Unlimited Ambition

Oh, that sounds pretty good. Is this really a negative effect?

Seeing my nonchalant attitude, the green-haired girl angrily punched me. Then she stood up and said, "See me out. I'm leaving. Your subordinates must be getting impatient."

"Wait, you said you're leaving? Leaving this place?" I asked.

Green Hair nodded and said, "That's right, I came here to sign a contract with you. Now that the contract is signed, I should go."

"Is it okay if we don't leave?" I asked.

The green-haired woman smiled and said, "I didn't realize you were such a thoughtful little devil."

I sighed softly and said, "If you want to leave, I really can't stop you now. But there are some things I need to make clear to you beforehand."

The green-haired woman nodded, indicating that I could speak.

I stood up and looked her straight in the eye: "I'm a very petty, very stingy man. Before this, it was fine. I wouldn't say anything. But after this, I don't want anyone to sign any contracts with you anymore."

"Oh? You little brat, you really are..." The green-haired woman suddenly laughed, seemingly not taking my words seriously.

“Remember this, this is me, the Wolf King of the Far North, speaking to you.” I snorted coldly. “When we meet again, I will have the power to keep you here. Also, if you disobey my orders and sign a contract with someone else, I will kill that person, absolutely.”

The green-haired woman's expression turned ugly, and she looked at me with a very complicated expression.

"Also, even without a contract, you cannot change your mind. If you dare to do so, I will kill him and lock you up," I added.

"You've gone too far, kid," the green-haired woman finally snapped.

I shook my head and said, "I don't think it's excessive. Of course, I'm not completely unreasonable either. It's like when you go to a coffee shop and a waiter comes up to you and asks, 'Miss, what would you like?'"

You said you wanted a pizza. Then the male waiter said they only sold coffee and asked you not to cause trouble. I wouldn't interfere with that kind of interaction.

In the end, I parted on bad terms with the green-haired woman. That damn woman wouldn't even tell me her name, just some random CC. What the hell?! Are you a bottle of orange juice?

When they saw CC and I walking out side by side, looking quite intimate, the subordinates waiting outside the door were utterly astonished. Except for Guo Fengxiao, that bastard had a look on his face that said, "Boss, you've finally gotten it," which almost made me kill him.

Only when the night was deep and quiet, lying alone in bed reflecting on the day's events, did I realize how unbelievable it all was. The power I received from CC was far more astonishing than I had imagined. And... if that woman really didn't take my warning seriously...

Humph……

Chapter Eleven: Five Years Later, the Story Begins

Time suddenly jumped to five years later, mainly because nothing major happened during those years.

CC, that green-haired woman, vanished without a trace and never came back to see me again. If it weren't for the power she left behind, I would have almost forgotten about her.

That Geass seems incredibly useful to me. With the power of a king, it can alter one's aura, allowing me to change how others perceive me, according to my own will.

In this way, even without studying logic or rhetoric, every one of my speeches can win me tremendous applause.

To idealists, I am a great man who can make the world a better place. To realists, I am a leader who can bring them a better life. To soldiers, I am an excellent commander who will definitely lead them to victory. To officials, I am a discerning talent scout worthy of their loyalty.

Of course, even without this Geass, I would still be this kind of person.

However, this Geass has a minor drawback. It only works on those who are friendly or neutral towards me. It's completely ineffective against those who are hostile. Otherwise, I could simply travel south and quell the internal conflicts within the Federation. A trip to the EU and the Federation could be renamed the Eurasian Union. A trip to Britannia and the world would be unified in a happy ending. Why go through all this trouble?

However, even so, this Geass brought me unimaginable benefits. The entire Northeast Military Region was united and developed rapidly. Corrupt and incompetent officials were completely eliminated—as long as they weren't affected by my Geass, they could be put on file for investigation. They definitely had problems.

The economic reforms proceeded smoothly without any obstacles and were extended to the entire Central Plains and Jiangnan regions. The Chinese Federation began to regain its vitality.

Of course, those bastards in the south don't get this treatment.

The old codger has firmly secured his position as prime minister. Over the past few years, the voices of the eunuch faction interfering in politics have almost disappeared. Of course, another reason is that I brainwashed them with Geass. Let these useless fools just laze around and wait to die. Find a place to hide and stop embarrassing themselves.

Internationally, the Emperor of the Britannian Empire has suddenly gone mad. Recently, he has entrusted all state affairs to his eldest son, Odysseus, who is acting as regent.

Odysseus was utterly useless, his abilities were shockingly mediocre. Therefore, the one who truly held power was the second prince, Schneize.

It seems this guy is going to be a major rival on my way forward.

