Super God: Rise of Civilization

This mortal emperor's genes are fine, his dark data is normal, and he has not come into contact with anything he shouldn't have.

This mortal emperor is such a scoundrel; he actually fantasized about her and how to conquer her right in front of her.

What a bastard.

"It seems that Miss Angel Yan's plan to continue spreading the faith of angels in the Star Empire is doomed to fail."

Seeing that Angel Yan was no longer reading his dark data and thoughts, Yang Yu stopped fantasizing about her.

He wasn't particularly fond of angels.

Yes, you are the bosses of the universe. Other civilizations don't need your resources right now, so you can use them freely.

Just because I don't need it now doesn't mean I won't need it in the future.

This is one of the reasons why he doesn't really like angels.

Chapter 12 [Bullying the Weak]

"I'm becoming more and more curious about you."

Angel Yan looked at the mortal emperor before her, who had broken the life limit of the divine river body, with intense interest in her eyes.

Could it be that she used some method she was unaware of to secretly modify his genetic structure?

Therefore, their angelic technology was insufficient to discern what had actually happened.

Have you ever heard that when people become interested in something, they eventually become so engrossed in it that they can't help but become addicted and unable to extricate themselves?

Yang Yu remained calm, but inwardly he became wary.

He certainly didn't want the Star Empire to develop under the watchful eyes of angels.

Although angels visit their galaxy every hundred years, they cannot watch over them all the time.

If it is being monitored.

That could happen anytime, anywhere.

"Ha, addicted? Unable to extricate yourself? You overestimate your charm. I think I don't need to talk to you anymore, there's no need."

Angel Yan chuckled to herself.

The words were spoken.

Angel Yan did not linger and left the Imperial Study directly.

They truly come without a trace and go without a trace.

"I am weak, and any 'god' can come and go as they please in my imperial palace..."

Looking at the spot where Angel Yan had disappeared, Yang Yu's expression gradually darkened.

They bullied me because I was weak, but I tolerated it.

"Someone, summon the Dean of the Imperial Academy of Engineering."

……

Originating in outer space.

Angel Yan stood in the vacuum of space, looking at the beautiful planet before her, her finger pressed against her ear, "A-Zhui, how's the situation over there?"

"Sister Yan, things are going very smoothly here. The development of those civilizations is progressing steadily. It is estimated that we can enter the first industrial stage in another fifty years. How about your side?"

"The Star Empire is about to enter the electrical age."

Thinking of that bastard who fantasized about her in front of her, Angel Yan gritted her teeth, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

It's over two thousand years old, so it still has some composure.

"So fast?"

Two voices sounded simultaneously in her private communication system.

Many civilizations, guided by them, have been around for almost a thousand years and have yet to enter the first industrial age.

The fact that the Star Empire, without the guidance of angels, had entered the first industrial age was enough to shock them.

But only a century has passed, and we are about to enter the next era after the steam age: the electrical age.

"Yes, you continue to travel to other planets to guide those weaker civilizations. I still need to observe this civilization. See you in Amagi."

"Okay, see you in Amagi."

After cutting off communication with her two sisters, Angel Yan connected to Queen Keisha's private channel.

"Yan, what's wrong? Is there something you need from me?"

"Queen Keisha, I have encountered a problem that I would like to ask you."

"Oh? So even in the sacred treasury of knowledge, the answer cannot be found?"

The sacred treasury of knowledge, beyond anything deeper, is accessible to every angel.

"Yes, it cannot be found in the sacred treasury of knowledge, so I specifically consulted Queen Keisha."

"Tell me about it, and it just so happens that old witch He Xi is here too."

"While I was examining the development and progress of this civilization on the origin planet of the Payne Galaxy, I stumbled upon a strange thing: the leader of this civilization..."

Meanwhile, Keisha, far away in the Angel Nebula's Merlo Heavenly Court, listened to Angel Yan's words, put down her coffee cup, and asked, "What do you think?"

"Watch while sitting."

He Xi stirred her coffee slowly, seemingly unconcerned.

It's not uncommon for a small, weak civilization to make some unique discoveries.

"You mean, on this planet of civilization, there should be the ruins of a spacefaring civilization that they discovered?"

Keisha and Hexi have been best friends for tens of thousands of years.

Almost instantly, I understood what she meant.

"This is a stroke of luck for them; otherwise, why do you think they would have developed so rapidly?"

"A planet in the midst of great chaos should not be brought to an end by a small kingdom in a remote corner that any other kingdom could easily conquer."

"In the end, they became the sole ruler of a planet."

He Xi said, "That monarch must have obtained something that optimized his genes from the ruins of that civilization. Otherwise, how can we explain that he is still a mortal, yet possesses the ability to live forever?"

Upon hearing this...

Keisha also did not allow Angel Yan to continue monitoring that planet.

This almost explains why only the monarch of the Star Empire possesses the ability to live forever, while none of his subordinates do.

"How about we make a bet?"

Suddenly, He Xi became interested and said with a smile.

"What kind of bet?"

"How many years will it take that civilization to achieve carrier-based spaceflight?"

"Are you kidding me? Even if there are some ruins on that planet, it's impossible that they would have left them ready-made technology, right? Even if they did have the technology, their technology wouldn't be sufficient to achieve it..."

"I bet a thousand years that within a thousand years, that civilization will definitely adopt shipborne spaceflight and will not be allowed to use the sacred treasure trove of knowledge. If I win, you have to do one thing for me."

"What if you lose?"

"I have lost, and I will step down and hand over the throne to a more worthy successor."

"Get lost! You're trying to slack off, no way! I bet that in a thousand years, ten thousand years, we'll definitely be able to enter the era of carrier-based spaceflight. If I win, you'll have to do one thing for me."

"no problem."

……

Imperial Palace.

The Imperial Study.

The president of the Academy of Engineering was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, standing respectfully in front of the emperor.

He was ready to rest.

But the secretary-general woke him up and told him to come to the imperial palace immediately.

His Majesty summoned him.

So he rushed to the palace without stopping.

"Take a look at this book, can you understand it?"

Yang Yu pushed the books about electricity from the Second Industrial Age on the table forward.

"Yes, sir," the dean of the engineering institute said respectfully.

He picked up a book from the table, stepped back a few paces, and stood in the imperial study to read it.

"Sit down and watch."

"Your Majesty, I thank you for offering me a seat."

The president of the Academy of Engineering quickly bowed, sat down in the chair next to him, and began to study the text carefully.

The more he looked, the more focused he became. Yang Yu called out to him several times, but he didn't move at all, as if he was completely absorbed in the story.

Seeing that he was really engrossed in it, Yang Yu didn't want to disturb him, knowing that researchers were all crazy.

When you get serious about something, you become oblivious to everything around you.

"Have someone keep a close watch on him and forbid him from taking books out of the Imperial Study. Also, have the doctors monitor his health."

Before heading to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to rest, Yang Yu said to the Secretary-General.

"promise."

the next day.

After Yang Yu awoke from his slumber, he ate breakfast, did some light exercise, and then went to the Imperial Study.

Upon arriving at the Imperial Study, dozens of young men with meticulous expressions, backs as straight as pine needles, and eyes like hawks, were on duty with unwavering focus.