
The Empire Runs Just Fine Without Me? Go Ahead and Try!
帝国没谁都照转?没我试试!
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 233k Words
- Genre
- Eastern Fantasy
- Subgenre
- Fantasy High-Concept
- Updated
- 2y ago
- Source
- Fanqie
Synopsis
Other names
- Sign-In for a Nuclear Bomb from the Start, Your Majesty, What Will You Do?开局签到核弹,陛下如何应对?Alternate title on Fanqie
102Chapters
4Reads
8.4Score
255.5kReads · all time
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Give time to civilization, not time to civilization. Or give time to civilization, rather than time to civilization? Social +3, interesting.
Woohoo, there are so few people, give yourself a good review. Opinion floor. If you have any comments to give to the author, please blow [blow kiss]
I feel like the Pope is a bit like Trump. I still remember the phrase "No one knows how to dismantle better than me" [laughter]
The unjust man is a festering disease, and I am the sharp knife that burns away carrion! Give me divine power and use fire to create a supreme world I once looked into my mother's eyes and saw a holy place full of glory and justice, and it was for this that I fought! Torture breeds suffering, and suffering intensifies torture. This endless cycle in the mortal world will be ended by me! Justice with reservations is sin! To fight injustice, I must have a clear mind! Above the hustle and bustle of this world, I am flying in pursuit of glory! I will illuminate whatever is dark in my heart! The wings of eternal burning take me away from the perdition of the mortal world! I step into this desolate land based on the laws of heaven, no longer restrained by the shackles of mortals! In the land of mortals, the light of justice shines! Justice is condensed on the tip of the sword, like lightning! In the name of God, witness the supreme fire! The fire of atonement has baptized me! I bring the wrath of light and be saved in the light! The person with the back chain will be in flames! The disobedient will be judged by fire! Fallen, unforgivable! The unjust will be burned in fire! Fraudster, I judge you to be incompetent! The humble person deserves death! The downfall of the greedy! The light gives you salvation! Kneel down and worship this light! Lift me high, only those who are qualified will survive! I saved you! I am born of the fire that burns sinners, and they shall fall before my iron wings! My sword's name is Giri! Eternally burning sword, I am both light and glory! I will purify the evil in the world and uproot the darkness with the fire of righteousness! With the sharp blade in hand, we can punish all directions!
I seem to have read this book somewhere. The name of the protagonist has not been changed. The original book said that the protagonist was summoned. He was betrayed and wanted to go home and seek revenge. Here, he just wants to develop revenge.
Author, if you can sleep, then how can you sleep! I can't sleep anyway, so I hope you'll keep updating while I'm awake! Update soon!
The flowers of idealism fell on the soil of realism, and the flowers changed their identities and made a living in the name of nutrients. The great soul dreams of planting "flowers" called ideals, but the flowers are attacked by the soil of reality. This soil has no nutrients and will only damage, corrode and rot the flowers. The roots of the flowers have been damaged. It seems that even idealistic flowers need to undergo the test of reality before they can bloom better. Great pioneers plant the seeds of hope in the real land and water them with will and belief. Although the real soil may not have nutrients, they can find and provide nutrients by themselves. The pioneers use the seeds of their own lives to make them grow stronger. Time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. It is the times that create heroes, and heroes exist in the times. Suffering is the starting point of poetry, and poetry is the dance of suffering. This dance is arrogant and humble, squandering the reluctance and expectation of those who are born as souls, raising dust and smoke. When the dust and smoke fall into the eyes of the viewers, they turn into tears, tears shed for those great pioneers.
Why does it seem like the book "After the Restoration of the Country, Squeezing Out the Resources and Returning Home" is just too funny (°ー°)
Good looking. So damn good looking.
There must be a similar book like this with more words. Is there anyone who can recommend it?