Fantasy: I Have Three Thousand City Guards

Give me three thousand city inspectors, and I can sweep the otherworld clean. Wherever my army passes, not a single blade of grass will remain, and corpses will litter the ground.

To a certain sect: Your mountain gate violates building regulations. You built it without the Empire's permission, so tear it down.

To a certain sacred land: You have three seconds to leave.

To a certain imperial dynasty: Your capital was built to substandard specifications. It must be demolished.

What? You won't tear it down? Where are my three thousand troops?

Big Brother Qiao: "Turn on the speakers. In my BGM, nobody lasts three minutes."

Ye Liangchen: "My local domain is active. I have a hundred ways to kill you."

What, you can't tear it down? Where's Singer Bro? "With one strike of my Two-Dimensional Foil, you'll all be finished."

Pangu comes crashing down from the heavens, carrying his Heaven-Splitting Axe. "I hear you won't tear it down?"

One swing of the axe, and then...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.