Having learned from its previous experience, the EU constructed a massive defensive line along the Ural Mountains. General Maginot, who oversaw its construction, proudly named it the Maginot Line. He declared that, with sufficient troops, the Chinese Federation would need to sacrifice at least ten million soldiers to breach it. Such outrageous boasting is simply outrageous; he's not afraid of his words backfiring.

Consequently, for a period of time, the Chinese Federation's technology departments (mainly Lakshata) suffered unprecedented exploitation. The main reason was that I demanded they develop mechs and supporting equipment capable of traversing the entire Arctic Ocean during the polar night within a short period, ensuring that at least 500,000 troops remained intact and maintained a certain level of combat capability.

As a result, the researchers were incredibly unlucky (mainly due to Lakshta). They worked themselves to the bone for six months, but the results were still unsatisfactory. It seemed that if they continued, this group would be ruined. Although I was unwilling, I had no choice but to give up.

Forget it, let's take it slow. Or maybe we should deal with those bastards in the south first.

Besides that, there is another thing that particularly interests me, namely the Eleventh District established in Brittany.

In previous negotiations, the other side had clearly agreed to designate Area 11 as a "demilitarized zone," retaining only a minimal military force.

I never expected these bastards to turn their backs on me after conquering the Japanese archipelago. Not only did they use the pretext of "sweeping away the remnants of the Japanese government army" to reduce their troop presence instead of increasing it, but they also deliberately sent a prince to serve as the governor of the 11th district. Are they deliberately trying to disgust me?

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent a protest, but those bastards turned around and accused the government's remnants of the Communist Party of China of being difficult to eradicate precisely because of the Federation's aid. They claimed the responsibility should lie with us.

Damn it! You think wiping out a few remnants of the rebels requires millions of Breton troops? Tens of thousands of new "Sarand" mechs? Are you kidding me?!

However, after a few encounters with Prince Kurovice, I felt a little more at ease. It seemed this art-loving prince didn't possess the same extraordinary abilities as Hitler. To rise from a vagrant to conquer and establish the EU Federation—that's more like wishful thinking than a fantasy novel.

In contrast, Kulovis, aside from being a decent oil painter, was practically useless. Millions of elite troops were utterly humiliated by a bunch of Japanese rabble. A cowardly soldier leads to a cowardly army.

After several consecutive failures, I gradually relaxed my scrutiny of him. I secretly hoped he could remain governor for a few more years, ideally for life, until my army wiped him out.

But fate always likes to play tricks. My prayers hadn't even faded when Clovis was assassinated.

"Dead?" I asked.

“That’s right. It’s said that it was the Japanese resistance organization that did it. The bullet went through his brain, and he was dead beyond any doubt,” Cheng Zhongde replied.

It's a real shame; sometimes a lousy opponent is more useful than a hundred good teammates. I'm a little disappointed.

But since we're already dead, let's just let us die.

"And who will succeed him as governor?" I then asked.

"It hasn't been officially confirmed yet. An acting governor has only been temporarily chosen, a guy named Jeremiah," Zhongde continued his report.

“Jeremiah… I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before.” I tapped my head. Hmm, I couldn’t quite remember. Aside from Orange.

“Yes, this is the officer who sabotaged the plan to blow up Mount Fuji back then. It was from that time that he began his meteoric rise. His radical views are very popular among the Pureblood faction. He himself is also a high-ranking officer of the Pureblood faction,” Zhongde continued his report.

After thinking for a moment, he added, "This person wasn't very shrewd. Unable to catch the real culprit, he just randomly found a Japanese person who was present at the time to take the blame. Speaking of which, that Japanese person's identity was quite special."

"Oh? Tell me about it," I asked.

"That's Suzaku Kuchiki, the only son of former Japanese Prime Minister Genbu Kuchiki. He joined the Britannian army a couple of years ago and became an honorary Britannian." Zhongde finished speaking and curled his lip, clearly showing extreme disdain for this guy.

What a scoundrel! I knew he was awful when I found out years ago that he killed his father, but I never imagined he'd be this awful. But that's usually how it ends for lackeys. Nothing to worry about.

I nodded to indicate that I remembered. Then I stood up and looked at the huge military map nailed to the wall. I let out a soft breath.

Perhaps this is an opportunity...

"Zhongde!"

"Your subordinate is here."

"Notify the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of my deepest condolences for the assassination of the Governor of the Eleventh District. I also strongly condemn the terrorists. Furthermore, I will be traveling to the Eleventh District in the coming days to attend Prince Kurovice's funeral!"

"Your subordinate obeys." Cheng Yu hesitated, seemingly unimpressed by my personal trip to the Japanese archipelago.

