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Even if it means being resented by her children, she is willing to do it.

“Is this really necessary?” Ambrina asked Ronan.

"Anli, I'm sorry," Ronan replied, his inner conviction needing no further explanation.

"What you're doing is actually selfish," Guo Hanlu couldn't help but criticize.

Ronan lowered his head. "So, you object?"

“Have I ever objected since I met you? You bastard,” Guo Hanlu cursed.

Ronan looked at Falek, Canaan, Alice and the Golan sisters, and Ashley, all of whom were mothers. Ronan respected their opinions.

“I think the same way you do,” Ashley said. She was the king’s illegitimate daughter with an unhappy childhood and came from the dark underworld. Even though she had twin daughters, she felt that her daughters needed to be toughened up.

Ina's death was also a big concern for her, as well as for Isabel and Gloria, because Ina had spent more time with them since childhood than with her birth mother Ambrina in the palace. Sometimes she felt that their doting on Ina was one of the reasons for her early death.

"Well, I'm not sure what to say," Falek said. She was hesitant to comment because her two daughters were the best performers, ranking in the top three in terms of both talent and effort. They were not only highly skilled but also theoretically proficient.

What could she possibly say? Anything she said would be like someone talking without understanding the situation.

Alice voiced her objection, saying, "Although it's not all about being strict, and there's plenty of time for them to relax, I still feel that they're at the prime of their youth and shouldn't be controlled too much." Her son was actually the most outstanding among her children, and also the one least prone to being undisciplined. At such a young age, he was already like an elegant and mature young nobleman, with first-rate abilities, knowledge, and wisdom.

“I also object, but it seems pointless.” It was rare for Granda not to contradict her sister. Usually, as a teacher, she was the strictest one, especially with her own daughter. But unfortunately, her daughter did not have the academic prowess of her sister back then. She was only average. If she had not been Ronan’s daughter, but had been born into an ordinary family, she would not have had the opportunity to be implanted with artificial talent and would have lived her life as an ordinary person.

Ronan then looked at the others.

Ultimately, most people agreed with the strict education system.

And just like that, twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The year was 1662, the year Ronan's son Lucien died.

Over the course of twenty years, Ronan and his women traveled the world with their children, teaching them everything they could.

There's a saying that time heals all wounds. Ronan never dreamed of Ina's face again, as she aged rapidly in the final days of her life, her skin withered and her hair turned completely white.

In twenty years, Ronan didn't actually gain anything.

The children are all good, the worst of whom is at least at the third rank. However, they don't like him as their father, and they don't even like their respective mothers very much, even though they are all in their thirties. They understand that Ronan and their mothers have poured everything into them over the years and truly love them, and they are grateful for that.

However, feeling grateful and disliking are not contradictory.

Ronan knew, but it didn't matter; he just wanted to have no regrets.

It's time to go into hibernation.

However, before going into hibernation, Ronan still had an "inheritance." He still had a lot of money, which he didn't intend to leave behind but would divide equally among his children. But money was only a secondary part of the inheritance; the more important part was his network of connections—connections in the West and in Seres.

Besides that, there are the actual relics.

Wen Jin created one skeleton for each person, and they could use it once they reached the fifth rank.

This is already the second generation.

Lu Jianling and Guo Hanlu both used the first generation, which was not safe and stable enough. If it weren't for Dinia, Falek and Fies, plus Wen Jin, things would have already gone wrong.

The second generation is much safer and more stable, but unfortunately, it will affect subsequent progress in strength.

After dividing the inheritance, Ronan and the women left without saying goodbye and went to the secret underground base that Wen Jin had opened up in the far north, preparing to enter a long period of slumber.

The timeframe is set at one hundred years, with an error margin of no more than ten years. Barring unforeseen circumstances, the person may wake up a few years earlier or a few years later.

If these children can achieve immortality, then when Ronan wakes up again, he will still be able to see them. If not, at least a hundred years later, Ronan will not have to witness their death, and will only remember the best time of his children's lives.

"See you in a hundred years," Ronan said, looking at the ceiling before going to sleep.

Chapter 1078 One Hundred Years? Overslept, let's fuck first and talk about it later.

Ronan woke up, pushed open the lid of the coffin-like sleeping pod, blinked, shook his head, yawned, rolled over and jumped out of the sleeping pod, then stretched his limbs properly. With a few cracking sounds, Ronan felt a little more awake.

When Ronan woke up, it felt like a century had passed in the blink of an eye, as if he had been in another world. He had just taken a nap, and it was the kind of nap that made him feel tired and weak, even though he had slept enough. He had to stay awake for a while before he was fully awake.

The sense of power characteristic of the seventh rank began to return rapidly.

Looking around, the spacious room was dark but not dusty or damp, and all the other "coffins" were already empty.

Clearly, everyone else had already woken up and left; Ronan was the last to wake up.

Stepping out of the room, the sudden bright light was blinding to Ronan, who instinctively raised his arm.

