"Damn, the Myriad Races' schemes are truly fucking insidious; really sweating bullets for the Fierce Empress here!"
"Yeah! Even knowing the Fierce Empress's plans, it still feels terrifying!"
"Sure enough, these ancient beings are no easy marks, each one of them is freaking frightening when they get going!"
"Hmph, so what! The Fierce Empress has already factored them down to the marrow, so what if they have such schemes, in the end they will still be cleaned up by the Fierce Empress!"
"It's a bit premature to say that now; the Fierce Empress has made arrangements that take everything into account, but the Myriad Races have devised an overt plot!"
"Then let's wait and see!"
The showdown between the Fierce Empress and the Myriad Races hadn't fully unfolded yet, and the living beings in reality had already started to argue.
There were generally two sides, one side believing the Fierce Empress will surely win, the other side believing the Myriad Races would be victorious.
