My wife is an immortal black snake.

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A few beads of cold sweat trickled down Yang Hao's forehead. After all, uranium-235 is a material related to nuclear weapons... Even in peacetime, few people on Earth are unaware of the power and harm caused by nuclear weapons—if the Colombians had discovered an entire warehouse of uranium-235 ore, it would definitely not be good news for Ursus.

That's a nuclear weapon, after all! In a world where most people and regimes don't have NBC (nuclear, biological, chemical) protection, even a single dirty bomb would be enough to pose a devastating threat to most mobile cities.

So is Colombia really that great? You guys just randomly dug up some uranium-235 from the ground? And the fact that you found uranium-235 but not the corresponding infrastructure is really strange...

...Could it be that the place where you dug up the uranium ore might have a launch vent buried just a few hundred meters underground?

...and to cause trouble at this critical juncture...

"call..."

This is really not good news.

Yang Hao stared at the lab ceiling, a headache forming in his eyes. He felt immense pressure; he needed to figure out how to deal with the impending nuclear threat—luckily, even if the Colombians used nuclear weapons, they'd probably target Casimir, not Ursus, giving him some breathing room...

"...Damn it, Margarita is still in Kazimierz, Jack's whole family is in Kazimierz, and the United City is in Kazimierz too. How could I forget..."

Then he recalled his Margarita, his good brother's family, and the less important fact that the United City was still within Kazimierz—if it were just the United City being in Kazimierz, then so be it. But the problem was that Jack's family and Margarita were in Kazimierz, which was...troublesome.

Not to mention, besides these two incredibly important figures to Yang Hao, there's also his own Sarkaz mercenaries, his creed, the Kosichean scales, and the fact that a portion of his people are all in Kazimir...

This is really—terrible!

I can't dodge, and fighting head-on seems pointless. What can I do? — No...

My Martian military factory...

Can't it also produce uranium-235?

Although it might take several years, that should be enough for his mother... I also need time to develop my nuclear technology...

Yang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to have found a way to break the deadlock—but this method could not alleviate his current pressure. After all, this was about "breaking the deadlock of the future," not about giving him a tool to withstand a nuclear attack on Colombia right now.

He still had to go see Miss Elegy. He could only rely on her now.

...... ......

in the afternoon.

When Yang Hao and Miss Karina, who was overjoyed and completely oblivious to the seriousness of the problem [in fact, only Yang Hao noticed the seriousness of the problem], returned to the Duke's mansion.

He didn't immediately go to find the pony, nor Miss Elegy, nor Koschei or His Majesty the Emperor—he simply sent Monica to take him to the warehouse where Miss Rabbi had stored the materials, who had already brought the coastal supplies back to the Duchy of Koschei.

The place was very close to the Duke's mansion, and they arrived quickly. Yang Hao looked at the various large, strangely shaped creature remains and their strong tendons stored in the cold storage room, and then at the coastal specialties for a while. After looking at them for a long time, he sighed. He had indeed received the raw materials for his ascension to become a puppeteer. [String] was ready.

“These things need to be stored properly, and we also need to study the value of those local specialties… Oh, and Monica—when we get back, could you please tell Theresa to order the Sarkaz mercenaries and remnants to stay away from the city as much as possible, okay?”

"Yes. But Lord Yang Hao? May I ask why?"

“Of course you can—but can we ask her when we get back? After all, this matter is very important, and I need to explain it to her when Kosiché is also present—it would be best if Her Majesty Catherine were also there.”

"Then I understand."

Head Maid Monica was as trustworthy as ever. After bringing Lord Yang Hao home, she left the Duke's mansion and went to Theresa's office to tell her about Lord Yang Hao's situation.

Afterwards, Yang Hao patiently waited for Monica to return in Koschche's private reception room. As it turned out, he not only saw Monica, but also Koschche and Her Majesty Ekaterina. Monica remembered Yang Hao's words, so when she returned, she also informed the two ladies of this sudden emergency.

After everyone had taken their seats and were looking at him with extreme confusion, Yang Hao took a deep breath and then sighed:

"In short, this is news that came to me suddenly..." He began with this sentence, and then began to explain the meaning of the [uranium-235] that the Colombians had unearthed.

