Super Game System-Otherworld King: Rise to Power

Cloud Qin Empire, Imperial Palace, Court SessionInside the majestic palace, the civil officials sat to the left, the military generals to the right, all bowing before the Emperor of the Cloud Qin Empire, Qin Yongjun.

After the formalities, a middle-aged man in armor stepped forward to report, "Your Majesty, the border army reports that the vanguard of the Bison Tribe, numbering 200,000, has already moved south, heading straight for the Western He Kingdom. We await Your Majesty's orders."

Sitting high upon the throne, Qin Yongjun glanced at the officials and generals assembled in the hall. "The tribes from the plains are mounting a large-scale invasion. What plans do you have, my ministers?"

A civil official stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, war will bring suffering to the people. I suggest we send an envoy to Light City to ask the Elven King to intervene and negotiate peace, to prevent further bloodshed."

A middle-aged military general sneered. "Light City is far. It would take at least two months for an envoy to return. By then, the Western He Kingdom may already be destroyed!"

Immediately, another civil official countered. "Then send envoys to the plains and offer them gifts. Perhaps that will convince the barbarians to halt their advance."

"Gifts? For the past thousand years, the Empire has sent them gifts, but they still march south every time!" A military general retorted sharply.

"Better than war. If we fight such a massive battle, the Empire will suffer losses a hundredfold!"

The debate raged on as both sides bickered, the court session turning into a heated argument.

This had become a tradition in the Cloud Qin Empire after its reforms—ministers and generals could speak freely, and disagreements were not uncommon. In fact, there had been instances in the past where fights had broken out in the hall.

Qin Yongjun's gaze wandered as he observed the commotion, his eyes occasionally flicking toward the hall's entrance, seemingly waiting for some sort of news.

Moments later, a messenger burst into the room.

"Your Majesty, urgent news!"

"Report!" The messenger gasped, his voice urgent. "Twenty days ago, the Elves and the Yaksha Tribe clashed on the eastern coastline. Both sides have gathered armies numbering in the hundreds of thousands, and they are currently engaged in fierce combat!"

The entire court fell silent.

"Two Xuan-tier races are fighting?!" A stunned murmur spread among the officials.

Before anyone could react further, another messenger sprinted in, nearly tumbling over his feet.

"Report! The Blood Wolf Tribe in the south has launched a massive invasion, breaking through six border towns. General Yin was defeated and has led the remnants of his army into Zhennan City!"

Qin Yongjun's expression remained stoic. "What are the casualties?"

The messenger hesitated, his body trembling under the Emperor's cold gaze. He bowed low, reluctant to speak the devastating news. "One hundred thousand soldiers lost, and forty thousand civilians slaughtered!"

"What?!" An elderly official with a white beard fainted upon hearing the grim tidings.

The court fell into a heavy silence.

"Report!"

Another messenger ran in from afar, breathless and frantic.

"Your Majesty, the Bison Tribe's vanguard broke through the Western He Kingdom's border yesterday. Fifty thousand civilians, unable to flee in time, were massacred!"

More grim news. The Empire had just lost nearly a million citizens to bloodshed in a matter of days.

Qin Yongjun slowly rose from his throne, his eyes cold as he surveyed the officials and generals in the hall.

After a long moment of silence, his voice rang out, steady and filled with resolve. "The Cloud Qin Empire has not fought a large-scale war in a hundred years. It's time to stretch our muscles."

"Let it be known that the Second Prince will lead 500,000 troops north to join forces with the Western He Kingdom, Rìyuè Kingdom, and Shaping Kingdom to halt the Bison Tribe's advance."

"Send for General Fan! Assemble two hundred thousand soldiers and three thousand generals, and march south to annihilate the Blood Wolf Tribe! Leave no survivors in your wake!"

The ministers exchanged glances before responding in unison, "We obey Your Majesty's orders!"

At the Camp in the Morning,The camp was bustling with activity as the common folk began their day's work under the leadership of the various commanders.

Wang Ping, having studied for a few years, had been promoted by a female general to the position of clerk, responsible for managing the warehouse and keeping track of inventory. It was a crucial role, handling everything from silver to supplies, and many envied him for it.

"General Zhang, you're here! Will you be taking the 300 rations today?"

Zhang Tie laughed heartily. "Not today, little Wang. The young master gave me another 100 prisoners yesterday. I'll need 50 more portions of dried meat pies."

Wang Ping furrowed his brow, hesitating. "General, do you have an order from the young master or General Fan?"

"An order?" Zhang Tie scratched his head. "What do you mean? Since when do we need an order to pick up supplies?"

"I received an announcement yesterday that from now on, any change in supplies must be approved by the young master or General Fan. If you'll excuse me…"

Zhang Tie's face darkened. "Give it to me for now. I'll get an order from General Fan later."

"General, please don't make things difficult for me. If General Fan finds out, I'll be the one to take the blame!"

Zhang Tie stared at the frail clerk for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Haha, alright. I'm a reasonable man. I'll go get the order from Little Fan!"

With a cheerful nod, Zhang Tie turned and left.

Wang Ping sighed in relief as he watched the bulky general's retreating figure. Dealing with these battle-hardened soldiers wasn't easy, especially when they had such deep camaraderie with the big boss.

It had been over twenty days since he came up the mountain. The days had been a mix of joy and sorrow, but mostly joy.

At first, he'd been nervous, unsure if he could adapt. Now, he had gotten used to life in the camp, and his perspective had shifted greatly.

Back in the days when he struggled to make ends meet, he'd barely been able to fill his stomach. Now, though, he had steady meals, and recently, the big boss even gave everyone new winter clothes, which was a lifesaver in the cold months.

He understood that while the soldiers still grumbled occasionally, they had already accepted the young leader, and he felt a deep sense of belonging. With the trust placed in him by the big leader and the other commanders, he had a crucial role to play, and that gave him a purpose.