I'm not a drama god

"But in all those years, humanity has only produced a few ninth-tier demigods... How come there are so many recently?" Jing Si was completely baffled. "Where did these ten dukes come from?"

Eunuch Zuo gave him a meaningful look:

"These are things that others are not qualified to know... but Young Master Jingsi has the opportunity."

"The White Egret Division is responsible for gathering intelligence from all over the world, which naturally involves secrets about those dukes. Once you arrive at the White Egret Division and meet the new head, you will know."

"A new head?" Jing Si asked in surprise. "Has the head of the White Heron Division changed?"

"You'll know when you get there."

As if he had made up his mind, Eunuch Zuo said no more to Jing Si. He led Jing Si through the palace and finally arrived at a side hall.

"We've arrived," said Eunuch Zuo. "This newly appointed head of the White Egret Bureau has just finished meeting His Majesty and is currently organizing documents in the side hall... This old servant will stop here. You may speak with him yourself from now on."

Jing Si glanced at the side hall gate, then respectfully clasped his hands in greeting to Eunuch Zuo:

"Thank you very much, Eunuch Zuo."

Jing Si knocked on the side hall door, and after a faint "hmm" came from inside, he pushed the door open and entered.

As the wooden door creaked open, a strong smell of paper mixed with dust wafted into Jing Si's nostrils, causing him to cough twice involuntarily... He frowned and stared ahead, only to see that the side hall was almost completely filled with densely packed wooden boxes.

Some of these wooden boxes were already open, while others remained sealed. At this moment, in the center of the side hall, a figure stood calmly.

He was a young man dressed in simple cloth clothes, with a simple hairpin on his head, and ink line and chisels hanging from his waist. Jing Si didn't quite understand them. He had long, slender hands and a capable face. He didn't have the bureaucratic air that Jing Si had originally imagined. Instead, he exuded a craftsman's spirit...

The young man raised his eyes and casually glanced at Jing Si. At the same time, an indescribable pressure enveloped Jing Si's heart!

This wasn't the young man actively emanating an aura of oppression, but rather a habitual gesture. Jing Si had been raised by Lord Wei since childhood and was extremely familiar with the aura of such a powerful figure... However, he could clearly sense that the aura of this young man was even far superior to that of Lord Wei!

This is a...

A ninth-tier demigod?!

This was the first time Jing Si had felt the aura of a demigod so closely, and he stood there stunned for a moment.

"You are Jing Si?" The young man looked him up and down, shaking his head with a hint of disappointment. "I thought they would send an experienced old man to assist me... but I didn't expect it to be a teenager."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have taken on this hot potato. I would have just focused on developing something new..."

The young man thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I see……"

"How about this, I'll hand over all of Bailu Division's affairs to you from now on... including my salary, okay? You help me deal with these messy files, and come to me when you encounter any troubles you can't handle."

The young man seemed to be completely immersed in his own world. He handed over the entire White Heron Company to Jing Si in just a few words, and then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and completely relax.

Respectfully yours: ? ? ?

"My lord..." Jing Si's mind went blank. "You...you..."

“Now, you are the head of the department, I am just in name only,” the young man said seriously.

"..." Jing Si never expected things to unfold this way. After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "May I ask... how is your name addressed? Which duke are you?"

The young man suddenly fell silent.

“My past name… is no longer important.” The young man paused for a moment. “In this life, I only have the character ‘Star’… They all call me Duke of Star.”

"This life?" Jing Si's eyes were filled with confusion.

"What? Has no one told you?" Duke Xingguo spoke calmly, "We dukes are all demigods who have proven our Dao in history, but we were forcibly resurrected from the Ghost Path to live another life..."

These words struck Jing Si like a thunderclap.

Demigods in history?

Forced resurrection?

These words had a huge impact on Jing Si. He simply couldn't imagine such a thing... No wonder demigods suddenly sprang up like mushrooms after rain in this era. It turned out that the demigods of the past had been resurrected.

"Resurrection is inherently defying the heavens, requiring possession of another's body and arduous cultivation from scratch... In the end, it will inevitably suffer a backlash from fate. I truly do not wish to do such a thing." The Duke of Xingguo shook his head.

"But Your Majesty is right. Human civilization is on the verge of extinction. Someone has to stand up and protect the people."

As soon as Jing Si entered the White Egret Bureau, he heard a shocking secret, and it took him a long time to recover from it:

"And you... who are you, a demigod in history?"

Duke Xingguo did not answer.

He simply stared quietly at the book in his hands, and after a long while, he smiled with relief.

"In the path of wit, it's just an insignificant grain of sand," Duke Xingguo said calmly. "If you want to know, there's a secret about us dukes in that box over there. Go see it for yourself later... You are the head of the White Egret Bureau, so you have the authority."

Duke Xingguo gently placed the scroll in his hand on the table and walked step by step out of the side hall.

As he passed by Jing Si, he took out a delicately crafted mechanical bird from his sleeve and handed it to Jing Si:

"If you encounter any trouble, just pluck the third feather on your tail; it will allow you to contact me."

After saying that, he walked out of the side hall without looking back and disappeared without a trace.

Jing Si held the mechanical bird, standing blankly in the empty side hall, still not having recovered for a moment.

He was ordered to assist the new head of the White Egret Division... but the head of the division simply washed his hands of everything and dumped all the responsibilities on him... and he had absolutely no idea how to handle these matters!

Looking at the room full of books and documents, Jing Si felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

at this time,

His gaze fell on the scroll that the Duke of Xingguo had just been holding.

He walked step by step to the desk, picked up the book, which seemed to be quite old. On the simple cover, four large characters were neatly written:

— Tiangong Kaiwu (The Exploitation of the Works of Nature).

Upon seeing these four words, Jing Si's mouth involuntarily opened wide... A name that only existed in textbooks suddenly jumped into his mind, and he abruptly turned his head to look in the direction where the Duke of Xingguo had left.

he is……

Jing Si's hands trembled as he held the book. He suddenly remembered what the Duke of Xingguo had said earlier, and rushed to a wooden box. He opened it and found a thin sheet of paper inside.

That was the highest secret record of information about the various dukes.

Jing Si picked up the page and glanced at the many names...

"This……"

Jing Si was stunned, as if he were a wooden chicken.