Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

Prince Ignis was still unconscious, safely tossed out on the cathedral steps, while the rest of the high-society nobility had scrambled away in terror. Left behind inside the sacred, vaulted halls were the terrified, weeping Fox Clan elders—who had quickly realized their clan was now under the direct, unassailable protection of a True God—and Min-jae’s ten breathtaking wives, who had taken charge of organizing the real celebration.

Inside the palace’s sprawling starlight dressing chamber, the atmosphere was a mix of joyful chaos, sparkling laughter, and floating cosmetic runes.

Lin Miao sat in front of a massive mirror of polished moonstone, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at her reflection. She was no longer wearing her tattered crimson tunic. Instead, she was draped in a magnificent, flowing bridal gown woven from threads of pure starlight silk and crimson-gold embroidery—a gown designed instantly through Min-jae’s True God reality manifestation to match the imperial aesthetic of her new sisters.

Her long silver-blonde hair was styled into intricate, elegant braids, her fluffy white fox ears twitched with nervous excitement, and her nine sweeping white tails swayed softly behind her chair. Her voluptuous hourglass figure, full big chest, and wide hips were hugged perfectly by the high-end imperial robes, making her look less like an outcast runaway and more like a true celestial queen.

"Stop fidgeting, little fox, or I’m going to accidentally pin your ear to your veil," Yoo Ji-a teased affectionately, standing right behind Miao with a glowing golden hairpin. Ji-a’s radiant light-violet silk dress rustled softly as she adjusted the final touches on Miao’s crown.

"I... I still can’t believe this is real," Miao stammered, her sapphire eyes wide as she looked around the room. "An hour ago, I was dodging a two-mile-long dragon and crying over a ruined life. Now I’m... I’m marrying a True God alongside ten of the most gorgeous women in the multiverse?"

Liu Xiao walked over, holding a cup of sweet celestial nectar, and handed it to Miao with a warm, reassuring smile. "Welcome to our reality, Miao. Drink up—you need your energy for the main event."

"And don’t worry about your clan," Major General Ye-rin added, crossing her arms with a confident smirk. "We left a small battalion of automated starlight sentinels outside your ancestral home. If any rival beast-clans try anything funny, they’ll find themselves turned into high-altitude fertilizer. Your family is permanently safe."

Tears welled up in Miao’s eyes. She stood up and pulled Ji-a and Xiao into a tight, emotional hug, her nine tails wrapping around them in a fluffy cocoon of gratitude. "Thank you... thank you all so much. I promise I’ll be a good wife—I won’t cause too much trouble!"

"Oh, causing trouble is practically a prerequisite for joining us," Medusa laughed richly, tossing her silver-blue hair over her shoulder. "Come on. The groom is waiting, and an emperor’s patience has limits."

The doors of the imperial starlight cathedral swung open, revealing a breathtaking view. The entire hall had been transformed into an ethereal garden of floating lotus flowers, glowing crystal pillars, and starlight carpets that stretched toward a magnificent, elevated twin-throne altar.

The high-ranking nobles of the galaxy and the trembling elders of the Fox Clan sat in reverent silence, watching in absolute awe.

Min-jae stood at the altar. He wore a sharp, midnight-black imperial tunic lined with intricate gold starlight embroidery, his dark eyes glowing with a quiet, powerful majesty. Standing in a semi-circle behind him were his ten wives—all smiling radiant, welcoming expressions as the wedding march began to play across the cosmic speakers.

As Lin Miao walked down the grand aisle, the entire cathedral held its breath. She looked like a vision straight out of an ancient myth—stunning, elegant, fiercely beautiful, and radiating the sweet, vibrant energy of a newly awakened celestial fox goddess.

When she finally reached the altar, Min-jae stepped forward, offering his hand with a warm, confident smile.

"You clean up nicely for a runaway thief, Miao," Min-jae whispered softly as she placed her small hand in his.

Miao flushed a brilliant crimson, her sapphire eyes sparkling with mischief and absolute adoration. "Stolen goods look better when they’re properly claimed, my lord."

The ceremony itself wasn’t bound by the petty, rigid laws of mortal kingdoms or dragon syndicates. It was sealed by the ancient, unbreakable bonds of the True God Realm. As Min-jae raised his hand, a ring of pure, blinding starlight manifested around Miao’s finger, fusing her soul directly into the shared dual-cultivation matrix of the household.

A massive wave of warm, golden divine energy pulsed outward across the cathedral, washing over every single person in attendance. The Fox Clan elders wept tears of pure joy and absolute relief as they realized their bloodline was now elevated to the highest tier of universal nobility.

"By the authority vested in myself, the cosmos, and ten very opinionated wives," Min-jae announced, pulling Miao into his arms and pressing a deep, passionate kiss to her lips as the crowd erupted into thunderous applause, "you are officially bound to me for eternity."

"Mmm~!" Miao gasped softly into the kiss, her nine tails fluffing up wildly behind her in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as her new life as an imperial queen officially began.

That evening, the grand starlight palace on Elysium Prime hosted a celebration that shook the stars. Fireworks made of compressed nebulas painted the night sky, and the entire planet toasted to the health of the emperor and his eleventh bride.

But once the public festivities quieted down, the real celebration moved behind the heavy obsidian doors of the master imperial suite.

The massive bed—built specifically to accommodate a True God and his growing family—was already a soft, sprawling ocean of silk sheets and glowing cushions.

Min-jae sat right in the center, his shirt discarded, looking around as his eleven breathtaking wives crowded onto the mattress.

"Well," Min-jae smirked, leaning back against the pillows as Lin Miao—still wearing her glowing crimson-and-gold bridal gown—crawled into his lap with a nervous, daring smile. "The council has expanded. Eleven queens. Do you ladies think my divine stamina can handle a parliamentary majority?"

