Within a single week of Titan Emperor Gu Zon signing the municipal cooperation treaty with both thumbs, all one hundred high-gravity worlds of the Titan-Bone Martial Dynasty were officially integrated into the Dry-Well Spiral Arm Empire.
Every morning at dawn, when Emperor Gu Zon happily beat his three-mile-wide Ancestral Dragon War-Drum outside the new Central Canteen—DOOOOOM! DOOOOOM!—it was no longer a call for bloody war. Instead, it was the morning breakfast bell for fifty billion thirty-foot-tall Titan citizens!
Across the one hundred formerly barren, rock-strewn gravity worlds, Pei Xuan opened one hundred branches of the 10,000x Gravity Public Hot-Spring & Gym, alongside ten thousand municipal noodle canteens, public elementary schools, and Sweet-Spring water stations.
For the first time in eighty thousand years, ordinary Titan families didn’t have to chew raw iron-ore or watch their elders become paralyzed from untreated star-pressure fractures. Every Titan child drank warm Sweet-Spring soybean milk in the morning, practiced the zero-flaw Furnace-Blood Scripture at school, and watched their parents come home from work without a single aching joint.
And in return, fifty billion thirty-foot Titan men and women—led by Emperor Gu Zon, Crown Prince Gu Ba, and General Gu Shan—enthusiastically volunteered for Dry-Well Village’s newest elite municipal department:
