Alien world

Chapter 1876, Section 509: The Chosen One

A young, brown-haired knight appeared before the Crystal King's illusory figure. He first tucked his hand to his chest in salute to the other High Kings, nodded to Isabelle Rom, and then swaggered toward the assembled lords.

"Gentlemen, I am Leo Songdun, a member of the Tower Knights."

"My God, it's a Tower Knight..."

"This is a candidate for the Supreme King. Are you surprised, Tower Knight?"

Discussing abounded throughout the hall. Annan was deeply troubled; he didn't know what a Tower Knight was, and was too embarrassed to ask—it sounded incredibly powerful…

Then came Annam's first recognized King of Gold. Due to past contacts—which could be considered cooperation—trade between the two sides had progressed well in the past two years, making him the second-highest trading king after the Empire.

Not to mention his entanglement with Aidan.

The King of Gold was very approachable and tried several times to introduce his daughter to Annam, even promising that "the child you have with my daughter can become the crown prince."

However, he did not expect that Annan thought his child was taking too long to become the supreme king and decided to take matters into his own hands.

The King of Gold has surprisingly introduced the nineteenth prince—it's unclear whether he's just here for the spectacle or if the King of Gold is trying to get his hands on the King of Mud.

Annan looked at the nineteenth prince, who resembled Aidan but was younger, and guessed that it was the former—after all, he had already experienced the morbid order of the Kingdom of Paem.

"I can't believe it, it's actually Prince Bliss!"

"Even the nineteenth prince can't hold back anymore?!"

Annan looked at these shouting lords with a puzzled expression. Were they bribed or...?
However, they had to have what he had, so Annan turned around and winked frantically at Khamis VI.

A gaunt, middle-aged lord standing between Annam and Khamis VI blushed slightly: "I have no interest in male concubines, but if it's you, it's not out of the question."

Annan gave him an awkward yet polite smile, sat up straight, and didn't know if Khamis VI understood.

The next few people chosen by the High Kings were all very young, and none of them were people I knew. I could only glean information from the discussions of other lords.

The young man named Garcia, chosen by the King of Deeprock, is the son of the Dwarf King—he is a pure-blooded human, but is regarded by the dwarves as the Dwarf King's child.

For the extremely xenophobic dwarves, this was as explosive as the Elven court announcing that they were going to marry Tayder to Annan—either the Elven court had gone mad, or Tayder had gone mad, or they had gone mad.

But Garcia is indeed the son of the Dwarf King.

Amidst the praise from those around him, Annan's expression grew serious. The dwarves were always united, which meant that this candidate had two forces behind him... He seemed to be a formidable rival.

The King of Copper's chosen one has been met with some skepticism, as he is a Dragonblood Warlock.

The High King can only be a pure-blooded human; having even a trace of blood from other races is unacceptable.

The power of dragonblood sorcerers is undeniable, but the price is that their bloodline is no longer pure—although the power of dragon blood is obvious, it is not an advantage in the competition for the Supreme King.

The debate continued, with the Golden King even saying that there had never been a mixed-blood human king.

The Copper King's reasoning was that the Dragonblood Sorcerer was not of mixed blood; he was human in the past and remains human now. If gaining external power meant being excluded from pure-blooded humanity, wouldn't the High Kings who had received the blessings of the Lake Goddess or the power of the Abyss have to willingly relinquish their identities?
Annan was already mentally reciting his speech over and over again when he saw them still stalling for time. He muttered impatiently, "What's all the noise about? We'll know if they have reproductive isolation, you idiots." His words were clearly spoken, easily drowning out the surrounding chatter and echoing clearly in the Holy Council.

"Uh……"

The gathered gazes brought back the shadows from his dream, causing Annan, who was halfway through reciting the poem, to freeze on the spot.

"Annan Reeves, do you have an idea?"

When the King of Gold asked him personally, Annan could only say, "If his child is human, he is pure-blooded; if his child is mixed-blooded or cannot have children, he is not pure-blooded. It's that simple."

The arguing lords exchanged a glance and agreed that the argument made sense.

However, they couldn't wait until the Dragonblood Sorcerer had a child a year before starting the selection process, so they temporarily accepted the candidates recommended by the King of Copper.

The dragonblood sorcerer, who had been helped out of the predicament by Annan, glanced at him with displeasure, as if blaming Annan for meddling.

Annam assumed that it was simply a matter of sorcerers disliking each other, and didn't care.

Before the Supreme King, the King of Black Gold—who possessed a magnetic and melodious older sister voice—appeared a seemingly ordinary young man wearing a pair of glasses made in Liberty City.

“I know that the old land has fallen into chaos after the passing of the King of Mud, and I am determined to stabilize the situation.”

The young man with glasses spoke in a bureaucratic tone, suggesting that the candidate chosen by the King of Black Gold was a politician.

Annam took a liking to him. Although he looked young, he must have some real skills to be chosen by the Supreme King.

The members of the Holy Council were somewhat receptive to this, so the subsequent candidates also began to express their own ambitions.

This was advantageous to Annan—because he had prepared a speech in advance, a full thousand words long, polished by Tarling, so even the most critical and shrewd politician couldn't criticize Annan's professionalism.

But listening to the various speeches made by the other candidates, which sounded like they were taken from prepared speeches, Annan suddenly felt disheartened.

It wasn't that they stole Annan's words, but listening to their eloquent speech, Annan realized just how...empty the contents of the parchment were.

They talked about grand, empty concepts like order, the future, and contracts, but ignored the true meaning of the title "King of Mud"—mud itself.

The titles of the Supreme Kings are inseparable from their backgrounds. For example, the Skeleton King's Tathun Empire is known for its beautiful bones and mounds of bones; the Gem King's Or Empire is rich in various gems; the Black Gold King of the Zorro Islands was once the most notorious pirate king; if Annam becomes the Supreme King in the future, he will probably be called a "King of Freedom," "King of Sorcerers," or "King of Foreigners."

The title "King of Mud" is not because his kingdom is rich in mud, but because the first ruler was a farmer who toiled in the mud to get by.

He knew what the people needed, so he called himself the King of Mud and ordered the country to vigorously develop agriculture. He also built temples everywhere to the goddess of abundance who was in charge of agriculture, just so that the common people could have enough to eat.

However, to date, no one has mentioned the largest number of civilians who suffered the greatest losses, including Annan himself.

Although it may seem like nothing, they are all just candidates to inherit the vacant position of King of Men. Only Isaberg Rom truly inherits the belief of the King of Mud.

But Annan was simply tired of the kind of empty talk they did.

(End of this chapter)