"We’re about to put your divine constitution to a rigorous, multi-positional stress test, husband," Yoo Ji-a purred, leaning over to nip playfully at his shoulder.

"Let’s see if the newlywed can keep up with the veterans," Liu Xiao teased, sliding up on his right side while Medusa and Bylai locked down his left.

Miao looked down at Min-jae, her sapphire eyes shining with a fierce, burning love. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his in a deep, hungry kiss while her hands rested firmly on his chest. "I’ll show you just how fiercely a fox claims her forever, my lord."

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The golden morning sun of Elysium Prime streamed through the soaring, crystal-paned arches of the grand imperial throne room, painting the white-jade and gold floors in warm, brilliant beams of light. Outside, the immense capital metropolis buzzed with life, but inside the hall, an atmosphere of tense, breathless anticipation hung heavy in the air.

High-ranking ambassadors, supreme sector chancellors, and delegates from the surviving galactic federations stood in neat, trembling rows along the central marble aisle. Ever since the complete, effortless vaporization of the Celestial Dragon Syndicate’s three-hundred-ship dreadnought armada, the entire cosmos had learned a very quick, very loud lesson: Do not test the True God.

At the head of the chamber sat the magnificent, shared imperial throne.

Min-jae reclined casually in the center, his midnight-black imperial tunic open slightly at the collar, radiating a quiet, effortless majesty. Surrounding him in a semi-circle of breathtaking beauty and sovereign power were his eleven queens.

Yoo Ji-a and Lin Miao flanked his immediate left and right—Ji-a sipping a cup of celestial tea with an amused smirk, while Miao, wearing a sleek crimson-and-gold robe with her fluffy white fox ears twitching curiously, looked out over the assembly with a mix of awe and newfound royal pride. Behind them stood Liu Xiao, Medusa, Gu Bylai, Major General Ye-rin, Han Seo-yoon, Han Chae-won, the twins, and Vance, each radiating an aura of dangerous, immortal elegance.

"Announcing the grand delegation of the Outer Nebula Council!" the royal herald announced, his voice echoing nervously off the jade pillars.

Three heavily decorated alien ambassadors—representing the wealthiest trade guilds and technocratic federations in the galaxy—stepped forward. They immediately dropped to their knees, pressing their foreheads against the cold marble floor in absolute submission.

"O Supreme Emperor Kang Min-jae, Sovereign of the True God Realm," the lead ambassador stammered, holding up a massive, glowing chest filled with rare stellar gems, ancient artifacts, and planetary deeds with trembling hands. "We come on behalf of the Outer Nebula Council to offer our absolute allegiance, an annual tribute of ten percent of all interstellar trade revenue, and our deepest apologies for ever doubting your divine authority!"

Min-jae rested his chin on his knuckles, looking down at the glittering tribute with a mild, unbothered expression. "Ten percent? For a syndicate that used to tax my patience daily, that feels a bit low, doesn’t it?"

The lead ambassador turned pale green, sweating profusely. "F-Fifteen percent! Twenty percent! Whatever the Emperor deems fair!"

A soft, melodic chuckle rippled through the line of queens.

"Oh, let them keep twenty-five percent, husband," Liu Xiao whispered, leaning over with a playful smile. "We need to clear out space in the lower vault anyway; Chae-won’s collection of ancient dragon-scales is already taking up three wings of the palace."

"Hey! Those are valuable crafting materials!" Chae-won protested playfully from behind, crossing her arms while the rest of the wives giggled.

Miao watched the terrified diplomats shivering on the floor, then turned her gaze toward Min-jae. A wicked, mischievous grin—the exact same grin she had used when she stole the Dragon Syndicate’s pearl—spread across her face. She leaned close to Min-jae’s ear.

"You know, my lord," Miao purred softly, her nine tails swaying behind her, "since we’re expanding the imperial budget, maybe we should tax the merchant guilds an extra planetary cruiser just for wasting your morning."

Min-jae smirked, sliding his arm around Miao’s waist and pulling her close. "I like how quickly you’ve adapted to imperial economics, my queen. Consider the additional cruiser officially billed."

The lead ambassador nearly fainted right there on the floor, stammering out hurried words of gratitude before quickly backing away, dragging his sweating delegation out of the throne room as fast as their legs could carry them.

As the massive obsidian doors of the throne room slammed shut, sealing out the last of the trembling galactic delegates, the formal, intimidating atmosphere dissolved instantly into an explosion of bright, cheerful laughter.

"Well," Major General Ye-rin snorted, crossing her arms as she watched the last ambassador trip over his own robes on the way out. "As far as political subjugation goes, that was remarkably efficient. Not a single shot fired, and we just acquired three new star systems and a chest of shiny rocks."

"Diplomacy is easy when your husband can snap his fingers and turn an entire fleet into starlight dust," Yoo Ji-a laughed, standing up from her seat and walking over to drape herself over the back of Min-jae’s throne, running her fingers through his hair.

Min-jae caught Ji-a’s hand, pulling her around to sit right on his lap alongside Miao, who was already comfortably settled against his side. The rest of the queens swarmed in close, turning the massive imperial throne into a cozy, chaotic tangle of laughing, talking women.

"So," Min-jae looked around at his eleven wives, his dark eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Now that the galaxy has officially bowed, the trade routes are secured, and our vaults are overflowing with tribute... what does the council want to do for the rest of the day?"

"I move for an immediate adjournment of all state affairs," Medusa purred, leaning against his shoulder with a sultry smile. "Followed by a private celebration in the starlight pools."

"Seconded," Xiao agreed instantly, her emerald eyes flashing with playful intent.

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