In his description, nuclear weapons became weapons capable of destroying the world—of course, Yang Hao knew this was an exaggeration, but let's not forget that the world itself is already quite small due to natural disasters. Moving cities and running around to avoid disasters is already the best way to survive on this land, but if there's also nuclear radiation almost covering the entire surface, forget about playing house; fast-forwarding to a wasteland would be much more realistic.

While the Colombians certainly can't manufacture enough nuclear weapons to cover the entire Earth's surface, nor can they overcome the odds through sheer numbers—they can simply drop nuclear weapons on mobile cities. Mobile cities are so large; even with mortars, you can guarantee the nuclear warheads will land inside the city, right?

And if a nuclear weapon were to explode in a city... considering that Colombians probably can't make clean nuclear weapons, and all they can make now is a highly contaminated dirty bomb... those bombed mobile cities are basically useless, at least for the next few decades.

Of course, there's really no need to save the population mentioned above. While the world's medical technology is indeed advanced, who would believe that ordinary people can afford the high-end medical care available only to the elite? Even in the Duchy of Koschche, it's impossible—Yang Hao can only implement welfare measures like medical insurance, but these can't save a civilian suffering from nuclear contamination from their illness...

"So... what I want to tell you now is that we need to hurry. Not only to end the war in Kazimierz quickly so that we can get what we want as unaffected by nuclear weapons as possible, but also so that we can have the opportunity to develop those things in the peacetime that follows."

Finally, Yang Hao concluded his speech with the above words. He glanced at his wife and the mother of his future child, noticing their extremely pale faces, and sighed. Turning to the equally distressed head maid behind him, he said:

"And Monica—if the situation really gets too bad, I'll need you to assassinate as many people as you can in Colombia who are in charge of nuclear research—kill as many as you can until our intelligence agencies can no longer find them."

"Yes. But if I don't have news of them, I can't take any action."

“We’ll figure something out… So, Your Majesty? Kosiché? Do you have anything to say?”

He turned around and looked at his wife and the mother of his child.

Faced with the gaze of their shared husband, the two powerful women exchanged a glance, and then His Majesty spoke first, stating her views:

"In short... if those [ores] are indeed as dangerous and terrifying as you say, even more so than Originium, then without knowing exactly what Columbia intends to use them for, all I can do is have my internal guard find their location at all costs and then find a way to destroy them," His Majesty said, frowning. "After all, what you're describing doesn't seem to be something that can be transported by a single person..."

"Sure, yes. Lead boxes could be used to transport the ore—but the problem is, it would be very difficult."

"Phew... that's all we can do for now. After all, Ursus has just ended a civil war and everything needs to be rebuilt."

His Majesty the Emperor sighed and fell silent. Then, after silently drinking her tea for the third time, Kosicée smiled sinisterly:

“Heh… I can send my Serpent Scales to investigate any suspicious research institutes in Colombia. But I can’t guarantee they’ll bring us results quickly,” she said. “However, we can try to get the Colombians to use those… nuclear weapons on themselves—nothing would be more effective than instigating a civil war in Colombia. But the question is, how do we instigate a civil war in Colombia?”

"Political discord?"

"Not really. Colombians only care about money. Where do they get their stubborn political views? As long as they have money, two people who were mortal enemies one second will take off their clothes and lie in the same bed to create a family the next."

"Then...should we support one?"

"That's not a good idea either—we don't think we have as much money as Colombia right now."

"Ugh..."

This is a mess, it's not working at all, it's not working at all, it's not working at all, what should we do?

At this moment, Yang Hao finally understood the predicament faced by his ancestors back in his hometown... It was a truly desperate situation where you couldn't ignore it for various reasons!

Ugh!

So what should we do? Miss Elegy, Miss Elegy? Are you there? Can you give me some good advice?

Considering I've been comfortably exploited by you more than ten times, please give me some good advice!

Yang Hao's inner lament received a response from Miss Elegy. A moment later, while Yang Hao was still frowning and deep in thought, a new event popped up—

Event: Transaction.

