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When his voice rang out, for the first time, a fluctuation of emotion appeared in his pair of cyan-gold vertical pupils.

"Why can't you just die peacefully?"

He looked at the fat man on the throne, his eyes filled with resentment, unwillingness, questioning, and deep-seated reverence.

"Ah, perhaps it thinks my mission isn't over yet."

The fat man smiled, a fleeting hint of pain flashing in his bright golden eyes.

Then, he raised his arm and pulled out the spear stuck in his body.

"As expected of you, the gun you made is almost exactly the same as the one from back then, and the feeling..."

He rubbed the bloody hole in his chest, wincing in pain.

"Ouch—that really hurts! I mean, it's fine if you say you hate me, but why make things difficult for me, the host? He's just a child."

He sighed softly, and streaks of brilliant golden light surged across his body as the horrific bloody hole in his chest slowly healed.

"hehe……"

A cold laugh echoed from the void, and a blurry figure appeared, its azure-gold eyes slowly looking down, full of mockery:

"How come I didn't know that the Dragon Emperor could sympathize with others?"

"These aren't just strangers; they're my dearest family and friends, my brothers and sisters!"

The fat man looked serious, but the other man's eyes held an even stronger mockery, as if he were questioning him.

He pursed his lips helplessly, shrugged, and said:

"Okay, it's because my life is tied to this kid's; if he dies, I die too."

A flicker of surprise flashed in his azure-gold eyes:

"Oh? The resurrection contingency plan left by the Dragon Emperor is so rudimentary?"

He looked the fat man up and down, his expression somewhat strange:

"Besides, even if it's shabby, you should at least pick something out. Don't you feel ashamed to return in this state?"

The fat man swayed, and Zhong Mo's soul forced its way in, glaring at him fiercely before quickly disappearing.

"Haha, sorry, you know, times have changed, the little guy has a bit of a temper."

He nodded slightly, but there was not a trace of apology in his bright golden eyes:

"Furthermore, I want to emphasize that I have not left any means of resurrection, nor do I intend to possess this guy's body."

He paused, a hint of melancholy in his voice:

Why leave a stain on the new era when the remnants of the old one remain?

"Heh, even at this point, you're still lecturing me with grand principles? Don't you find it disgusting?"

"No, I'm just expressing my attitude to reassure the little one inside me."

He smiled, looked into those bluish-gold eyes, and said:

"I will not interfere with the decisions you make, as I have done in the past, and as I will continue to do now."

After saying that, he resumed his nonchalant smile and said:

"However, we were family before, and this game is quite fun, so I can lend you a hand."

"Why did you go through all this trouble? You painstakingly set all this up, but you didn't take the lead yourself and handed the initiative over to Old Huo's successor."

"What if that guy is as hot-tempered as Old Huo and chooses to die together with him? Wouldn't you have gained nothing in the end?"

After speaking, there was a long silence in the void.

Looking at the young man on the throne, surrounded by the crowd, he was like an inextinguishable sun, magnificent and dazzling.

A complex look flashed in his azure-gold eyes. After a long silence, he finally replied:

"You don't need to worry about it, it's all part of my plan."

Before he could finish speaking, the spear that had fallen to the side flashed with sharpness once more, pinning the fat man to the throne.

"Just watch quietly, as if... you were watching everyone die back then."

He stood in the void, his azure-gold eyes gleaming with a dazzling and frenzied light:

"But unlike that time, this time... I will make the dragon race great again!"

"Heh... When the light of a star goes out, even if you create another star that is exactly the same, its essence will be completely different from the original."

The fat man shook his head slightly, then shrugged:

"But it's your place, so whatever makes you happy."

……

The somber atmosphere in the throne room had vanished, replaced by a joyful ambiance.

Of course, Wang Tianyuan, who was pranked, was not in a good mood.

Wang Tianyuan's face turned pale and then red, and he glared at everyone with hatred:

"You bunch of bastards, instead of doing your jobs properly, you've teamed up to mess with me!"

"This is the important thing! What prank? This is an effective way to verify identity."

Chief Diplomat Ji Mingyu smiled and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly:

"Everyone goes through this, it's not just targeting you."

"There should be some limits, you guys are really bullying us."

Wang Tianyuan rolled his eyes helplessly, still feeling a lingering fear when he recalled the oppressive feeling he had just experienced.

Imagine you're a low-level civil servant, and one day you're called into your boss's office. Suddenly, you see a dozen or so superiors coldly staring at you, the highest-ranking one saying, "Young man, confess."

"Haha, Young Master Yuan's mental fortitude is a bit weak. I saw his legs go weak just now. Did you almost spill your pearls?"

Financial officer Huang Haoran jokingly remarked, only to be sharply exposed by Inspector General Zheng Jiming:

"Stop making fun of others, Lao Huang, your pants were all wet back then!"

"Stop making fun of others, Lao Huang, your pants were all wet back then!"

"Can you shut the hell up?!"

Huang Haoran blushed and almost wanted to disappear into the ground.

