“Just like the anime Bai Xuan has released—such as Kamen Rider and Pokémon—they are not works from our world at all.”
“We are very fortunate that Bai Xuan appeared in China. The fact that he has shared these secrets with us without reservation already speaks volumes about his trust and closeness to us.”
Having said that, he paused for a moment, then continued:
“Of course, it’s not just about trust—there’s also a fundamental reason behind it: he simply doesn’t care about this information.”
“Even if we know it, it’s of no use to us.”
“And that’s precisely the reality. Bai Xuan possesses more than enough power to suppress any factor on Earth that could pose a threat to him.”
“So in our approach toward Bai Xuan, we have consistently adopted an attitude of closeness without moral coercion. We don’t need Bai Xuan to do anything specifically for China—all we need is to preserve that inherent closeness he feels toward China, born from his bloodline and the land he was raised in.”
“Sometimes, not contending is the greatest contention. From Bai Xuan’s actions, it’s not hard to see that he wants to accelerate the pace at which lifeforms in Earth’s civilizations grow stronger. He wants to guide all of Earth’s civilizations to become more powerful at a faster rate.”
“And China doesn’t need to do anything special. On the chessboard that Bai Xuan presides over, China has already secured the most unique position.”
“With that said, I advise certain individuals: do not let greed cloud your judgment and do things you shouldn’t. Otherwise, you will become an enemy of all of China!”
Back at home, Bai Xuan watched Doraemon playing gleefully with two Pikachu in the bedroom and couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile. The gaming industry in this world was pretty similar to his previous life—naturally much richer and more varied than what Doraemon was used to in his original world.
But just playing like that wasn’t all that interesting.
Doraemon’s pocket actually contained props for virtual reality online games. After Bai Xuan reminded him, they gave it a try together. It didn’t do much for Bai Xuan, but Doraemon ended up completely hooked.
However, Bai Xuan couldn’t always play with Doraemon, and NvShen’s (Smart Girl’s) skill level was way too high, which kind of ruined the game experience. So Doraemon ended up bringing the Pikachu along into the game world—one cat and two mice spending most of their time buried in games.
As for Bai Xuan, he found himself having to nag them every day to go outside, get some fresh air, and rest their eyes.
Looking at it that way, he almost felt like a parent.
This time, Bai Xuan didn’t disturb them, nor did he check the chat group. Instead, he simply sat in his study reading a book, occasionally jotting down notes in the margins.
For a moment, there was an air of peaceful tranquility.
Meanwhile, the video of Bai Xuan and the mutated white python went viral across the internet.
It was kind of funny, really—in a dangerous situation involving a mutated beast, there were actually people who chose to start a livestream.
Shouldn’t they have been running away instead?
Naturally, Bai Xuan’s video was seen by countless netizens and spread across various online platforms.
Interestingly enough, the videos that first started circulating were shaky, blurry, and poorly shot. But before long, several clips with exceptionally clear quality and virtually no camera shake quietly popped up.
Most netizens didn’t pay much attention to this, but the more observant ones could guess that the authorities had stepped in.
“In this era of spiritual energy resurgence, a lot of people are worried and fearful about mutated beasts. They face each day with a negative attitude.”
“They need strong figures to give them confidence and a sense of security.”
“Dragon Emperor Qin Tian, Ice Emperor Chen Bing, Flame Emperor Huo Yu, White Emperor Bai Xuan.”
“These titles were actually just playful nicknames at first, because back then the number of mutated beasts was far from being as terrifying or as powerful as it is now. In fact, many people had only ever seen them online.”
“But with the second wave of spiritual energy tides, the era underwent a massive shift, and those playful titles became genuine titles of authority.”
“People need ability users like the Dragon Emperor, the Ice Emperor, and the Flame Emperor to step up. They need these powerful figures to stand guard and protect them.”
Behind the video, a man in a white trench coat spoke these words.
China’s “God-Making Project” back then had been a success.
But no one knew that among those four figures, there was truly only one god!
In fact, if he so wished, no matter how ferocious the spiritual energy tides became or how powerful the mutated beasts grew, not a single citizen in China—or even the entire world—would have to suffer casualties.
Such was the power of that “God”!
But that was impossible!
Earth’s resources were finite. Humans had already claimed a huge chunk of them, so it was inevitable that mutated beasts would set their sights on humanity. But if someone were to step in and prevent that inevitability, the consequences wouldn’t be pretty.
If humans had someone they could always rely on, their desires and audacity would only swell further. They’d enjoy the resources they already had while casting their greedy eyes on the already scarce resources that belonged to mutated beasts.
If mutated beasts couldn’t strike back at humans, then humans could slaughter them with impunity.
Was that a good thing?
Of course not!
So that “God” couldn’t do that—and shouldn’t do that!
They needed a god, but that god was merely a being of immense power, not a “God” with divine thinking, will, and perspective!
Bai Xuan was the latter, but he could also be the former.
They even wished Bai Xuan would be the former rather than the latter—but Bai Xuan had already begun his transformation toward the latter.
He wouldn’t mourn the deaths of humans, nor would he mourn the deaths of mutated creatures.
His vision extended not only to humanity but to all living beings on Earth.
He might show some favoritism toward humans, but that favoritism was not absolute!
And that was enough. A god like that was enough!
But one such “God” was already sufficient!
If possible, they wanted a god that belonged wholly to humanity—and even to China. A god who cared nothing for mutated beasts, cared nothing for other civilizations, cared nothing for anything else—but would arrive promptly and rescue humans whenever they were in trouble.
Perhaps the consequences of that wouldn’t be good, but it was what they hoped for.
It wouldn’t be appropriate to call him a god—to be more precise, he should be called a hero.
Qin Tian, Chen Bing, Huo Yu, Ye Feng, Chen Changsheng, Ning Guang, Wang Ming… these were all individuals they had chosen to nurture as China’s heroes. They were deployed across various regions nationwide, responsible for the safety of their respective areas.
They possessed powerful talents, sufficient strength, and enjoyed the highest-level treatment China had to offer.
But there were too few of these heroes. Compared to the vastness of all of China, they were nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
They needed more heroes—more prodigies as powerful as Qin Tian!
In the past, that would have been impossible, because one’s talent was set the moment spiritual energy awakened across the globe. The second awakening brought about by the second wave of spiritual energy would only occur in those who were already gifted.
The strong would grow even stronger, while the weak didn’t even have the qualifications to attract spiritual energy toward them.
But now, things were different.
“God” had given ordinary people the chance to change their fate!
