"Hmph."
Zuo Qianhu snorted coldly, turned around, and left.
He knew he wasn't a match for those women—he had to hurry back and report to His Majesty.
Those so-called goddesses were not the saviors of the dynasty. On the contrary, they had come to destroy it.
Man Sui watched Zuo Qianhu ride away with his men, then began to consider her next step.
To rule this land, manpower was essential.
The quickest way to establish control was to replace all officials and most of the military.
Otherwise, even if she stormed the palace and killed the emperor along with his ministers and generals, the country would splinter into regional powers.
Though eventual unification was inevitable, it would come at a heavy cost in lives.
Man Sui understood that a ruler needed an iron-fisted policy, but if unnecessary bloodshed could be avoided, she would avoid it.
She opened the points exchange system.
Among the available items was the option to summon individuals from her own world.
These entry permits clearly weren't meant for her fellow sisters—each of them was already capable of entering worlds on their own, many ruling empires themselves.
They wouldn't work for free unless it was for someone they trusted—or for points.
Man Sui thought of the civil servants back in her own country—those perpetually idle bureaucrats.
They fussed over trivial matters, terrified of losing their iron rice bowls and ending up working in factories.
With the rise of artificial intelligence and widespread surveillance, most administrative work no longer required human involvement.
A single case could now be fully handled by AI from start to finish, complete with detailed records. The human civil servants only needed to confirm whether the results were acceptable.
If all looked fine, they approved it.
If something seemed off, they would investigate and report.
After all, AI logic didn't always align with human reasoning.
For instance, imagine two AIs trading goods.
One AI says, "I'll take three doughnuts, and if there's bread, make it one."
The other AI, seeing the bread, would only provide one doughnut.
A human would understand it as three doughnuts plus one loaf of bread.
AI logic, however, dictated that if there was bread, only one doughnut should be given.
Man Sui contacted Qionghua.
The two connected via video call.
"What's going on? Why call me at this hour?" Qionghua asked curiously.
"Qionghua, how many of our civil servants own virtual game pods or helmets?"
"Why do you ask? Let me check... around ninety-five percent. Don't tell me you're investigating whether they play adult games?"
"No," Man Sui replied. "I'm in another world—and I'm authorized to create accounts for them."
"Hmm?"
"So I plan to bring them here for evaluation—to test their abilities."
"Got it. I'll send out a notice."
...
Hell Girl World.
Qionghua quickly drafted a notice and sent it to all civil servants.
The moment they received it, the previously idle and aimless officials were instantly awakened, brimming with excitement as they began preparing.
Most were young civil servants, full of passion.
They had once dreamed of serving their nation, of achieving great things—but after joining, they found themselves with nothing to do. Each day passed in boredom, their talents wasted.
Over the decades, the world had changed beyond recognition.
Peace reigned. The nation prospered.
Crime was scarce—especially since the existence of Hell had been proven real.
Even the most reckless man no longer dared to say things like, "Go ahead and kill me, I'll be reborn in eighteen years as a good man again."
Anyone who committed a grave sin might not reincarnate for centuries.
Now, artificial intelligence managed almost all affairs.
Many officials felt their jobs could be done just as well by a trained dog. That constant fear of being replaced made them restless.
They longed to prove themselves—to demonstrate their worth.
But with AI performing tasks flawlessly and efficiently, opportunities were scarce. Finding work often meant nitpicking over trivialities or creating problems where none existed.
This was their chance.
An inter-world evaluation.
Personally overseen by Lady Man Sui and Empress Qionghua.
Succeed, and they could earn promotions and raises.
Fail, and they might lose their positions.
Man Sui quickly selected the first batch of participants from various sectors—soldiers, police officers, doctors, teachers, and government officials—totaling ten thousand.
Since their accounts were temporary, the amount of nanomaterial and computing power allocated to them was limited.
To reduce unnecessary consumption, their nanomaterial bodies were converted into human-like flesh—fixed forms identical to real humans.
Their physical capabilities were at the peak of human potential.
They lacked the invulnerability, shapeshifting, and weapon-generating abilities that Man Sui and her peers possessed.
"Greetings, Lady Man Sui!"
The ten thousand summoned participants stood upright, raising their right hands smartly in salute.
Bowing had long been abolished. The hand salute was now standard protocol.