Lowering his arm, Ronan saw Mrs. Zhao lying on the bed in the brightly lit room.

Seemingly noticing Ronan, Madam Zhao suddenly woke up, opened her eyes, and got up.

Mrs. Zhao's appearance has not changed at all since she was in her twenties.

She wore a white, round-neck inner garment over an apricot-colored wool cardigan. Although it was a button-down cardigan, she insisted on using a faux cross-collar design, clearly an obsession with Hanfu, but it looked quite nice. A jade-inlaid leather belt accentuated her waistline. Her lower body was covered by a light pink knee-length skirt. The cut lacked the dragging feel of traditional Hanfu, being slightly tapered, which subtly revealed her waist and leg curves when she walked, creating a clean and neat silhouette. Her legs were covered in slightly thick, silky stockings with a fair skin tone, making her slender but not skinny calves incredibly alluring, making one want to lift them up. On her feet were nude-colored sheepskin brogues with low-cut square heels, the style of which was almost identical to the shoes in Ronan's original timeline. The smooth, delicate insteps covered by the stockings were clearly visible, instantly giving one the urge to apply thick semen to them.

"Xiao Ying, have you been waiting for me to wake up?" Ronan asked.

“I haven’t been staying here all the time, I just come here from time to time,” Madam Zhao replied.

Ronan then asked, "What time is it now?"

Madam Zhao thought for a few seconds, then replied, "According to your Western calendar, it was July 16th, 1783."

If this year were changed to Ronan's original time and space.

Sir Henry VIII has been dead for many years. The American Revolutionary War has officially ended, and Washington will resign at the end of the year. The Qing Dynasty's "Ten Perfections" Emperor has been on the throne for forty-eight years, and he's still alive. France is in chaos; Napoleon will graduate next year to study at a military academy, beginning his eventful life. The renowned mathematician and scientist Euler is about to pass away. The Russian Black Sea Fleet has been officially established.

"1783? So, I slept for 121 years?" Ronan was somewhat surprised.

He fell into a deep sleep in 1662, and it is now 1783. The original plan was for him to sleep for a hundred years, with an error of no more than ten years. However, his error has greatly exceeded that. No wonder everyone else has woken up and left.

“Hmm.” Madam Zhao nodded. “Let me tell you, they…” Before she could finish speaking about the whereabouts of the others, Ronan had already embraced her.

"No rush, it's been over a hundred years, let's get intimate first."

Ronan breathed into Madam Zhao's earlobe and whispered something.

"No way, I just woke up and it feels like I just took a nap. It doesn't feel like a long time has passed at all, uh ah." As Mrs. Zhao spoke, she couldn't help but groan because of Ronan's caresses. She had woken up ten years ago, and for the past ten years she had only relieved herself with her hand or a dildo. She couldn't take it anymore with just a touch like this. "You just woke up, do you have any strength?"

It wasn't meant to be provocative; it was just a genuine question. She felt weak all over when she first woke up.

"Huh?" Ronan was instantly shocked and enraged by the questioning. He shoved Madam Zhao onto the bed, and one of her shoes flew off with the rough movement.

Without any foreplay, he tore off his belt and tossed it aside, then pulled up his skirt with a few quick movements. He reached into his skin-colored silk stockings, pulled and tugged at his panties, then pulled down his pants, and his huge penis sprang out. He thrust it in directly through the stockings, relentlessly pounding into his penis.

"Ah, no, it hurts!" Madam Zhao cried out in pain.

"Too late!" Ronan pried open Madam Zhao's stockings with both hands and continued to thrust hard. After a while, he felt that the stockings were too thick and not providing enough force, so he directly tore open the stockings, pressed his body down, and began to thrust and pound, making Madam Zhao's stockings slap loudly.

At this moment, some of the dry vulvas began to secrete a large amount of vaginal fluid. In an instant, the labia were covered in mud, and the vaginal fluid splashed everywhere. The crotch area of ​​the pantyhose was soaked, the color darkened, and it became transparent. Mud-like water stains appeared on the inner thighs of the stockings.

Mrs. Zhao began to moan with pleasure through her nose. Finally, the long-awaited big meat stick filled her vagina once again, making her feel comfortable all over. Zironan broke free from the initial violent thrusting state and began to return to normal. "A new life should start like this, don't you think, Xiaoying?"

"Mmm," Madam Zhao simply responded, already completely immersed in the pleasure of sex.

Although she was the last to join the family, she had been with Ronan for decades. Even though Ronan spent a lot of time educating his children in the last twenty years, it didn't interfere with their lives.

She had long been fully developed by Ronan, and once in bed, she would soon become a little slut, just not as exaggerated as some others.

A moment later, Ronan pulled out, turned her over, picked her up, and stood while he fucked her.

Madam Zhao arched her neck and groaned continuously, her legs spread apart, the tear in her stockings widening into a large hole, the edges already frayed, her stockinged legs limp and boneless, swinging wildly in the air, her vaginal fluids dripping down and pooling on the sheets.

