Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 110 The Honored One Wears a Laurel Crown

In the war of the gods in the past, the goddess of life and the goddess of fertility, who had completely broken up, fought a great battle outside the world.

In the end, the Goddess of Life successfully defeated and killed the Goddess of Fertility with the blessing of the power of faith of the Tianyi people.

The opponent's corpse fell into this world and eventually turned into crazy divine power, forming the Land of God's Destruction, devouring all life that dared to set foot on this land.

This is the truth about the Land of God's Fall.

The Goddess of Life thought she could rest easy after killing the other party.

However, it was unexpected that even though the Goddess of Fertility had died, she still left a backup plan to corrode the body of the Goddess of Life until her soul was suppressed, her body was occupied, and she completely turned into the new Goddess of Fertility.

However, before the other party had time to completely occupy the body of the Goddess of Life, he encountered Lord and his group.

Then comes the battle with the gods.

Lord spoke slowly, "The final battle was far more brutal than I expected. The power of the Goddess of Fertility is a dark poison derived from the very source of life, powerful enough to corrode all things and pollute the soul. While I dealt her the fatal blow, my body... was also corroded."

However, in fact, Lord, you are not the only one who has been corrupted.

Noen hesitated, not knowing whether he should say this.

When the goddess was completely killed by Lord's sword, the crazy divine power that leaked out swept everyone. At the critical moment, Lord threw Atos to Celie and asked her to open the barrier to protect everyone.

Although Celiai deployed the barrier immediately, some people were still affected.

No one noticed this, not even himself.

It was ten years after he and the other party started their adventure again that Norn realized this.

At that time, he had been behaving very strangely, often talking to himself and occasionally showing a painful expression. I asked him about it myself, but he always said that he was fine, just a little tired.

Perhaps the erosion of the gods had already begun from that time.

Then, one morning, his best friend disappeared.

When he finally got to know the other party, he had already become Asmodeus, the first demon king of the demon clan, and brought disaster to the world again.

Meanwhile, Lord's story continues.

He raised his pale hand. In the moonlight, Norn saw that there were barely perceptible black lines on the back of his hand and even under the skin extending to his wrist, which exuded an ominous dark aura.

"My body completely collapsed, and my soul was polluted." Lord's tone was as calm as if he was telling someone else's story, but the danger in it was enough to make Norn shudder. "In order to survive, and to prevent myself from becoming a vessel for the gods, I can only choose this method."

He paused, as if considering his words, or as if recalling the so-called method.

"I took the initiative to destroy my own body, used the power of life to create a new body for myself, and then began to reincarnate."

The magic of reincarnation was created by Lord when he created a new body for himself.

It does not mean reincarnation into another person's body, nor does it mean that one's appearance and memories will change.

You are still you.

It's just reshaping your body.

"It's just that this time is too long. It took me thirty years to reincarnate my soul into a new body."

He clenched his fist lightly, but the movement was still noticeably stiff and awkward.

It can be seen that Lord has not yet fully mastered his new body.

"It's like forcibly taut a violin string and then mounting it on a fragile piano. I poured all my energy into tuning it, slowly allowing my soul to mesh with this new and fragile body. The slightest misstep would result in my soul dissipating or my body collapsing again."
Therefore, until now, this body is still too fragile to withstand any impact."

Norn stood there, as if petrified.

The shock and subsequent guilt overwhelmed him.

He had imagined countless reasons for Lord's disappearance, perhaps being trapped in a secret space, or perhaps having perished together with the gods, but he had never imagined such a cruel "reincarnation"!
Thirty years!
A full thirty years!
It's not about traveling or exploring, but about struggling to survive on the edge of life and death.

He looked at Lord's pale face, thousands of words stuck in his chest, and finally turned into just one sentence, "You... have suffered."

Lord shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his face: "Being able to see you again, to see you wearing that crown, makes everything worth it."

Norn took off the crown.

He always remembered what Lord had once told him.

If one day I officially become the king of mankind and wear the crown that symbolizes glory and bondage, remember to take off the crown and let him wear it too.

Now, Lord was standing in front of him.

"Will the weight of a crown affect you?"

Lord naturally understood what Norn meant, so he nodded: "It should be fine." He stretched out his pale hand again to take the crown.

I don't have the sense of responsibility to be a king.

Just like the crown in his hand that symbolizes glory and bondage, Lord wanted to wear it just to satisfy a man's little wish.

The touch of cold metal came through the fingertips. The crown of Norn was formed with the help of the ancient oath of the elves, which can also be regarded as a kind of magic.

Lord raised the crown and then, gently, placed it on his head.

The honored one has a laurel wreath on his head.

But this time, there were no cheers of coronation and no glory of being the center of attention.

In this quiet bedroom, there are only two close friends who have transcended time.

"How does it feel?" Noen's voice was filled with a hint of subtle tension and anticipation.

Lord closed his eyes slightly, as if taking it in.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips: "It's much heavier than I thought..."

He shook his head slightly, the movement very small, as if afraid the crown would fall. "Carrying the hope and future of a country and an ethnic group, this weight is indeed extraordinary. Norn, you have worked hard over the years."

It was just a joke that Noen made come true.

He couldn't even imagine how much bitterness and difficulty it would take to truly establish the first country belonging to the human race in this world.

Lord carefully took off the crown and walked in front of Norn. The other party understood what he meant and lowered his head slightly, allowing him to put the crown, which symbolized responsibility and hope, on his head.

Then he raised his head and his gaze returned to Lord, carrying with him thousands of words accumulated over the past thirty years.

"Your return is more important than anything else." Noen took a deep breath and began to describe the changes in the past thirty years.

“Everyone is still here, but nothing is the same anymore.”

(End of this chapter)