A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Divine Kingdom, this is another term frequently mentioned in online novels.

Originally a term exclusive to Western fantasy novels, now all kinds of novels are stuffing this concept into their works.

But very few people can actually explain it clearly.

Hu Biao didn't know either.

His "divine kingdom" is different from the concepts in these novels; it is a real planet.

Proxima Centauri B.

The deaths of hundreds of people have proven one thing: Proxima Centauri b is indeed a habitable planet for humans, at least in parts of it.

That's enough!

I dragged the person over there, put them down, looked at the sky, looked at the ground, looked at the surrounding environment, and said, "This is my divine kingdom. Who dares not believe me?"

Of course, he also knew that the "divine kingdom" could not be established overnight, nor could it be established by him alone. He was not foolish enough to pioneer on a strange planet by himself. He didn't even know how long ordinary humans could survive in this godforsaken place.

However, it doesn't matter. He never thought that one person could transform this place, and he believed in the human ability to survive.

Previously, we brought people over one by one. Solo wilderness survival mode, how can it compare to a group?

Humans are social animals after all. What if we brought a large number of people to this planet to develop it? What if the people we brought had the technology, the equipment, and the knowledge?

As for the selection...

There are billions of people on Earth, so why not just send a few thousand over?

Anyway, these thousands of people are all bad people, so their disappearance from Earth is a good thing for Earth.

What makes you say these people are bad people?

Based on what he said, it's all about free judgment!

What's so difficult about that?

Putting so many people here will surely unleash their greatest potential in order to survive, since the will to live is inexhaustible!

These were just simple tasks for him.

This can be considered his first experiment in biological research!

I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it!

————I am a dividing line————

In the heart of Krabland, in the South Pacific, a heavily guarded private estate on the outskirts of Minchchi.

On a rainy night, the sultry, humid air carried the distinctive scent of humus from the jungle. In the study on the third floor of the manor house, the heavy teak blinds were tightly shut, blocking any possible outside views. Three brass kerosene lamps flickered in the center of the long table, casting shifting shadows on the three faces seated around it.

Seated at the head of the table was Wu Tunji, fifty-six years old, the de facto ruler of the Kra National Defense Army. He was short and stocky, with dark, rough skin, and a deep, bone-revealing scar below his left eye, a souvenir from a firefight with government forces twenty years ago. At this moment, he was tapping the table with his short, thick fingers, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"How much 'donation' did that so-called cult collect on our territory this month?" Wu Tunji's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against a wooden board.

Sitting on his right is his deputy in charge of finance and taxation, Keqi. He is in his early forties, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and has a refined appearance. But those who know him well know that he was once a top student in the Department of Economics at Qingguang University. Later, due to his family's involvement in political purges, he fled into the jungle and became Wu Tunji's most capable accountant.

Ketchum adjusted his glasses and opened the ledger in front of him: "At least three million ra, mainly collected from six villages on our state's border. The villagers there used to pay us forest land use fees and tolls every month, but now that amount is 40% less."

"Forty percent!" The third person sitting on the left slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. He was Wu Tunji's nephew and head of the guard, Wu Jueming, thirty years old, with a fiery temper and a fresh scar on his face that ran from his brow bone to his jaw. He had been slashed with a machete by villagers who resisted when he led the "requisition" last month.

"Those damned peasants say they gave all their money to the cult and begged the judge to protect them from being harassed by evil people. Uncle, the evil people they're talking about are us!"

Wu Tunji's eyes darkened. The scar on his face twisted in the kerosene lamplight, making it appear even more menacing.

"Go on," he gestured to Ketchum.

Ketchum nodded and continued his report: "The cult has also recruited followers in several jade mines and timber transport lines under our control. Last week, more than thirty miners in the Bawen mining area collectively requested to stop work for half an hour every noon for sunrise prayer. According to the cult's rules, they are supposed to pray at sunrise every day, but recently, they found some new ritual that added an extra prayer time. The foreman disagreed, and as a result, the foreman disappeared the next day."

