The Rise of History’s Most Powerful Empire

A small world had its fortune split between living beings, and the other on the source of humanity so that humans would never die out because of other beings of this world. 

While a world's will existed since its inception.

After a long time stealing the fortune of humanity, the will would hold as much as ten times as before.

He reckoned the Three Kingdoms world's fortune in humans had been mostly taken away. While they had around 3 million left, the will held 9 millions.

If he decided to wreck this world and take all its fortune, he would get around 2-3 million. 

If he chose to stay in this world and gather so much fortune, he'd need decades while also sacrificing the development of this world, making its value drop even. 

It was just not worth the hassle over some tiny world. Not for him at least. 

Since it couldn't become a source of manpower or fortune, it was nothing more than a leech. 

The sensible option was to squeeze it of every fortune it got to support his development by destroying it.

In his main western fantasy world he was weak, unable to do anything that would earn him something. 

One wrong step and he'd be getting on some legendary mage's bad side, or had some god getting rid of him. He was so weak his words had no weight. 

It only increased his desire to have fortune points. 

While his earlier method had made Sichuan fall under his control, he had no plans to lay down roots in this puny world devoid of anyone holding special powers.

His system's main base of operations was the magic world, where he could do nothing outstanding. While facing those with incredible powers would leave him at their mercy.

‘No matter how many of these tiny worlds I have, it'll make no difference. Am I supposed to train those superpowers by dumping waves after waves of cannon fodder?'

With the world small, the fortune income was also small. Rather than waste time on capturing so many of them, he'd be better off attacking a large world. He would get more fortune, more and better cannon fodder. 

It made taking down small worlds paling in comparison with a large one.

‘That's why I need to be clear on my plans for the Three Kingdoms world.'

Every place he took, he purged it of clans and used what he earned to get scholars. While he got plenty of resources from this, he also gained the people's support by sharing some with them.

As for the fortune aspect, what he got was spent on scholars. He earned a big fat nothing in this department.

It was better to strike a deal with the clans to unite this world at the fastest and cheapest possible.

Make it so the world had his mark on it. Then use the system to wreck it, earning many years of fortune in one fell swoop. 

It would save him time and effort. It was winning big with the smallest effort. 

‘What will be my next strategy then?'

For these worthless small worlds, he'd first gain the trust of its people until his corruption spread to the whole plane, then meet its end at his dagger and send it back to its maker. 

‘Such immoral and evil tendencies make me feel embarrassed.'

"Hooo!"

The carriage creaked to a halt before the imperial residence in Jiangling city.

"My king, we've arrived."

The guard leader of the carriage spoke.

Zhong Yu opened the door and a clever man offered his back by bowing on the ground. 

He stepped down without a care on what he was stepping on. Just as he reached the gates, he turned to the general accompanying him.

"Oh, make sure you find out just which clan of Jiangling city those assassins came from, would you? I want everyone to see just what will befall those who oppose me. " Zhong Yu dropped lower and lower by the time he finished.

The guard leader shivered in his boots, replying post haste, "I will send the men to comb the city right away. No assassin will escape, my king."

Zhong Yu went in and into his chambers.

The guard leader wiped his brow, relieved he wasn't the king's target to vent his anger. 

Recalling the king's order he sneered.

"For my future and my measly life, you shall contribute with your lives, rebels!"

He went to the prison where the criminals were being kept.

That night, the prison echoed with agony and pain, giving this dark cold place a sinister tone.

The people living around it jerked awake and huddled in each other's arms. They felt like a ghost was haunting the prison. 

On the morrow, a ledger was presented before Zhong Yu, one containing the names of all assassins, accomplices and main instigators.

He flipped through it with a bored look before saying:

"All the clans that participated in the attack, or knowing the attack would come but stood by, are to be given their names to the commanding officer of the imperial guard, so that he can take them one by one. I don't want to see a single clan related to this still alive by this time tomorrow."

"I obey, my lord." The imperial guard bowed and left with a pale face. 

The only sound in the spacious hall was his clattering steps.