"I'm willing to accept the title," Daniel said slowly, his tone calm but unwavering. "But I hope to choose my own territory."
The moment those words left his mouth, the Human Emperor felt a subtle sense of relief wash over him.
To him, that condition was barely a demand at all. The territory of the human race was vast—letting Daniel pick his own fiefdom wasn't any trouble. Even if Daniel couldn't find a place he liked, the Human Emperor wouldn't hesitate to carve out a portion of his own land to grant him. At their level, land was no longer about practical ownership—it was symbolic, a gesture of power and influence more than anything else.
"You can choose wherever you like," the Human Emperor replied without hesitation. "Even if you want a piece of land from deep within the human heartland, I'll find a way to make it happen."
He had originally expected Daniel to choose some prosperous region, a fertile land with rich resources and strong strategic value.
