He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Mu Yu stood there, stunned.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, falling on her dusty shoulders.

She looked at the boy with his back to her, watched the hem of his golden dragon robe being gently lifted by the night breeze, and looked at his hands behind his back—his fingers were well-defined and his body was sculpted.

Those were the hands of a fifteen-year-old boy.

But as soon as those hands were raised, an entire imperial city, thousands of feet tall, bowed down.

"Leave it for last..."

She murmured repeatedly, "You mean, you'll kill everyone else, and then kill me?"

Yun Yi did not turn around.

"What I mean is—I will let you live like a human being."

"I've lived long enough, then we'll talk."

Mu Yu's eyes suddenly stung.

She wanted to say something.

I want to say, "Aren't you afraid I'll run away?" I want to say, "What right do you have to make decisions for me?" I want to say, "I don't want your pity."

But those words were too fake.

She didn't want to run away.

She wanted to stay.

Stay here to watch the flowers bloom and fade, the clouds drift and gather, and the sun slowly sink.

The young emperor saw right through all these things she had never said to anyone.

He saw through her loneliness, her fear, and the fact that beneath that "King of Rain" facade lay a soul that hadn't slept, eaten, or seen a flower for fifty years.

"You..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "Aren't you afraid I'll tamper with it during the research?"

Yun Yi finally turned around.

Under the moonlight, his face was calm, as if he were saying something perfectly natural.

"You won't."

Why?

"You said that in that world, nobody treated you like a human being."

Yun Yi's voice was soft, "But here, you don't need to worry."

Mu Yu opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

My eyes are sore, my nose is stuffy, and my throat feels like it's stuffed with cotton.

She hadn't felt this way in fifty years.

In that world, no one cares whether you have emotions, no one cares whether you are lying, no one cares whether you are a person or a tool.

This little emperor cares.

"So," her voice was hoarse beyond recognition, "you believe me?"

Yun Yi looked at her and remained silent for a long time.

"I don't believe it."

He said.

Mu Yu was stunned for a moment.

"I don't trust anyone."

Yun Yi's voice was calm, "But I'm willing to give it a try."

Mu Yu stood in the ruins, the moonlight casting a long shadow over her.

Looking at the fifteen-year-old emperor, she suddenly felt that he was older than anyone else.

Having grown old, I've witnessed too much life and death, tasted too much warmth and coldness, and seen through the true nature of people.

But he was still willing to give it a try.

Try believing, just once, that someone who killed 3.27 million people can change for the better.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the stinging sensation in her eyes.

"Okay. I'll try."

Yun Yi nodded.

He turned around and walked towards the imperial city.

"Keep up."

Mu Yu took a step and chased after him.

This time, she neither stumbled nor hesitated.

She walked very steadily, making sure each step was firm before landing.

The two walked side by side through the ruins, with the collapsed city wall behind them and the rising sun in front of them.

Mu Yu suddenly asked:

"You just said you would go back."

"Go back to where? Back to your old world?"

Yun Yi remained silent for a moment.

"I will go back."

"But not now."

"When was that?"

"When the people of Great Yan are no longer starving, when there is no more war on the border, when those who died have been given an explanation—when I feel it is time for me to leave."

Mu Yu looked at him.

"How long will we have to wait? Ten years? Twenty years? A lifetime?"

Yun Yi did not answer.

He simply raised his head and looked at the sky that was gradually brightening.

The morning light fell on his face, gilding his still somewhat immature features with a soft golden edge.

"have no idea."

……

Three months later.

outside of Kyoto.

In a newly built workshop.

Mu Yu stood in front of a huge machine, watching it slowly spit out the first batch of finished products.

Those were improved farming tools.

Lightweight, durable, and can be operated by one person.

She turned around and looked at the experimental field outside the workshop.

In the field are new crops that she planted three months ago.

At this moment, the golden wheat waves undulate with the wind, like a golden ocean.

"leader."

Zhao Ming walked over, holding a report in his hand.

"This is the production statistics for this month."

Mu Yu took it and glanced at it.

Then she laughed.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a rare hint of satisfaction.

That's enough.

she says.

"This amount of grain is enough to feed 300,000 people for a year."

Zhao Ming was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Chief, are you... truly resigned to this?"

Mu Yu raised her head and looked at him.

"What are you willing to accept?"

"Would you be willing... to serve that emperor like this?"

Mu Yu remained silent for a moment.

Then she laughed.

That smile was complex, containing bitterness, relief, and a hint of...warmth that was hard to define.

"Do you know?"

She spoke, her voice very soft.

"Three months ago, that little emperor asked me, 'Have you ever slept, eaten real food, seen real flowers, heard real birdsong, or tried sitting on the grass watching the sun set?'"

"I didn't understand why he asked those questions at the time."

"Now I understand."

She turned around, looking at the golden wheat field outside the workshop, at the majestic imperial city in the distance, and at the azure sky above.

"He's telling me—"

"To live is more than just to live."

"You have to live like a human being."

Zhao Ming fell silent.

As he watched the leader's retreating figure, he suddenly realized that the leader had changed.

It's not that my appearance has changed.

It's her eyes that have changed.

In the past, leaders only had data and goals in mind.

The leader's eyes now shone with light.

"Let's go."

Mu Yu strode out of the workshop.

"Go and check on those crops."

"And by the way—watch the sun set."

……

at the same time.

Overseas, on an unnamed island.

Inside an abandoned mountain god temple.

Mo Wendao sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

The surrounding area was littered with corpses.

Not hundreds, not thousands.

It was piled up like a mountain.

Densely packed, layer upon layer, extending all the way outside the temple, to the coastline, to every corner within sight.

Some of the corpses were already rotting, while others were still bleeding warm blood.

Without exception, they were all as shriveled as dried bacon.

The blood and energy have been drained.

Moonlight streamed down from the dilapidated roof, illuminating Mo Wendao's face.

Two years have passed, and most of his half-rotten face has recovered.

The newborn skin was eerily white, like a freshly peeled egg, creating a stark contrast with the other half of her face.

One eye, which is currently closed.

But beneath his eyelids, a faint crimson light could be seen swirling.

a long time.

He opened his eyes.

A flash of bloodlust appeared in that single eye.

"call--"

He let out a long breath.

That breath was blood red.

It condensed in the air without dissipating, turning into a cloud of blood mist that slowly drifted away.

"The Blood Pill... is complete."