You're Not A Lord Of The Apocalypse Chapter 690: I'll Bet Five Coins They'll Need My Help to Rebel - Novel Cool

Chapter 690: I'll Bet Five Coins They'll Need My Help to Rebel

Chapter 690: I’ll Bet Five Coins They’ll Need My Help to Rebel

Qin Muye looked at the row of royal relatives kneeling in the Golden Hall, their cries shaking the heavens as if they had suffered the greatest injustice.

The moment they met, they directly accused the people under Qin Muye’s command of disregarding the law, bringing up all sorts of complaints, which made Qin Muye quite annoyed.

However, since these people were excellent materials for creating Prime Dragons, he could only temporarily appease them.

But this made the group of royal relatives very dissatisfied, insisting on severe punishment and the return of what was originally theirs.

“Bring them in. The royal relatives have traveled a long way and must be tired. Let them rest properly so they don’t say such nonsense here,” Qin Muye thought these people were completely ungrateful. No wonder they could become royal relatives; they were truly useless.

Who would come to visit and immediately start complaining, let alone team up with all the royal relatives and the emperor to oppose him? They had no emotional intelligence at all.

At the very least, they should have put on a show of mutual respect, making everyone look good. But instead, they not only refused to give him an out but also tried to make him look bad. Such behavior would annoy anyone, let alone someone in charge of justice.

Moreover, the mastermind behind this was him. How could he let these people make him do something that would be like slapping his own face? Who could bear it?

“Your Majesty, you cannot be deceived by petty people! Treating the royal clan like this is a great act of filial impiety!!” A royal relative of higher seniority, who was being dragged away, wailed.

“...” Qin Muye was exasperated. This person truly had no sense of propriety. In a normal feudal society, he would have been eliminated long ago. How could he have survived this long?

Fortunately, everyone was dragged away, and Qin Muye felt much more at ease.

“The mastermind plans to incite this group of people who can’t accomplish anything but cause trouble to rebel. I bet they won’t be able to keep their mouths shut and will blab everything out two days before the rebellion,” Qin Muye found it hard to tolerate.

“They probably won’t. After all, these people have some sense of propriety, right?” The Gospel Spirit was a bit uneasy, given their performance just now, which was truly unbearable.

Not only did they lack emotional intelligence and sense of propriety, but they also considered themselves extraordinary, a classic case of overestimating their abilities.

Earlier, besides the crying and complaining, some even had the audacity to want to enter the court to seize power and make money. Given their capabilities, they would only mismanage the government and be incompetent at making money, resorting to heavy taxation and enriching themselves.

In short, they were all top-notch examples of incompetence.

“Are you sure? I bet five coins that they’ll start causing trouble as soon as they get back. Stupid isn’t scary, and being bad isn’t scary. Each has their own way of living, but this group is both stupid and bad, which is no different from courting death.” In that short time, Qin Muye had seen through the true nature of these people. If they were truly capable, they wouldn’t have been chosen by the alien race.

Their values had been flawed from the start, and with their daily indulgence in eating, drinking, and playing, they were pampered nobles who got whatever they wanted, with no sense of reverence. They had become complete waste.

“Isn’t this what you want, Master? If they don’t cause trouble, we won’t have a way to facilitate their rebellion. Then we can directly strip them of their titles and official positions, and revoke their national fortune.” The Gospel Spirit saw this as a good thing.

Stripping these royal relatives of their titles and positions was more troublesome than dealing with the court ministers, especially since they weren’t sent away during the rebellion. This would require a legitimate reason.

After all, within the rules, if Qin Muye wanted to complete the task, he had to follow the rules.

So, they needed to make a big mistake, a mistake so significant that even their status couldn’t protect them.

The biggest mistake would be rebellion. Even with a death exemption token, it wouldn’t be enough to absolve them.

“Remember to seize the right opportunity. Also, you need to find a way to stabilize this group of waste. Don’t let them fall apart due to internal conflicts over the division of power.” Qin Muye gave a reminder. If it were someone else rebelling, he wouldn’t be so concerned.

