The Great Dream God

The Human Empire, a "Glorious Temple" that stands eternally on the top of the hourglass of time, is like a dazzling diamond in the long river of history, shining with endless glory and majesty. Its territory is like a complex brocade, vast and boundless, covering countless noble territories scattered like stars on the vast land. These territories, like the Milky Way sprinkled on the world, each blooms with unique brilliance, interweaving with each other, and together constructing the magnificent territory of the empire. Each lord is a heavy color on this magnificent picture. Their stories, like treasures in an epic, shine brightly and cast an unparalleled glorious chapter in the Human Empire.

In this vast territory, every owner is a symbol of the glory of the empire. They wear gorgeous titles bestowed by the emperor himself, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, shining brightly on the vast canopy of power. The Duke is a majestic North Star, leading the direction of everyone; the Marquis is like the morning star at dawn, heralding new hope; the Earl is the Venus in the evening, warm and solemn; the Viscount is like a comet in the afternoon, short-lived but dazzling; the Baron is the first ray of sunshine in the morning, giving people new strength. These five levels of nobility have their own characteristics, each blooming their own unique style on the stage of power, and together weaving a splendid court painting.

Under the starry night sky, there is a bright moon, whose light is like the most dazzling treasure in the world, shining on the extremely respected land. The territory of the Duke is like the place where the light of the full moon shines. The territory there is vast and boundless, like a fairyland between heaven and earth, with lush and verdant trees, and every tree seems to whisper the story of the years. The layers of forests are full of green, interweaving with the deep blue of the sky into a colorful oil painting, lifelike, and every color is telling endless dignity and glory. This is the territory of the Duke, every inch of land is full of majesty and respect, like a poem under the moonlight, singing the supreme glory and power.

Qingzhou, the bright pearl in the east corner of the empire, is glittering like a jade dew in the morning light, crystal clear and mysterious. Here, a distinguished duke stands at the pinnacle of power. His existence is like the soul of Qingzhou, affecting the pulse of every inch of land. His authority is like the sea, flowing endlessly, and his orders are like thunder piercing the sky, shocking all directions. Under his shadow, the mountains, rivers, markets, and fields of Qingzhou are flourishing and orderly. Every resident is bathed in the glory of his power, and their hearts are full of awe and respect for the duke. In this fertile land, his shadow is everywhere, like the Big Dipper in the sky, guiding Qingzhou towards a prosperous future.

In this vast country, the authority of the Duke is like the bright North Star, hanging high in the sky, leading the way. However, under its majestic halo, the Marquises are like shining stars, each in charge of a piece of territory. They twinkle in the night sky, each doing their own thing, and constructing a magnificent starry sky. The Earls, Viscounts and Barons revolve around it like planets, in an orderly manner, adhering to their own orbits. Their existence is like a carefully woven piece of music, each note represents a kind of power, and together they maintain this strict and exquisite ladder of power, each level shines with gorgeous luster, showing endless honor and majesty.

In the majestic halls of the empire, every leap in rank is like climbing a ladder to heaven, and the steps are inlaid with endless harsh trials. The court's test is like a sword forged in ice, sharpening the edge of the brave. Only those with unfathomable strength and wisdom like bright stars can stand firm in the storm of challenges. They use courage as armor and wisdom as shield, step forward step by step, step through thorns, break through the fog, and navigate the ocean of power with ease. Every promotion is a touch of heavy ink in the chapter of life, showing their brilliance and extraordinaryness, until they stand at the pinnacle of power and overlook all living beings.

The order of the empire is like a magnificent symphonic poem, grand and profound, with every note praising the solemn theme of private ownership. This theme, like bright stars inlaid in the night sky, shines with unparalleled light and is regarded as the irrefutable supreme truth in the universe. Its every rhythm is a dance of power and rules, interpreting the iron-like social rhythm, which makes all living beings worship it. Private ownership is an imperial existence, its notes echoing in every corner of the empire, shaping the prosperous scene, weaving a series of magnificent pictures of life, intoxicating the world and sighing at the supreme wisdom and power in this grand movement.

In this complex and profound social structure, its solidity is as unshakable as a rock, because every heart deeply understands that the thorny road of rebellion is not the only smooth road to freedom. People choose to stick to it, sharpen the corners of life with the spark of wisdom, and weave the warp and weft of harmony with understanding and tolerance. They believe that in the rhythm of order, they can also find their own voice, which is a kind of quiet power that does not need to subvert the world, a hymn of harmony and difference, and a poem of silent cultivation. Therefore, this rock-like social structure, carrying diverse dreams, stands in the torrent of time, quietly watching the life and death of all things, and the years are quiet and good.

In this grand court, there is no need to wield swords and sabers, as sharp weapons belong only to the raging waves of the battlefield. If you have the ambition to become the emperor and the strength to turn the tide, you can step forward and join the election. The test of the court is like sharpening a sharp blade, impartial and selfless. Only after going through the trials can the true qualities of a hero be revealed. Once you pass these trials, you will be canonized as a marquis and hold the supreme power to elect the emperor. At that time, every choice you make will determine the rise and fall of the empire and write a chapter in history. This is a silent war, a contest of wisdom and courage. The winner will stand at the pinnacle of power and overlook the world.

The grand election held every four years is like an open, dazzling feast. On this grand stage, the throne of power shines brightly, as if it is just around the corner. It is a thorny road to the throne. Only those with fearless courage and profound wisdom can stand out in this complex competition. Every step is a test of courage, and every choice is a spark of wisdom. The throne shining with glory stands quietly in the clouds. It does not speak, but with a silent call, it attracts all those who aspire to the top. It is waiting, waiting for a hero who can control it, to crown himself with sweat and wisdom, and to take the supreme power into his arms.