The air in the study suddenly froze.

Wu Tunji stopped knocking.

Although several months have passed since the series of disappearances in Southeast Asia, the deep-seated fear among the people, especially in remote areas, has never dissipated.

Many people privately believe that the missing persons were taken away by the "Judges," but no one knows where they were taken, and no one dares to investigate further.

"A coincidence?" Wu Tunji asked slowly.

Ketchum smiled wryly: "The miners all say it's divine punishment. There's a saying circulating in the mining area now that anyone who is detrimental to the believers of the Judge will be watched by the Judge; at best, they'll be plagued by misfortune, at worst, they'll simply disappear from the face of the earth."

"Bullshit!" Wu Jueming spat. "What judge? They're just playing tricks! I sent someone to infiltrate their so-called cult to check it out. They're just a bunch of ignorant people kneeling on the ground chanting some nonsensical incantations, with a few gaudy-dressed 'priests' performing some kind of shamanistic ritual! Their Patriarch Sowin, I checked him out. He used to be a hoodlum who couldn't make it in Qingguang. He's done everything from theft and robbery to fraud. Now he's suddenly become God's spokesperson? What a joke!"

Wu Tunji didn't reply immediately. He picked up the cheap whiskey on the table, took a sip, and the spicy liquid slid down his throat.

"Is there any other force supporting the cult?" he asked Ketch.

"Nothing has been found yet," Ketchum replied cautiously. "Their funding mainly comes from donations from followers, but the amounts are not large. The order forbids its followers from participating in any political activities or engaging in direct conflict with local armed groups, but..." He paused, "they are expanding rapidly. According to our intelligence, within three months, they have developed at least a thousand core followers, and the number of peripheral followers may exceed two thousand. Moreover—"

Ketchum opened another document: "They began setting up their own relief stations, distributing food and medicine to poor believers; they also established rudimentary schools to teach children to read, but the teaching materials were mixed with a lot of doctrine. Over time, we..."

Wu Jueming scoffed, "If you ask me, we should just take men and raid their headquarters! Arrest all those patriarchs and bishops, and interrogate them in front of those ignorant masses to see if they are true messengers of God or just fake charlatans!"

"And then?" Wu Tunji finally spoke, his voice eerily calm. "If nothing happens after the interrogation, that's fine. But what if... after the interrogation, we also start having people disappear?"

Wu Jueming opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Silence fell in the study again, broken only by the faint crackling of the burning kerosene lamp wick.

The shadow cast by the Nanyang disappearance case is too deep.

Those who disappeared, from thugs in the fraud park to generals of the Kingdom of Thailand, were all either extremely powerful or heavily guarded.

If this cult is truly connected to the Judge...

"We can't take direct action," Wu Tunji finally concluded, "but we can't just sit idly by either."

He looked at Ketchum: "You just said that the order forbids its members from participating in politics and doesn't directly confront us?"

"Yes, their rules are very strict," Wu Jueming said. "They are very different from ordinary small groups."

"Then let them break their vows." A cold glint flashed in Wu Tunji's eyes. "Arrange for several groups of people to disguise themselves as our patrol teams and harass the important meeting points of the cult. Remember, don't kill anyone, just vandalize and humiliate their priests, and steal their offering boxes. Force them to resist."

He then looked at Wu Jueming: "Find a few clever newcomers, have them infiltrate the cult, and try to climb the ranks. I need to know if their inner circle has anything real. Also, find out exactly what their 'divine pronouncements' and 'divine grace' are—is it hypnosis? Drug control? Or is there really supernatural power?"

They both nodded at the same time.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the study, accompanied by a guard's nervous whisper: "General, there are guests outside who want to see you."

Wu Tunji frowned: "Now? Who?"

"He said he knows you, his name is William Tam, and he met you once before in Qingguang."

"William Tam?" Wu Tunji seemed to realize something, his expression suddenly changed, and he stood up, saying, "Take me to see him!"