"Oh, there are experts too?"

Wang Tianyuan gave him a disdainful look, but regained some balance in his heart.

As his emotions gradually calmed down, he fully accepted the fact that his brother Yun was the big boss of the incident.

"Throughout the court and the public, even in the capital's underworld and legitimate society, we have people on our side. Moreover, the NPCs completely obey Brother Yun's orders. If you ask me, what are we waiting for?"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Wang Tianyuan's lips. He raised his hand as if it were a knife and swung it down heavily:

"A massive purge, kill all the suspicious individuals!"

"Then turn around and kill all the NPCs, split all the insect eggs in the capital vertically, and shake the eggs until the yolks are broken!"

"With this whole setup, no matter where the real entity or the King of Wind is hiding, they won't be able to escape!"

Dragon Guard Commander Shang Qi gave a thumbs up:

"Brother Wang's skill is simple yet extremely ingenious, far superior to those incompetent strategists under my command!"

A smug look flashed in Wang Tianyuan's eyes.

However, Xiao Yun shook his head and rejected his suggestion.

"You really think this is an open-world role-playing game? The storyline of this illusion is limited. If I could really solve problems by killing, I would have done it already."

"What can we do then? Search them one by one, but we won't find them even if the world ends."

Wang Tianyuan sighed.

Xiao Yun smiled and said:

"Don't worry, what you said isn't unusable, but it has certain prerequisites."

"We need to weaken the stability of this illusion, that is, to use small changes that do not conform to the actual events to pry open the illusion, make it crack, and give us enough room to maneuver."

Everyone seemed to be deep in thought, nodding frequently.

But then, Wang Tianyuan asked:

"However, since we don't know this history, how can we create changes that don't fit this event?"

Xiao Yun smiled mysteriously and said:

"I checked the information about the [Birthday]. Tonight, the Dragon King will, as usual, tour the capital to check on the grand ceremony and celebrate with the people."

"And I have a premonition that an assassination will take place!"

……

As darkness fell, the lights in the capital shone even brighter.

Fine wines and delicacies from all races, along with song and dance performances, flooded the streets. Every street in the capital was decorated in a different style, representing all races and the majesty of the Dragon King.

Men and women from all races celebrated joyfully, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Dragon King.

Among the crowd, some malicious glances frequently flickered, anticipating the arrival of the Dragon King.

"According to historical records, tonight, the Dragon King's carriage will be attacked by some wild beasts and assassinated by the fanatical cultists, the Dragon Feast Order."

The pastor sipped his cider and spoke calmly.

Beside him, the orc leader nodded:

"So, we're going to protect him?"

"No, we're going to assist in the assassination."

The pastor smiled slightly, while everyone else looked completely bewildered.

"According to analysis, this assassination attempt was also one of the factors that solidified the determination of the Illusion and the Wind King to make that decision."

"Moreover, I suspect that there are quite a few players mixed in with the Dragon Feast Order and the Beasts. There must be some smart people or people who want to protect themselves. The scale of the assassination is probably not large and cannot achieve its original purpose."

"Therefore, we must add fuel to the fire! Let's make this Dragon King's memory even more profound."

The pastor took a sip of cider, watching the wind blowing from the throne room, his eyes burning with intense passion.

In the darkness of the sewers, among the beasts performing on the high platform, among the street vendors, and even among the patrolling dragons and guards, there were eyes that gleamed just like his.

They suppressed their murderous intent and quietly awaited that moment.

Soon after, the earth and sky shook.

"They're here!"

Nine pure-blooded dragons led the way, followed by countless flying dragons and imperial guards, with a golden wind carpet hanging down like a curtain from the sky.

It was as if a blue sun was rising, illuminating the world.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

The residents of the capital knelt down in worship.

In the azure sun, on the illusory throne, Xiao Yun raised his head and said calmly:

"Please rise, everyone."

"This isn't my first time visiting the city. As always, there's no need to be reserved."

Xiao Yun smiled and waved his hand, his gentle aura spreading like the wind, quickly enlivening the serious atmosphere once again.

The imperial carriage moved along, stopping and starting, inspecting every part of the grand ceremony in the capital.

With the arrival of the king, the atmosphere throughout the capital became even more enthusiastic, almost as if flames had been lit.

Countless eyes were fixed on the throne, waiting, waiting.

Finally, at an ordinary yet decisive moment, an unexpected change occurred.

"Let's do it!"

As if by fate, everyone made the same decision at the same time.

Xiao Yun was among them.

"The grand show is about to begin..."

Xiao Yun leaned back on the throne, looking at the handsome knights blocking the imperial carriage, a slight smile playing on his lips.

First Royal Guard under the Throne, Kingdom Champion, one of the strongest humans of our time—

Wang Tianyuan makes his grand entrance!

He drew his sword, and under the incredulous gazes of everyone, pointed it at the king to whom he had sworn allegiance:

"For the sake of the world, we respectfully request Your Majesty the Dragon King to die!"