Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 124: Immortal Throne! (Additional chapters for every subscriptions)

Duncan was dreaming.

In fact, he has hardly had any dreams since he traveled through time. Even when he went to Valhalla in Asgard, it could not be considered a dream, but rather his soul leaving his body and entering a place outside of reality.

But at this moment he was dreaming, and it was not the God's perspective of the dimensional space, but he entered this magnificent dream from the first-person perspective.

A long ladder appeared in front of Duncan.

Unlike the stairs in Valhalla, this ladder has almost no end in sight. One can only see countless majestic buildings on both sides of the stairs. At the forks in these stairs, there are countless branches, large and small, leading to buildings, temples, and palaces of different styles.

This endless ladder is not a straight line. It is like a rushing river, magnificent and with countless tributaries and tributaries, but the two most important tributaries are one in the east and the other in the west.

Duncan's figure now appeared on the first step of the Endless Ladder.

Two figures, both covered in gorgeous armor, appeared before him. One of them knelt on one knee before Duncan and said in a deep voice, "Welcome to the Immortal Throne of History."

"King of Britain, God-Slayer - Duncan!"

"The only living myth in the real world!"

The two guards of the Endless Ladder made way for a passage to the left and right, and Duncan slowly stepped onto the stairs.

In an instant!
He seemed to see the echoes of the long river of history, the collision of endless wilderness and civilization, and the torrent washed over his body like a long river of time and space, gradually sublimating his soul.

Duncan turned his head and looked towards the east. He saw pieces of paper and silk, silk like floating clouds, he saw the swaying Si Nan, he saw the fireworks of civilization exploding with gunpowder, he saw a tall and strong figure, with a pair of double pupils like stars. He stood under the dark night sky, with a burning bonfire behind him and countless hemp ropes hanging above his head. One by one, the hemp ropes were tied into knots of different sizes, as if recording the passing of thousands of years.

The burly figure raised his head and looked in Duncan's direction. He seemed a little surprised and sighed softly, "So it's our junior..."

"young people."

“You’re amazing!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure tore off the countless hemp ropes behind him. He looked up at the sky, drawing inspiration from the endless starry sky. He lowered his head to gaze at the earth, drawing wisdom from all things in heaven and earth.

One stroke down!
The bloody rain makes ghosts and gods cry!
With just a simple stroke of the pen, an endless bloody storm arose behind the man. All the spirits in heaven and earth were crying and wailing, and the primitive ghosts and gods let out bursts of terrified screams.

But the man's hand was still as steady as a rock, bearing the traces of thousands of years of passage. He ignored everything behind him, and with immense strength, he wrote down a single, simple word across the long river of history.

--【people】!
Rumble!
A loud thunder cut through the endless pitch-black night sky. The darkness of the times, between these simple strokes, seemed to be the creation of the world, dispelling the darkness and ignorance of tens of millions of years. Countless spirits were retreating in all directions, and countless primitive ghosts and gods were howling in fear. Their era was gradually fading away.

This word stood up, holding up the heaven and earth, and the era of [man] has arrived!
Time and space flow.

Figures appeared behind that man. They were scholars, wise men, farmers, alchemists, and so on. Countless figures piled up one after another, like cornerstones. They were the sages of the East through the ages. They used their wisdom as bricks and tiles to build the magnificent miracle of Eastern civilization in the endless wilderness and darkness!

These endless illusory figures replaced barbarism with civilization. Duncan knew some of them, and some were unknown to him, but this did not affect their leaving a deep mark in the long river of human history.

Duncan turned around, bowed his head respectfully!
The arrogance that was unique to a king faded away, and now he was just an ordinary descendant of the younger generation.

The man with double pupils smiled.

He waved his hand casually and walked into the endless bloody storm behind him. All the spirits and gods in the sky looked at him with hatred, but he was not afraid and stepped into the darkness alone. That night, the ghosts and gods were shocked by his writing. He would bury the ignorant age and write the long history of mankind.

"Go ahead, young man."

"The king's position is still up there. When you have time, please visit these two old friends on my behalf. They should also be considered your ancestors."

"After all, you call yourselves their descendants!"

Beside the man, a shadowy figure offered him fine wine. He raised his head to drink, laughing heartily as he walked into the endless darkness.

Words make ghosts and gods cry.

From then on, he took full responsibility for all the consequences.

On the endless ladder.

Duncan slowly stood up, his steps firm, and stepped onto another step.

The next second, the situation changed.

Duncan saw mighty rivers and vast, fertile plains. He stared into the distance as countless scenes flashed by. Thousands of temples were scattered throughout the city that looked like a hanging garden. A black basalt rock stood above the temples, suppressing the kingdom's destiny with laws. On the other side of the Code of Hammurabi, an ancient epic of a heroic king was inscribed in golden letters in the long river. Indistinctly, a heroic and arrogant figure was staring at him.

"Humph!"

"The King of Britain?"

"The Godslayer?"

The golden figure sat at the very top of the Endless Ladder, close to the clouds. Above them lay the gods who soared above. He gazed at Duncan through his shadowy form, his expression playful, "A living myth?"

"In my time, I am also a living legend!"

Who isn’t a legendary genius who suppresses an era?

That figure was so arrogant that Duncan's achievements at this moment were not enough to attract his attention. It can only be said that his appearance at this moment was more because of Duncan's identity as the "God Slayer" and the only living mythical legend.

Duncan knew who he was without having to guess, Gilgamesh, the legendary hero king.

One of the oldest demigods.

A guy who is two-thirds God and one-third man.

Unlike his previous humility and respect towards the person who created the characters, Duncan now had a blank expression on his face and stared straight ahead, displaying the arrogance that only a king could have. Even when their eyes met, a flash of lightning appeared in the air of the Endless Ladder.