But this group might start hating each other over trivial matters.

“Master, before that, they might need to decide who will be the emperor first,” the Gospel Spirit’s eye twitched, thinking that if they really rebel, given their nature, each would consider themselves the most suitable candidate, leading to chaos.

This is indeed a possibility, given their stupidity and selfishness. When the time comes, whether they rebel or not is one thing, but the fear is that they might start infighting before they even decide how to rebel.

Qin Muye also picked up on the Gospel Spirit's meaning, which made him feel a bit exasperated. It wasn't far-fetched; such a scenario, though absurd, was entirely possible with this group.

"Keep an eye on them. Don't let their own actions ruin our plans," Qin Muye felt a bit exhausted. If other royal relatives rebelled, each would be skilled and capable, requiring no additional worry.

But here, he not only had to help them contact people but also prevent them from infighting over positions they hadn't even secured yet. It was like planning how to spend a lottery win before even winning the lottery, and fighting over the fantasies. This was just too ridiculous.

"Yes, Master. We already have spirits infiltrating to assist," the Gospel Spirit reported. The Endless Abyss had naturally arranged for spirits to help.

If this plan failed due to these issues, Qin Muye would be in an awkward position and might have to find a group of bandits to force the rebellion, which would be far less effective.

Since he was idle anyway, he might as well try. What if their rebellion plan actually succeeded? Even if the chances were one in ten thousand, Qin Muye would still give it a shot. He would definitely choose superior materials over ordinary ones, resorting to violence only if there was no other choice.

"Be careful. Don't let anything happen to them. If their quality is compromised, what will we do? And you need to mediate between them and the dismissed soldiers. Both sides are arrogant and overbearing. If the royal relatives really cause chaos, it could end in bloodshed, which is not impossible."

While those who embezzled and exploited soldiers had some skills, however limited, they were still better than the royal relatives. Otherwise, how could they have the nerve to do such things? Although the alien race allowed it, having the guts to do so was a kind of ability. If pushed too far, they might even kill the royal relatives.

However, they might also use the threat of rebellion to bargain for wealth and power.

"Father, why are you here? Weren't you in the harem before?" Ji Shan's egg lazily floated down.

"You finally came back??" Qin Muye teased. The boy had been digging in the subspace for quite some time.

"Mainly because this world is quite solid. Otherwise, I would have finished long ago. I've only managed to dig one percent of my target, and it will take a lot more time," Ji Shan said, a bit frustrated.

"It's a 9th Tier world, so it's normal. If it weren't stable, it wouldn't be called a 9th Tier world," Qin Muye explained.

The difference between worlds is significant. In a 6th Tier world, one can tear through space and teleport easily, but in a 9th Tier world, even with the same strength, tearing through space is nearly impossible, no matter how much effort is exerted.

Otherwise, if it were truly equal, the strongest in a 6th Tier world would also be the strongest in a 9th Tier world, which is impossible. The strongest in a 6th Tier world is only 6th Tier and cannot compare to a 9th Tier.

"So, are you here to rest?" Qin Muye asked.

"No, I sensed something unusual while digging," Ji Shan said, his expression serious.

"What did you sense?"

"Something unusual."

"???" Qin Muye was puzzled: "Don't be cryptic. What exactly did you sense?"

"I don't know. I just sensed it, I didn't see it," Ji Shan explained seriously. He had sensed something amiss but hadn't identified it, so he referred to it as "something."

"Can we use a different term next time?" Qin Muye finally understood and continued: "Cough, here's the deal. Why don't you stop digging? What if you dig up something significant?"

"It's fine. You can handle it. Besides, I think this thing will eventually explode. Given your level of disaster, it's best to be prepared," Ji Shan said honestly. Whether they encountered it or not, problems would arise, so it was better to investigate and see if they could resolve it.

(End of Chapter)

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