I'm a villain in the superhero world.

"The moon is behaving strangely at this time... Is it the movement of the Yin Beast?"

In Japan, in a place too dark to look directly at, within the Amaterasu Palace.

He looked no more than twenty years old, but he was an immortal who had lived in the world for thousands of years and had noticed the strange changes in the Taiyin Beast.

In the legends of this land, the man known as Emperor Jimmu was slightly surprised, and a few amused smiles appeared on his lips.

"That divine child of our time truly deserves the title of the strongest Yin spirit in a thousand years—"

Amaterasu, Iwao Hiko-no-Mikoto, the Immortal, Emperor Jimmu, the sorcerer Xu Fu, the god Ibawa Reihiko-no-Mikoto...

These are all titles that this person once held in the Imperial Palace.

Even so, despite being a demigod of the sixth level, he couldn't help but admire Lü Buyi.

"At just over twenty years old, he has already reached the sixth level of energy..."

"Truly a genius of unparalleled talent."

Xu Fu smiled slightly, reached out and grasped the Futsu-no-Mitama that had been placed there.

"It seems that breaking His Majesty's seal in this era will indeed be a difficult journey."

He shook his head, seemingly lost in thought, but eventually turned and looked at the only dark spot in the Amaterasu Palace.

"You mean... the Eighteenth Young Master?"

There was no response from the shadows, but the blurry, indistinct figure slowly stood up.

He looked up and gazed at the moonlight.

He reached out, wanting to hold tightly what had once belonged to him.

In the end, however, he let go and lowered his head.

He murmured softly, so softly that outsiders could barely hear what he was saying.

But Xu Fu heard it; he was a demigod, so of course he could hear it.

He heard this first, and only, divine child abandoned by Taiyin whisper to himself:

"The Taiyin Beast, a tiny creature I casually created back then, has now grown so powerful..."

"Truly, fate is cruel."

Xu Fu wanted to hear more, but the figure in the shadows had already noticed him.

As a gaze shifted towards him, Xu Fu obediently raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I didn't eavesdrop." He was still smiling, but he didn't seem as afraid as he appeared.

The blurry figure in the shadows paid no attention to any of this.

He simply asked the most pressing question for them right now.

"Your wicked disciple, that woman who wanted to transform from a snake into a dragon—has she taken the bait?"

"At least for now, everything seems to be going well, and she's even brought along my good-for-nothing son and grandson. I'm actually starting to look forward to seeing what kind of show they'll put on..."

"However..." Xu Fu changed his tone and suddenly drew Futsu no Mitama from its sheath.

"Young master..."

His words were tactful, yet carried a subtle hint of mockery.

"Although I don't know how you found the Son of the Sun God, aren't you afraid that by forcing him to truly awaken at this time, everything will end up benefiting someone else?"

"I've heard that the seal on the eldest son is becoming increasingly loose; there is no other Liu Bang in this world now—"

"If he finds out what you and I are doing now, not to mention his hatred for your past betrayal, just the fact that we want to unseal His Majesty, I'm afraid the eldest son will not let us off the hook."

Futsu-no-Mitama is truly a divine weapon, a truly fine sword...

Even such a fine knife could not calm Xu Fu's mind.

He sheathed Futsu-no-Mitama and continued to ask in a low voice.

"Although the power of the eldest son's twelve heavenly generals, as well as the abilities of the four symbols and twenty-eight constellations, were all dismantled and divided by Liu Bang in the beginning—"

"But you're not much better off."

"If he gets angry, can the two of us really stop him?"

The figure in the shadows did not answer; he simply stared at Xu Fu, remaining silent.

Seeing this, Xu Fu stopped trying to embarrass himself. He looked up at the moon, his thoughts drifting away once more.

Of course, these two weren't the only ones to notice the unusual movement of the moon—

There are so many hidden and great things in this world.

They all saw and understood the progress of the Taiyin God Child, but they did nothing about it.

Because as long as that person is there, they can't do anything.

"To be at the fifth level and still be able to control the Yin Beast to this extent, that kid has improved—"

The old man, dressed in an old-fashioned gray suit and exuding the demeanor of a North American gentleman, patted the dust off his shoulders.

His hair and beard were already white, but his figure was still upright, giving people the illusion that he was still a young man.

"In that case, he is indeed the most suitable candidate among the younger generation."

He is no longer on Earth, but standing in the boundless universe, muttering to himself.

Behind him, a huge, rusty red eyeball chanted in an unknown language, as if providing accompaniment—

No, that wasn't an eyeball, but a massive, rusty red planet made of gas, ash, and molten iron.

That giant eye is the appearance formed by the faults and rifts that cover His outer shell, as well as His vast ocean of liquid iron!

He drifts through the universe, ceaselessly chanting hymns like a giant alarm clock—"The Voice of the Celestials."

He is the star of judgment, He is the forerunner of destruction!

He was once the warden, but now he is merely seal number 1162—Gheros!

"Quiet down a bit, Big Alarm Clock. We already have enough trouble. Don't wake up the other sleeping god."

The old man in gray sighed, and the large alarm clock that had been chanting hymns actually quieted down a little.

"The Primordial Dragon Emperor, the Bound King of Sorrow, the God of Blindness and Foolishness, and Ouroboros..."

"Spare me, why do all these troubles have to happen during my term?"

Lü Buyi was unaware of, unclear about, and indifferent to the reactions from various parties.

It's already late at night, and the moonlight is gradually fading away.

Lu Buyi returned to the mansion, sat in the front hall, and quietly pondered his plans for the future for a while.

Then I remembered that I needed to write a report.

"Rime," he suddenly called out, his voice not loud, but clearly carried.

A moment later, the doors to the front hall were silently pushed open.

As a snow woman who has lived for hundreds of years, Rime certainly wouldn't feel tired.

Therefore, as long as Lü Buyi calls, she can come to the head of the family anytime and anywhere to await orders.

"Master, is there anything I need to do specifically for you?" Rimei knelt by the door and bowed.

She didn't know why the head of the family would call her at night, so she could only make this guess.

And she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that the head of the family seemed different in some way.

But when asked to specify which aspect, Rime couldn't say.

"I have a very important task for you—" said Lü Buyi.

"It is my great honor, and I dare not disobey." Rimei kowtowed, speaking respectfully.

Since deciding to follow the head of the family four years ago, all the things the head of the family has asked me to do are normal daily routines and small tasks such as taking care of the courtyard.

The head of the family had never given him such a solemn instruction before!

Therefore, Rime herself also had some expectations.

Until she heard the usually aloof head of the family say in a serious tone that he wanted her to write a report for him.

Rime: "..."

Rime sighed, "Yes, sir."