Afterwards, Ronan laid her down, and Madam Zhao lay weakly on her side on the bed. Ronan then thrust into her from the side, relentlessly attacking her cervix, which was about to open.

A short while later, Luo Nan opened the palace, and Lady Zhao let out a howl that was both painful and joyful, her voice trembling with sobs.

The sound gave Ronan a strong stimulation, and he sped up again. Even though Madam Zhao wasn't particularly plump, she was shaken by the storm-like bombardment, and her wet silk-clad legs and thighs twitched and spasmed. A gush of vaginal fluid shot out during her orgasm.

Ronan leaned back, grabbed Madam Zhao's legs, and began his final sprint, firing his first shot in over a hundred years with a long roar.

One spurt after another, shooting for half a minute until Madam Zhao's uterus was completely filled. When Ronan pulled out, her gaping lips expelled thick, yellowish-white semen in spurts.

Ronan then lay back on the bed, sprawling out in a starfish shape. Having just woken up, he was indeed not fully recovered.

After resting for a long time, Ronan finally sat up.

Afterwards, Madam Zhao went to the toilet and then washed herself.

Ronan went to the restroom and came back. "Tell me, what's their situation now? And what's the situation outside? Don't rush, tell me slowly."

“The changes in the past hundred years have been tremendous,” Madam Zhao began her narration.

Chapter 1079 A Century of Change, War and Peace, A New Era and a New Landscape

Over the past century, the world has undergone many, significant changes.

Whether in the East or the West.

Before Ronan and his group fell asleep, in 1662, Zhao Junyong, the first mascot leader of the Republic of China, had already stepped down. The second leader, Zhang Yuanyi, whose role was transitional and appeasement, had also been in power for ten years. Then, the successor was Yan Guangzong, a true backbone of the Progressive Society who was promoted and cultivated by Ronan.

For the first twenty years, the country was actually still in the process of calming down and healing the North-South divide caused by the previous twenty-year civil war. At the same time, new ideas, new laws, and new systems were being implemented. It was only when Seris's power came into the hands of Yan Guangzong that Seris began to enter a period of rapid development and entered the golden age that a new "dynasty" should have.

Almost simultaneously, Ronan II, Ronan's grandson who had been on the throne for over a decade, once again led France to Western hegemony.

1693.

At this time, both France and Seres were at their zenith, and countless people felt that this was the best era in human history.

But beneath the surface of prosperity often lies a situation of excessive indulgence.

And this "oil pot" was set up by Ronan himself.

Although Ronan never truly revealed detailed information about the skills he was born with.

He will directly teach those who have received the technology, as well as those who have received it indirectly. However, one should never underestimate the wisdom of others. After so many artificially gifted individuals have been created, how could no one have figured it out?

In fact, his technology had already been fully reproduced before Ronan and his group fell asleep.

Even after he fell into a deep sleep, people continued to make improvements.

When the two great powers of the East and West reached their zenith, artificial talent endowment technology had become very stable and safe, and could be applied quickly and efficiently.

The only problem is that the price is a little expensive, but only a little expensive.

If Ronan hadn't come, a true dynasty might have formed. But Ronan arrived, and he propelled the productivity of the era to unprecedented levels, especially in agriculture. Too many people were spared from famine. He also single-handedly created farmers' associations, farmers' banks, trade unions, city banks, and other organizations, and implemented a series of reforms to the crucial field of education.

Simply put, it means that some ordinary people are now able to become superhumans.

In the past, even in prosperous times, the proportion of superhumans in the population was less than one percent. By the end of the seventeenth century, the proportion of superhumans in the population had reached about one-tenth, meaning one in ten people was a superhuman.

The world is too small, but human desires are too great.

In fact, the significant increase in productivity is enough to allow these extraordinary individuals to live a life free from worries about food and clothing, and even to be slightly wealthy.

But human needs aren't calculated that way. People are only satisfied when they are better off than others, much better off, rather than when they are better off than their past selves, their parents, or their grandparents.

Farmers' associations and labor unions greatly hindered internal exploitation.

It's not that ordinary people banding together is useful, nor is it that superhumans have a conscience to take care of their fellow villagers or church members. Rather, it's that farmers' associations and trade unions are tools used by superhumans who are at a lower price point or have poor backgrounds and find it difficult to squeeze into high society to fight against the powerful and wealthy.

Ronan had anticipated this from the beginning. Those who thought that establishing farmers' associations would solve everything were truly naive. Every dynasty had a bunch of benevolent policies at its founding, but how long could they last? An organization must be useful to others in order to exist in the long term. These others refer to those at a higher level than the main members of the organization, but not too many people.

If farmers' associations and labor unions are useless to the middle class, they will soon either be abolished, become corrupt and exist in name only, or become distorted and deformed, because such things are too much of an eyesore to the upper class.

If internal pressure cannot be exerted, then of course the pressure must be exerted externally.