458 The Great Emperors Many Empresses! (1/2)

He recalled his experiences for the past two hundred millennia. Everything had started out fine. As a State Preceptor of a small kingdom, he had enjoyed an elevated status. He had grown ambitious and had soon discovered a more powerful kingdom that needed a State Preceptor. The kingdom had extended a sincere invitation, which he had accepted. Years later, another even more powerful kingdom had required a State Preceptor and invited him to join them…

At that time, his ambitions remained grand, so he had gone to them. Every time he had become the State Preceptor of a new kingdom, he would find another even more powerful kingdom in need of a State Preceptor soon after. The cycle repeated itself. He had been doing the same thing for the past two hundred millennia. He couldn't even remember how many kingdoms he had been State Preceptor of.

He had grown tired of this office. He had done it so many times that he had been about to throw up… There had been no end in sight. He would continue to discover more kingdoms that needed a State Preceptor… Finally, he had gone completely mad. He could no longer take it anymore. Even hearing the words ”State Preceptor” would drive him to the verge of a breakdown.

That was why he had started to run away. But he had never managed to escape successfully. They had always managed to catch him and bring him back, where he would continue his office of State Preceptor… He had thought of every means and ways. He had even resorted to destroying an entire kingdom. Regardless, there would still be new kingdoms waiting to capture him and invite him to become their State Preceptor…

He had been weeping tears of blood by then. The old fox let loose a heart-wrenching howl. What he desired the most now was to have a peaceful life. He no longer desired the position of State Preceptor. As long as he could have an ordinary life, he was even willing to become an Artifact Spirit.

That was why when he saw Wang Baole as he was fleeing, he burst into tears. He fell to his knees immediately and prostrated before Wang Baole. He began howling.

”Master, you've finally arrived. Please take me away. I agree to become an Artifact Spirit. I no longer wish to be a State Preceptor… Why was I such a fool, thinking about staying a State Preceptor?”

Wang Baole led the weeping old fox away. He couldn't help but lament. He felt as if he had just gained a deeper understanding of human nature.

They should thank me. I am the one who made them realize what it is that they truly need!

Becoming my Artifact Spirit, that is what they desire the most! Wang Baole patted his tummy with great satisfaction. He suddenly found the gesture extremely soothing and did it a few more times.

Seems like I'm still missing something… Wang Baole thought hard about it. After thinking for some time, he finally realized what it was he was missing.

What a pity, the dream's still better, there were snacks. Wang Baole shook his head with great regret. Then, he soon developed a great interest in the world that the extremely perverted man was in.

I remember putting him in a matriarchal world where he is the only man. Wang Baole's eyes shone brightly. With a series of hand seals, he entered the world of the pervert.

This world began as a rather primitive one. However, after two hundred thousand years of development, it grew into a world with multiple empires. The empires had constant skirmishes and clashes with one another.

Everyone, from the empress to the foot soldiers, were women. There were no men. Their reproduction systems were unique, and they were able to give birth to the next generation of women after carrying out a certain kind of ritual.

Rightfully speaking, if a pervert was thrown into such a world, he should be basking in female company and enjoying a blissful, happy life…

In reality, it was quite an exaggeration to say that he was basking in female company, and barely truthful to say that he was enjoying a life of utter bliss and happiness. When Wang Baole arrived in this world and found the pervert, he noticed that they were holding a grand funeral…

Countless women in armor guarded the area. Every single one of them was extremely beautiful and had well-formed, voluptuous figures. The mere sight of them would incite a primitive urge in the opposite sex.

They surrounded a raised platform that served as an altar. Above the altar lay someone. He was extremely thin, almost skeletal, and there were many tubes injected into his skin, all over his body. Great volumes of fluids serving as nutrients were being pumped into this person's body.

This person… was the great pervert that Wang Baole had thrown into this world two hundred thousand years ago.

There was bewilderment in his eyes, and his entire body shuddered as the fluids continued to flow into his body. They kept him alive, no matter how much he wanted himself dead. Beside him were a dozen women dressed in clothes befitting a female empress. They surrounded him, and every single one of them was staring at the pervert with lust in their eyes.

They stared at one another with enmity and hostility in their eyes.

Wang Baole was stunned at the sight. Before he could ponder further on the matter, the empresses began to speak.

”Esteemed Emperor, the funeral has ended, so let us get down to serious business!”