—too pure. Anyone who obtained it could assimilate it without side effects.
He even suspected that if Yaoshi, like Aha, poured all its power into a single insect, the insect wouldn't explode—it'd become an Aeon-level monstrosity.
Evidence? In "canon," Hoo'oh voluntarily gave the "Crimson Moon" (and his consciousness) to Feixiao to devour.
After overcoming Hoo'oh's will, Feixiao integrated the Abundance energy—comparable to an Emanator's reserves—with zero backlash.
She just went on a brief "drunken ramble," hugged March 7th's thigh, and snapped out of it.
Her loss of control was likely due to Hoo'oh's lingering consciousness.
Not only did Feixiao suffer no side effects, she even cured her own "lunar madness" in the process.
Anyone unaware would think she was the Abundance Emanator, not a Sky-Shattering General of the Hunt!
Unless Lan's mere glance somehow purged all Abundance corruption?
Solon filed the question away and refocused on the simulation.
[Now, no one could oppose your reforms.]
[Centuries later, the Borisins—transformed by your policies—advanced by leaps and bounds.]
[They had become a sprawling interstellar empire: the Pale Wolf Empire. Compared to the Third Shuhu Rebellion era, their overall strength had multiplied dozens of times over.]
[With advanced equipment, a disciplined military, and a complete industrial system, they were now a dire threat to the Xianzhou Alliance.]
[The Alliance repeatedly dispatched joint fleets from multiple ships to suppress your empire—only to suffer heavy losses each time.]
[They even sent multiple Sky-Shattering Generals on decapitation strikes. The most dangerous attempt involved Marshal Hua and three Xianzhou generals ambushing you simultaneously.]
[Thanks to your insane regeneration, you breezed through what should've been a fatal encounter.]
[Now, only an Aeon's direct intervention could kill you.]
[While the Xianzhou could theoretically beg Lan to act, the conditions were harsh—requiring Cloudpiercer Lens targeting, usually only viable for large-scale bombardments.]
[You weren't stupid. If you couldn't block it, you'd just leave. Your speed easily outpaced the lens' tracking.]
[Unless the Alliance went insane—sacrificing over three generals or Marshal Hua herself to pin you down for mutual destruction.]
[Which was impossible.]
[The Xianzhou's relentless justice had made them countless enemies. Beyond Abundance factions, the Antimatter Legion also eyed them covetously.]
[If the Alliance weakened significantly, their foes wouldn't miss the opportunity.]
[Thus, the Xianzhou could do little against you hereafter.]
[Personally, you felt no attachment to the Borisins—they were just tools. Your toxic relationship with Jingliu even left you without particular hatred for the Xianzhou.]
[Thus, the Pale Wolf Empire and Xianzhou Alliance maintained an uneasy, surface-level peace for an unusually long time.]
[Your power had plateaued. Without ascending to Aeonhood, qualitative leaps were near impossible.]
["I've worked so hard—can't I enjoy myself a little?"]
[With this mindset, you turned to indulgence.]
[Borisins loved hunting—especially Foxian prey.]
[You too loved "hunting"—your prey being Foxian beauties, your hunting ground the imperial harem.]
[Compared to wolf-headed Borisins, you naturally preferred enchanting fox girls. Even as a furry enthusiast, your tastes weren't that extreme.]
[As the saying goes: "Those above set the tone; those below exaggerate it."]
[Some Borisins began selectively breeding premium fox girls. Certain Foxian tribes renowned for their beauties gained newfound status—indirectly improving their overall treatment.]