You seem completely at a loss regarding today's unexpected events? You want to protect your achievements, your friends and Little Bat, and even, on top of all that, further exploit Colombia—don't you feel ashamed, you greedy man?

Come over tonight. What you get depends on your efforts.

'......'】

Miss Elegy? Miss Elegy—you are truly my savior!

But the problem is...

Isn't your implication a bit too much?

Yang Hao was sweating profusely, feeling somewhat embarrassed and confused, but mostly with a sense of detachment from worldly affairs—anyway, no matter what he did to his body in the mansion, nothing would happen, so he might as well do it as many times as he wanted.

As long as my body can still handle it! Sigh!

I guess I'm the only ruler left who would sell their body and soul for the country...

Yang Hao felt incredibly saddened by the fact that he was inexplicably forced to sell his blood, flesh, soul, and spirit in exchange for the development of his family and country.

"Honey?"

"No, it's nothing... I just might need to find some useful information tonight. Oh... by the way, Koschche—our plans might have to be moved up? Is that alright?"

"Me? I have no problem with that. The only problem is, what will public opinion be like in Kazimir if we intervene now?"

"The people of Kazimir have never looked forward to the arrival of the Ursus as much as they do now."

"That's fine."

She nodded, indicating that she would have her new heir come over tomorrow—and, incidentally, have Mr. Columbia, whom she had previously captured and spared, prepared to testify.

Chapter 55

That night.

The House of Elegies.

To be honest, when Yang Hao came in and found Miss Wange lounging on a deck chair, he knew that this was not something that could be resolved in one or two days.

When he saw Miss Elegy beckon him over, and then remain lying on the chaise lounge, only slightly lifting her skirt, he knew this wasn't something that could be resolved in three or four attempts.

When he walked forward stiffly, sweating profusely, and under Miss Wange's guidance, reached out and grasped her delicate feet, then gently rubbed her calves, and heard the sounds of pleasure coming from her that seemed to come from long-suppressed desire—he understood that it might take ten or twenty times to satisfy Miss Wange today.

Miss Elegy shares his senses; in other words, when he has desires, Miss Elegy also has desires—while he is being exploited by Kosiché, in a sense, Miss Elegy is also accumulating desires. Sigh, this is a consequence of his own actions. What else can Yang Hao do but stand up for himself and act like a real man? He can't really be so destitute that he has to resort to some kind of tool, can he?

You might think that if Theresa were to give her swearing-in speech as Grand Duchess of Kazimierz in a public setting, it would be fine to give her a couple of slapstick moves as a bit of fun—but Yang Hao wouldn't dare do that to Koschei or Miss Elegy... The former would really kill him, and the latter would, in a sense, kill her too, not to mention if Monica found out and joined in, it would be even more deadly.

Ugh!

Looking at it this way, Miss Karina, who hasn't actually had a relationship yet, and Her Majesty Ekaterina, who is already pregnant, are actually more adorable... And to be honest, with Hela, this lovely daughter, around, Yang Hao can finally get a breather under the pretext of taking care of the child.

So, it's Sonia's mom? Why did you bring Miss Rabbi along to take care of the kids lately? Honestly, I'm terrified... Please don't teach Hela any weird stuff, okay? Otherwise, I'll be drained dry before I even realize it—

...I wish I could do nothing at all?

Mr. Yang Hao gently held Miss Wan Ge's delicate feet, lost in thought. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and went ahead—after all, whatever he did in Mansu wouldn't harm his body, and what else could he do if not for his country and his territory?

Keep it up, Mr. Yang Hao!

With this thought.

After Mr. Yang Hao finished his fourteenth time, he collapsed, utterly exhausted, beside Miss Wange, who had finally satisfied his long-suppressed desires. He watched the fading fluid on Miss Wange's dress and chest, his mouth slightly open, but he was so weary he could barely utter a word:

"So...Miss Elegy? Can you tell me why Lord K of Columbia has so many good things? What should I do?"

He made a faint, mosquito-like sound; he was no longer in a state of enlightenment, but had simply degenerated into an old man—an old man without any desires.

