Abyss Solo

Imperial Development Divine Sect.

A mysterious religious organization structured at the Empire's power core, it should have been the political tool against science, promoting superstition and faith worship, but the goddess it serves happens to be a real Mechanical Thought Body.

It's quite intriguing.

Yang Ming sat on a floating couch following the Emperor, enjoying a bit of the Emperor's treatment.

Wherever they went, people bowed to greet them. Encountering the slaves serving in the Imperial Palace, they even received some kneeling and bowing ceremonies.

Just a bit further, Boss Yang wanted to stand up and shout three times 'fairness, fairness, it's still damn fairness';

Unfortunately, he had to cherish this fleeting honeymoon period with the Old Emperor.

Not far from the palace module is the headquarters of the Development Divine Sect.

What surprised Yang Ming was that the Old Emperor even added a... floating couch exclusive maglev passage between the two modules.

After the two couches entered the passage and landed on the dedicated docking port, the couches were locked, a layer of protective membrane rose around them, and he and the Old Emperor were ejected out.

This brief confined space became the brief alone space for Yang Ming and the Old Emperor.

As a result, a crazy idea emerged in Yang Ming's mind—to control the Old Emperor.

However, he quickly extinguished this thought with force.

The Empire's Emperor's mental status is constantly under the surveillance of the Antenna Organization, wanting to use mental control methods to strategize against the Old Emperor requires first dealing with the Antenna Organization that is not completely under the Old Emperor's control.

"Hanton," the Old Emperor crossed his legs and turned to look at Yang Ming, "Do you think the Empire's current issues are what you said before?"

"Yes."

Yang Ming's thoughts kept revolving.

The Old Emperor raised his hand to adjust the controller beside him, slowing down the spherical object a bit.

"Hanton," the Old Emperor smiled, "In fact, I have always had two pressures, one is from these old guys... They have always said that this system is the cornerstone of the Empire's stability, indeed, policies come from them, laws are made by them, and I, the Emperor, am merely a mascot. The New Calendar Reform is actually just periodic adjustment, born from the accumulation of internal contradictions within the Empire seven hundred Galaxy years ago."

Yang Ming asked quite seriously: "Your Majesty, what is your current ideal? Or what are you pursuing?"

The Old Emperor squinted with a smile: "You want me to challenge these elders of mine, right, Hanton? And you? What is your ideal?"

"My ideals are complex," Yang Ming said seriously, "I am actually conflicted, Your Majesty, I am the product of the fusion of two Thought Bodies, this is a secret I have never told anyone else."

Yang Ming's expression became somewhat lonely.

He sighed lightly, his eyes distant, his eyes slightly red.

He said softly:

"Your Majesty, I am Hanton, but I am also someone else. As Hanton, I instinctively protect the Empire, becoming the Empire's White Ghost, and have deep feelings for the Empire's people, because Hanton himself is a zealous supporter of the Empire, this truly... is my conflict.

"When I am someone else, I cannot fit into this world.

"Your Majesty, I am very lonely, I have no one I can rely on. When I was chosen by the Faya people and gained powerful strength, they merely saw me as their warrior.

"I can only follow Hanton's will, to protect this country and make it better.

"Hanton is foolish, Your Majesty, he... The power I acquired, although essentially given by the Faya people, was actually operated by Kigrov, that fool voluntarily applied to Kigrov to be a test subject, silently trained for years after initially being rejected by Kigrov."

"So, Your Majesty, sometimes I cannot explain my ideals and beliefs because inherently, I am torn.

"Hanton's thoughts influence me, trying to make me the Empire warrior Hanton; my own consciousness also influences me, trying to make me submit to the Empire's nobility for a better life for my home planet... Your Majesty, I am in pain."

Yang Ming raised his hand to cover his eyes, letting out a long sigh.

Clearly, he got the Old Emperor quite confused.

The Old Emperor was observing Yang Ming, raised his hand to pat his arm, and said warmly:

"Hanton... Hanton, don't be like this, I can't comfort people... However, well, I understand you.

"Actually, sometimes I am also torn, thinking, I am merely a puppet chosen by them, while thinking, I am the Emperor, the greatest in the Empire, why should they point fingers at me and restrain my actions?

"Indeed, the world is like this, full of compromises and helplessness.

"I am happy, happy that you can tell me these things, Hanton. I have always felt this sense of tearing in you. Actually, you don't have to please them, just like you are doing now, show your advantages and make them recognize your strength, in fact, they won't do anything to your home planet."

Yang Ming sighed, his eyes with red threads, gazing at the Emperor.

Yang Ming said: "Actually, Your Majesty, I am also driven to extremes by them, they want me to become one of them, from the bottom of my heart, I detest this, I cannot allow myself to become a degenerate noble to oppress the populace and the slaves."