Emperor Minis had not yet reacted when Herodotus on the opposite side reached out and pressed his hand.
"Divine Tree of Prosperity."
Swoosh.
The ground suddenly sprouted the scalp of a young girl, with countless hairs like vines, transforming into a giant tree that bound Minis.
"What on earth is this?" Minis shouted, utterly unable to break free.
"This is called Divine Technique."
He climbed step by step onto the imperial throne and said:
"You people, you have talent but lack vision."
"I won't kill you. I'll let you continue to exercise your talents. If you want to kill me, you can come."
"I am not afraid or fearful because I am not the Emperor but a general of the Empire, a warlike seeker of truth. Challenges only excite me."
"Compared to Atabia, I am not skilled in research. I can only hand over this divine technique I've painstakingly acquired to you, so you can continue to advance it."
On this day,
