Dragon Monarch System Chapter 970:- Spies

After finishing their breakfast, Aditya and his most reliable Prime Minister took seats in the office.

Positioned right before the Dragon Monarch sat his preferred treat—dragonfruits sliced into little cubes. On the other side, the Prime Minister relished a steaming mug of green herbal tea. Accompanying the tea were unique chocolate biscuits crafted by his wife.

Each man savored his preferred indulgence.

"Your Majesty, do you want more?" Spencer inquired as he dipped a piece of the biscuit into the herbal tea prior to biting into it. The heated tea made the biscuit soften and get damp. As soon as he bit down, the biscuit nearly dissolved on his tongue.

"I prefer enjoying my dragonfruit over this."

Though the biscuits from his friend's wife tasted incredibly good, he favored his own cherished fruit over them whenever given a choice. The preference was crystal clear.

"I don’t understand what makes you so addicted to this fruit."

Within the Dragon Palace, no one showed greater fixation on dragonfruit than him.

"I wish I could give you a single, specific answer. But if I had to summarise it, I basically love everything about this fruit."

"How is life in Azure City?"

Spencer and his wife resided in the capital, whereas Aditya and the remainder of his family stayed in the Dragon Palace, located many kilometers from the urban center.

The Dragon Palace proved ideal for residence because it lay outside the city limits. Despite now featuring three distinct zones, it never seemed overcrowded.

Existence within the Dragon Palace felt serene, unhurried, and deeply satisfying. Aditya wasn't alone in this sentiment—every resident shared it. This haven outshone any spot across the six continents.

Were it possible, he would carry the Dragon Palace along wherever he went, either by storing it in his ring or reducing it to palm-sized form.

"Not good, actually! The only problem we are facing right now is that my wife simply has too much free time, and she easily gets bored."

Those words caused Aditya to halt and ponder intensely.

’This world hardly has anything to entertain people.’

Since nearly everyone's primary pursuit in this realm centered on cultivation or cultivation-linked pursuits, numerous facets of existence remained overlooked and stunted.

Practically every individual yearned to ascend as an immortal. Who wouldn't desire the endless lifespan of thousands and thousands of years?

Entertainment culture received scant attention in this world. Even on the primary continent, options for amusing the crowds stayed quite scarce.

Attending theaters for live shows didn't appeal to all. It catered mainly to the affluent and elite. The sole other notable entertainment form he recalled was literature. Yet even that proved restricted, and not all could indulge in the expense.

Prior to the Istarin Empire's emergence, a middle class amounted to little more than a vague notion—perhaps debated by academics, yet never manifesting in reality.

Over most continents, societal structure split harshly into upper and lower classes. No connection linked them, no secure footing existed for average households to thrive fearlessly.

A few outliers appeared here and there. Such cases stayed sparse and trivial, often merged with the elite or dismissed entirely.

In a realm dominated by cultivation, where mere endurance required resources, aptitude, and endless effort, no room opened for those dwelling moderately without extravagance. One either wielded enough might to claim territory, assets, and safeguards, or got overwhelmed by existence's burdens.

The lack of a middle class arose not by chance; it stemmed from necessity.

Land costs soared ridiculously, driven up by relentless havoc from magic beasts, clashes among cultivators, and border skirmishes. Viable property for a household grew scarce, while secure plots commanded fortunes. Urban areas brimmed with peril, paths lacked order, and venturing trade beyond one's group invited plunder or demise.

For everyday folk, cultivation aids lay out of reach, learning served as a privilege, and fundamental safety demanded ties they couldn't secure. Riches pooled solely among the peaks, as the crowds battled daily just to endure.

Before the empire ascended, close to ninety-five percent of inhabitants scraped below poverty. Famine spread so rampantly that certain households traded their offspring into servitude. Such acts sprang not from malice, but utter despair. They viewed captivity as preferable to gradual perishing from want.

The other five percent earned the label "rich," but genuine opulence resided only with the uppermost tier. Any hint of middle status hid within that sliver—impotent and unseen.

The Istarin Empire uprooted this savage state at its foundation.

Via swift growth, realm securing, and firm rule upholding, the empire evolved profoundly. Within under two years, the whole domain shifted so profoundly that it propelled the finances of its regional realms and partner empires. Numerous empires sought to emulate the Dragon Monarch's model, enacting parallel reforms in their territories.

Pathways gained protection. Settlements turned secure. Land values eased downward as territories got recovered, shielded, and allocated via imperial decree.

Commerce paths thrived. Bazaars grew vast. Ordinary citizens could finally pursue ventures without staking their existence.

Aditya's decrees shattered the prior wealth stockpiling by curbing resource dominations, fostering trade, and opening cultivation sectors to those outside noble lineages.

As finances solidified, costs dropped to reachable levels, jobs varied widely, and households teetering on famine's brink at last gained space to flourish.

Hence, the middle class didn't emerge instantly—but it gained permission to form.

’We have created a place where the majority of the population now belongs to the middle class.’

’There are opportunities everywhere. As long as someone is willing to work hard and remain sincere, that person can change their own fate.’

Aditya realized he couldn't have accomplished this solo. In his prior existence, he'd served as a politician. Lacking collective backing, turning his envisioned concepts into reality would have proven impossible.

’With a stable economy, people now have enough money to spend on things beyond mere survival.’

’Meaning, this is the time to introduce improved and new forms of entertainment.’

Earlier, such notions wouldn't have entered his thoughts. Yet circumstances had transformed utterly. Folks now possessed surplus funds for leisure.

"Your Majesty!!!!"

"Aditya...!"

Several calls later, he emerged from his reverie and turned to Spencer.

"What happened? I was talking to you, and then the next second you were lost deep in thought."

Concern etched Spencer's face. He started worrying over the intense notions gripping the Emperor's mind—ideas so absorbing that the ruler hadn't registered his repeated summons.

"I just thought of a very interesting and exciting idea."

"So, does your wife have anything she wants to do in her free time? Like pursuing a hobby or something?"

Aditya posed the question while curbing the thrill surging inside him. Initially, several key issues demanded his attention, which formed a prime cause for his hasty return to the empire.

"Archery!"

"Before coming to live with me, she used to practice archery every single day. She said that she plans to resume her training, but this time as a hobby rather than being obsessed with it like before."

"That’s good! If you want, we can even open an archery club where retired skilled archers teach those interested in learning archery."

Spencer denied with a head shake. He valued Aditya's eagerness to extend such aid, yet it remained unneeded.

"Now let’s talk about what happened while I was away."

Aditya's expression turned utterly grave. His smile faded away.

Spencer sensed a subtle wisp of murderous aura seeping from his form.

"The organization just made things extremely personal."

"I’ll make sure that spies from other factions, organisations, or empires think ten times before deciding to set foot into my kingdom."

No one will be spared.

No one will be allowed to escape.

Their deaths must be so painful that even death itself feels pity for them.

"Spencer, I want every spy in my dominion to be captured and tortured so badly that they wish they were dead."

At those words, Spencer trembled with dread.

This was the merciless, icy, and dauntless Dragon Monarch—one who would stop at nothing to annihilate his foes.

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