Alex lingered in the quiet cabin of his car, his gaze fixed on the luminous architectural schematic floating across his vision.
The deeper he examined the Empire Builder interface, the more the cold brilliance of the system became clear.
In this world, raw personal strength could make a man a lethal blade, but it could never make him an untouchable sovereign.
Power without territory was nomadic and fragile. Territory without surveillance was an open invitation to assassination.
With the Territorial Ward, 14 Central Corridor would no longer be just a disputed glass-and-steel skyscraper—it was an active fortress. Any hostile cultivator stepping across its perimeter with killing intent would trigger an immediate warning in his mind.
Combined with the 15% vital essence recovery buff for sworn subordinates, the building became a lethal meat grinder for any invader stupid enough to breach the lobby.
And that was only Level 1.