I chuckled and said, "If I miss this opportunity, I'll have to wait until another governor of Japan dies before I can set foot in Japan again."

Cheng Yu also knew that it was a legitimate reason to send the fleet to the Japanese archipelago. This was indeed a good opportunity. However, he disagreed with my decision to personally take the risk. He advised me that sending a representative would be just as effective, and there was no need for me to go myself.

What this guy said makes a lot of sense; I'm probably the most afraid of death among all the people I know. But: "Do you think you can just send any envoy and get the entire North Sea Fleet to escort him? Even a fool would see something's wrong if that were the case."

“But… my lord, your health is of utmost importance, this is truly, truly…” Seeing my stubbornness, Cheng Yu was worried. He was about to persuade me again, but I sighed deeply. I stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

Geass starts.

"Your Majesty is wise and virtuous, your literary and martial talents have unified the martial world, may you enjoy eternal bliss and longevity, and may the Star Immortal's power be boundless..." Cheng Zhongde immediately changed his expression, bowed his head, and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

But what's wrong with the last sentence?

Once my plan was uploaded, the old man (who was now over fifty and truly old) hesitated for a moment, repeatedly telling me to be careful. He then assigned me a group of elite Imperial Guards as bodyguards. After that, he agreed.

It's true what they say, doing it yourself is different from doing it yourself. If my father were still alive, he wouldn't have asked me to go even if he were dead.

I pouted in dissatisfaction. Afterwards, I chatted with the two guards leading the group, Dian Wei and Xu Chu.

Although I hadn't seen them for a year, they hadn't neglected their training. Dian Wei had gotten even stronger, and Xu Chu had gained even more weight. After looking at me, they didn't say anything, just chuckled foolishly. Annoyed, I went over and gave them both a flick on the forehead.

With these two top-notch bodyguards, I felt much more confident about this trip to Japan. However, one piece of news they brought made me feel a little troubled.

It seems that the Lolita Emperor is, perhaps, possibly, or maybe he is.

Oh.

what? !

That's impossible! I always wear a condom!

To be honest, my relationship with the Loli Emperor officially began a year ago, when the Loli was already twelve years old and could barely eat. Although she looked almost the same as when I first returned to Northeast China, I asked the palace matrons and they said she had already had her first period.

I did some thinking at the time. Although the emperor's attributes were top-notch, in a few years, the "loli" phase would expire, and she'd regress into a "maiden." Then, even if I wanted to try the "loli" thing, it wouldn't be possible. So, if I didn't take advantage of it now, when would I?

So, during the New Year's party, I gave the little girl a small amount of alcohol. And then...

Fortunately, the little girl grew up with me. Under my strict protection, any insects that approached her were crushed to death (like a certain star spirit, whose bones are now nowhere to be found). So the little girl is devoted to me. After I ate her, I waited a few years until she came of age so I could come and propose marriage.

I'm also really into this gorgeous loli. I've been working really hard on her during the month-long New Year celebrations. I've made her feel like she's in heaven, and she wants to be glued to me all the time.

But I'm very careful. Having a child before marriage is a huge scandal, especially with the Emperor. And like I told my father a few years ago, I really don't want to marry her anytime soon. So I've been very cautious. Unless it's something like sex, I'll definitely use a condom.

How could this be...?

Could it be that someone cheated on me?!

Hey!

Chapter Twelve: Stepping into Japan

And so, the Chinese Federation issued a declaration of condolence. The first half of Brittany's statement sounded fine. But the second half—that Northern Wolf was coming?! And supposedly with the North Sea Fleet?! Holy crap, that equipment is enough to attack the Japanese archipelago. Who would believe you're here for a funeral?

But since they've come to attend the funeral, it's not appropriate to directly refuse them.

Then a message came from Brittany: They appreciated the gesture of coming to the funeral, but what did it mean to bring an entire fleet?

So the Chinese Federation continued its bluff: the Governor-General of the Northeast was a high-ranking official. The Wolf of the Far North was a hero of our Federation. Bringing the fleet was partly for prestige, but more importantly, it was to protect the Governor-General's safety.

Brittany was bewildered: Knowing that your Governor-General of the Northeast is important, then don't bother coming. Just send someone to make a token gesture.

This is where the profound cultural heritage of the Chinese Federation, passed down for thousands of years, truly shines. The diplomat, having borrowed a story from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods—the story of Yanzi's mission to Chu—said: "When our country participates in the funerals of princes of other states, we naturally send high-ranking officials. Only when participating in the funerals of nobody do we send insignificant figures. However, if your Britannian princes are of the same value as nobodys, we might as well change the attendees."