"Brothers, I am Chen Sheng."
"And I am Wu Guang."
The two men exchanged glances, then resolutely declared their names. Their voices echoed across the entire estate, carrying an infectious power that made people unconsciously feel trust and kinship.
Around them, people of all races—white, black, yellow—turned their gazes toward the two men, eyes burning with fervor. Even before this moment, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang held great prestige. Everyone in the surrounding regions knew their names.
They had helped many, time and time again, earning deep respect.
Otherwise, why would so many people stand here quietly, listening to them speak?
"Brothers, we all know the kind of life we've been living these past years. I, Chen Sheng, know it well. In this place, we men aren't even treated like people—we're slaves to women, their servants. Let me tell you something: Wu Guang and I came from outside this realm. In other worlds, men are respected—men work outside, women stay home. When it comes to marriage, it's men who marry women. In the household, women serve their husbands."
Chen Sheng paused and swept his gaze over the crowd. He could see sparks in the eyes of the men around him—the light of masculine dignity. He continued, voice sharper:
"But here in the Witch Realm? Women reign supreme. We men are treated worse than pigs and dogs. Women take the role of groom—we become the brides. In our homes, we're lower than slaves. We must satisfy them in bed, and if they're in a bad mood, we're beaten and abused. Countless of our brothers have been tortured to death—every single day. Are you content with this? Are you willing to live as nothing more than breeding tools for these witches?!"
"No! We absolutely refuse to submit!"Wu Guang shouted, waving his fist high.
"We refuse! We won't accept it!"
"We won't bow down—never again!"
The surrounding men roared, their eyes filled with rage and humiliation. They thought of their own lives—of the countless days of abuse.
Women held the highest status. If displeased, they'd beat and humiliate any man without consequence. Even crippling or killing a man was a common sight. Women could have multiple husbands, while men were degraded and often didn't even know if their children were truly theirs.
That was just the start. Once a woman's witch bloodline awakened, her lust surged uncontrollably. In battle or in bed, if she lost control, her spiritual power could go haywire—severely injuring or even killing the man involved.
Thus, the death rate among men in the Witch Realm was extremely high.
But men couldn't compare to the witches in cultivation. Witches grew strong through their bloodlines. Once awakened, their growth was absurd—they could break through one or two realms per year. Strong bloodlines meant instant power. Compared to ordinary cultivators, witches were basically born with cheats.
With such a power imbalance, the social hierarchy was inevitable.
There had been resistance before, but every rebellion was crushed—burned alive, executed publicly. Resistance meant death. And no one had the courage, or the voice, to lead a true uprising.
Until now.
Spurred by Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's words—by the contrast between this world and others where men were free—the anger and humiliation buried in their hearts erupted.
"We men should not be slaves! We should not be property! We want dignity! We want equality between men and women!"
Chen Sheng shouted.
"We want dignity! We want identity! We want gender equality!"
One by one, the men's eyes began to shine with hope and heat.
They didn't dream of ruling over women—they only wanted equality. They wanted to be free from abuse, free from enslavement. Even imagining such a future felt unreal—but it was something they all yearned for.
Under Chen Sheng's call, the crowd began to stir.
It felt like… if he gave the order now, they would all rise together—even if it meant death.
Better to die than live without freedom.
The pain had been buried for too long. Now, knowing that life could be different—knowing that men elsewhere lived with dignity—the dam burst.
This could no longer be tolerated.
"Are nobles and kings born any different from us? Better to die than to live in chains! For our dignity, for our future, for the next generation to live free—follow me and overthrow the Witch Empire! Bring down the Shengnu (Flourishing Empress) Empire!!"
Chen Sheng declared loudly.
"Down with the Shengnu Empire! Gender equality!!"Wu Guang roared.
"Down with the Shengnu Empire! Gender equality!!"The people shouted in unison.
"Brothers, we'll overthrow the Shengnu Empire. And it starts here, in Beck City. Today, we tell the world—we men will no longer crawl. We STAND!"
Chen Sheng cried out, marching toward the City Lord's residence.
"Gender equality!!"Wu Guang echoed.
"Gender equality!"The people roared behind him. The words came not from their mouths—but from deep within their souls.
Their unified cries shook all of Beck City.
In the fields, toiling men paused, looked up. Their long-deadened hearts were stirred. A strange emotion rose in their chests—a wild urge to act. Struggle flashed in their eyes… and then it was gone, replaced with resolve. They grabbed their hoes, their sickles—and ran toward the city.
They too began to shout:
"Gender equality! Down with the Shengnu Empire!"
"We want equality! Down with the Shengnu Empire!"
One after another, men joined the growing march. From the fields, from the alleys, from the city outskirts—what began as a few thousand became tens of thousands—then hundreds of thousands. The entire realm was like a gunpowder keg, and now someone had lit the fuse.
The words "gender equality" struck the softest yet most desperate part of every man's heart.
They had endured enough. Now, they fought back.
They could no longer accept such discrimination—it was unjust, unbearable.
Inside the City Lord's mansion of Beck City.
The City Lord was named Orlis, a witch—one who had already reached the Fifth Tier, the equivalent of the Nascent Soul realm. A powerhouse.
Orlis was stunningly seductive, her golden hair enhancing her allure and stirring the desire of any man.
But now, her face was dark as thunder. She heard the earth-shaking chants echoing from outside, and rage boiled in her eyes.
To her, men were nothing but tools for pleasure and labor, lowly slaves. And now these tools dared to rise up—shouting about gender equality? They were challenging her authority, insulting her.
This… was rebellion.
"City Lord, what shall we do? Should we kill all those filthy men?"A witch asked coldly.
Her voice held no mercy. The suggestion was casual, like exterminating pests.
"Inform the Blood Rose Guard. Prepare to strike. Slaughter every last one of those mongrels. As for their leaders—I'll handle them myself. I'll make sure they die from pleasure in my arms. Think you can rebel against me? You've got guts."
Orlis sneered.
Whoosh!
With that, she rose into the air, appearing above Beck City.
"You filthy peasants! You dare rebel?!"
Her voice thundered as she stared down at the massive crowd, her gaze locking onto Chen Sheng and Wu Guang. Her eyes turned icy cold.
She could tell at a glance—they were the ringleaders. The rest had clearly been incited by their words. That alone was reason enough to sentence them to death.
"We're not rebelling," Chen Sheng replied loudly. "We're fighting for dignity—for the basic respect we deserve! Isn't that right, brothers?!"
"YES! We want dignity! We want equality!!"Hundreds of thousands roared in unison.
Chen Sheng had voiced what they all held in their hearts.
"Hmph! You're nothing but worthless worms. You want equality? What gives you the right to make such demands?"
Orlis's sneer deepened. Her rejection was absolute. The Shengnu Empire would never accept this.
"No rights? Then you're leaving us no choice."
Chen Sheng narrowed his eyes and sneered coldly. "If there's no room to talk…"
"Then die."
As his voice fell, a rod appeared in his hand—muddy yellow, glimmering strangely in the light. A twisted grin spread across his face.
"Taste Grandpa Chen's stick!"
He swung.
A flash of yellow light erupted.
"What is that?!"
At first, Orlis smirked, ready to mock the pathetic attack—but the moment the light hit her, her expression twisted in horror. Her heart trembled, her spiritual energy surged out of control, and for the first time in her life…
She felt powerless.
Helpless—like a delicate, vulnerable woman.