In response to his question, she gently picked him up, then let the back of his head rest against her chest, feeling the double electric sensation coursing through their bodies—to which Miss Elegy merely gave a mysterious smile:

“Remember when I told you about the [Loom of Fate] that Lady K possessed?” she said. “With the information provided by that loom, Lady K can find what she needs relatively quickly—for example, when she needs to destroy Kazimierz, the loom will provide her with a location of a buried warehouse of finished uranium-235. But it’s not direct.”

"Not directly?"

"For example, the note that records the location of the uranium-235 burial site will only write down a coordinate and say that there are [useful minerals] buried there, but it will not tell you how to use them, how to store them, or how to transport them."

"So, she actually had no idea what those uranium-235 could do? No, the dirty bomb means—"

"She might not know that uranium-235 can be used to make nuclear bombs, but she could try grinding those radioactive ores into powder, mixing them into her gas injector, and spraying them all out to create a large contamination zone across the land of Kazimir. Of course, she could also make the simplest bomb, but it would take two whole uranium-235 enrichment rods and several pieces of pure Originium to make a dirty bomb with an blast radius that could cover a football field, which is still too poor."

"hiss..."

Simply put, Mr. K from Columbia and Mr. Yang Hao from Ursus are now at opposite extremes.

Lady K possesses the rare resources, wealth, and research capabilities that Yang Hao coveted, yet she fails to utilize their best technologies and methods. Take uranium-235, for example: she could either grind those precious resources into powder and spray them out using a poison gas generator, or add a few pieces of pure Originium to create a "dirty bomb" that actually has little power. But either way, it would be incredibly wasteful, like spending 100 yuan to buy an egg and not getting change.

Yang Hao possesses the technology and abilities that Master K dreams of, but he lacks the necessary resources to fulfill his grand ambitions—he's penniless, his territory appears impoverished now, the country is in chaos, and his research capabilities are weak; he's a classic case of having ideas but no resources to execute them. To put it metaphorically, Yang Hao is like a male masseur with 30 years of theoretical massage experience, capable of sending female admirers to ecstasy with a single touch. But due to various reasons, he, who could have worked in a high-end hotel, is now forced to make a meager living in a rural hair salon.

In some ways, they each possess something the other envies immensely, but... only one of them can survive in the future.

"Well, I should be able to get my Martian military factory to start producing uranium-235 in time. Sigh... While I'm certainly happy that one factory produces pure gold weapons and the other produces standard-issue weapons, now I have to choose one and cancel the original production plan..."

"We suggest you stop producing conventional weapons. After all, conventional weapons are only so-so, you know?"

"That's true..."

He lay on Miss Elegy's soft breasts. He closed his eyes, and after a moment, he said he wanted to see if there were any goods here that could change the current situation—

Miss Elegy smiled and agreed. However, she reminded Yang Hao that he had stayed at the hotel for too long—when he went out later, he should remember to prepare and rest.

Chapter 56

When Yang Hao returned to the real world from the House of Elegy, he found himself unusually exhausted.

This was not just a spiritual exhaustion, but more importantly, a physical fatigue. He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was 4:20 a.m. He gently shook his head, trying not to wake the cat in his arms, to stretch his stiff body.

His sacrifice of body and soul that night was worthwhile. At least he learned that although that Ms. K from Columbia had mined uranium-235, she actually had no idea how to use the ore—she only found it with the help of that loom, and the specific uses were probably just grinding it into powder to massively pollute enemy territory, or using pure Originium to make a simple and extremely wasteful dirty bomb.

Thinking about it this way, the pressure actually lessened. But then again, I still need to make plans for myself as soon as possible...

He fell into deep thought. And just as Yang Hao was lost in thought, deep in the middle of the night, the cat in his arms twitched its ears, shifted its body, and looked up at its beloved husband's chin:

"Huh? Are you back?"

"...Yes. We received some good news and some so-so news..."

Koschke knew that Yang Hao would go to a dream world to seek help, so she wasn't too surprised that he suddenly got up in the middle of the night to think about problems. She just yawned, suppressed her fatigue, turned over and lay on her side on top of Yang Hao, muttering that it was so good that Hela hadn't come over to squeeze in with her lately.