The clash of kings!

The confrontation between divinity and divinity!

Who do you think you are?
Duncan bowed his head respectfully in front of Cangjie and the Eastern sages of all ages, but when facing the arrogant guy in front of him, to be honest, Duncan didn't mind fighting with him first. His right hand slowly pressed on the hilt of the Sword of Promise of Victory.

The man was so angry that he laughed.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense, as if the two immortal kings were about to engage in a fierce battle. But in the blink of an eye, the man put away his hostility, his figure gradually disappeared, and his tone was playful: "Interesting!"

"I remember you."

"King of Britain - Duncan, I look forward to our next meeting."

On the endless ladder.

Duncan withdrew his right hand from the hilt of the Sword of Promised Victory, his expression calm as he said calmly, "When you see me next time, I may no longer be just the King of Britain."

The arrogant golden figure's feet suddenly flashed, and there was a hint of surprise on his expression.

The only living mythical hero!
And he has the authority of a king!
Everyone knows the value of this. The entire real world is his home, his stage. This is his era! Even the most ancient hero king will probably be in awe the next time he faces him.

Fight now.

Gilgamesh still has a great chance of winning, but if they fight again in the future, the outcome will be hard to predict.

But this extremely arrogant hero king loves excitement!

The golden figure turned back and said calmly, "Then I'll wait for you."

"The Godslayer!"

There is no doubt that this arrogant demigod has regarded Duncan as a real opponent.

There's something about this guy.

He could actually go up and down the Endless Ladder with ease, as if he was visiting a friend, and he could even stand up to join in the fun and run here to watch Duncan step onto the Immortal Throne.

Duncan smiled faintly, showing no fear, only the will to fight.

He is also the man who suppressed an era!
King facing king.

What's there to fear?

Duncan stepped onto the stairs again. He saw the magnificent temples of ancient Greece, countless philosophers and poets, the Spartans of blood and fire, the founding of Athens, and a group of people riding war horses galloping across the Balkan Peninsula. Countless fellow cavalrymen surrounded a majestic king. He stared at Duncan curiously. On the battlefield, covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he drank and partied with his close comrades beside him. He generously granted fiefs to his generals and established kingdoms one after another on the earth.

Behind the majestic figure stood the figures of kings: Ptolemy of Egypt, Seleucus, and Macedonia, who seemed to have no hostility towards Duncan, but instead raised their glasses from a distance, as if inviting him to join the king's feast.

Duncan declined, saying he was straight.

Although a true king will conquer men as well, this is not the way to conquer them.

The majestic figure smiled freely and quickly returned to his companions.

He cherishes his companions and comrades because they will follow him and fight to the end of the world.

Boom boom boom!
As Duncan stepped onto the stairs again, the muffled sound of war drums rang out. He had now reached the western Endless Stairway, and could only gaze from afar at the majestic figures in the east. Behind one figure, a massive dragon emerged. The future king, embodying the dragon's aura, rose to prominence. He gazed at Duncan and said quietly, "The way of the emperor."

"We should sweep across the world and unify the world."

Duncan stopped.

Facing Zulong's teachings, he nodded silently, like an obedient student.

Behind Zulong, there was a man as majestic as a mountain, with strength that could move mountains. He stared at Duncan with a complicated look, as if he saw another self, and remained speechless for a long time.

The person next to him was a little lazy, with a prominent appearance and the look of a dragon and a snake. He was lying on the throne, like a rogue, but he had an indescribable free and easy air.

He raised his glass towards Duncan and said with a grin, "The Qin law is the Han law."

"Young people shouldn't be too rigid."

"If you can use it, use it, understand?"

Duncan smiled.

He looked at the lazy man, glanced at the majestic figure next to him who was as strong as a mountain, and said with his mouth: Is this still a human?

The man suddenly became anxious.

Cursing and cursing.

He stood up and said to Duncan, "Young man, you have no respect for your age and are so ignorant."

"You're actually making fun of our ancestors!"

Duncan looked solemn and bowed respectfully again. The man then gave up and said unhappily, "That's better."

The empire's legacy should be used if it can be used.

Duncan stepped onto the stairs again. Beside him appeared a majestic triumphal arch, with golden eagle flags fluttering. Imperial legions marched across the land. Figures appeared on either side, staring at Duncan with complex expressions. The leader was quite casual, jokingly saying, "Young man, I'm afraid you'll have to use me as your last name in the future."

Duncan smiled and said, "Duncan Caesar Augustus?"

The man also laughed.

Beside him, someone stared at Duncan, and after a while, nodded with satisfaction.

in the crowd.

There was a king sitting in a corner. He (she) was watching the lively banquet of the new king with a complicated expression. He (she) looked a little drunk, indulging in wine and sex. His clothes looked a bit like women's clothes, like a costume. No one knew what he (she) was muttering.

Duncan glanced at the man calmly and said calmly, "Nero?"

"You go sit at the children's table."

boom!
The kings around him burst into laughter upon hearing this.

in the crowd.

A man walked up to Duncan. He looked more like a Greek philosopher than a king. He whispered, "Be careful of monotheism!"

Julian the Apostate.

Duncan nodded slightly and looked up at the clouds. There was a light from heaven in one of the clouds.

He raised his glass, faced northwest, and saluted the shadow of Odin!
Above the clouds.

Odin also raised his glass, his eyes dim as he gazed at the many palaces of the Roman Empire. Originally a magnificent palace complex belonging to Caesar and Augustus, at a certain location, a palace full of British Gothic architectural style rose up.

It is still rising higher and higher, as if it will surpass all the palaces.

Duncan sits on the Immortal Throne.

An illusory reflection remained on the throne forever.

The morning light is hazy.

Duncan finally woke up from a big dream and was speechless for a long time.

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(End of this chapter)