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

"The Blood Slave Seal is indeed powerful."

His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"The thing you planted in my brain makes me wish I were dead."

"Every night I can feel it gnawing at my brain, sucking my blood, and turning me into your puppet little by little."

"But you know what?"

He tilted his head.

"You're too confident."

"You thought the Blood Slave Mark was unsolvable, and that I would always be your dog."

"But you forgot—I am an assassin."

"Legendary Assassin"

"I have assassinated gods."

"I've endured all sorts of torture to kill a god."

Mo Wendao's pupils suddenly contracted.

"When—you?"

Zhou Zhen smiled.

"From the first day I became your slave."

"I'm constantly thinking about rebelling, about how to kill you."

He raised his hand and pointed at Mo Wendao's face, which had already begun to fester.

"Do you think those islands you slaughtered, those people you killed, were just there to provide you with blood and gore?"

"You think those people's blood was just used to make blood pills?"

He shook his head.

"no."

"I tampered with every island and every person."

"I poisoned their blood."

Mo Wendao's expression changed completely.

"Impossible... When I refined that blood energy, I didn't detect anything..."

"You can't detect it."

Zhou Zhen interrupted him, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"That's the poison I used to assassinate gods."

"In this world without potions, I searched for a long time before finding a substitute."

"We even made special modifications for you."

"Colorless, odorless, formless, and intangible, it has no effect on blood and qi."

"It will only do one thing—take your life when you are at your weakest."

He paused.

"It requires hundreds of different materials, each applied to hundreds of people, and only when their blood and qi mix together can the real poison be synthesized."

"You slaughtered so many islands and killed so many people, but on each island, I only used one of those methods."

"You won't notice anything when you refine it."

"But those toxins are still inside you."

"We've been waiting for this moment."

Mo Wendao knelt on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of black blood.

Minced flesh had begun to appear in the black blood—his internal organs were being dissolved by the poison.

"How...how dare you..."

His voice no longer sounded human; it was like a wail from the depths of hell.

"How dare you..."

Zhou Zhen didn't look at him again.

He turned around and looked at Yun Yi.

Under the moonlight, the fifteen-year-old emperor still stood there, his robes billowing in the blood-red wind, his hair stained red by the blood-red light.

But those eyes remained so calm.

It was as calm as a stagnant pool.

Zhou Zhen took a deep breath.

"His Majesty."

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I know you don't believe me."

"You shouldn't have believed me either."

"But now, I want to tell you something."

He paused.

"You're a native of this world, right?"

Yun Yi looked at him but did not answer.

Zhou Zhen didn't wait for his reply and continued speaking.

"You are a genius, the most remarkable person in the world in the last thousand years."

"You defeated all the reincarnators, and you preserved your kingdom."

"But you know what—it's just a game."

"Of ten reincarnators, only one can return alive."

"You killed us, and now we're really dead."

"But if we die, will you live on forever?"

He shook his head.

"Won't."

"The park won't let you get away with this."

"Once we're all dead, it will send new reincarnators."

"A stronger reincarnator."

"An endless stream of reincarnators."

"Can you hold on once, ten times, or a hundred times?"

Yun Yi looked at him, but still didn't say anything.

Zhou Zhen took a deep breath.

"So, I have a suggestion."

"Let's work together."

"Help me kill all the reincarnators, then let me go back."

"Then I'll use my points to exchange you for a place in this world."

"Go to my world, or go to any world you want to go to."

"You can continue to be your emperor, or you can do whatever you want."

"Just get out of here."

He paused.

"How is it?"

Yun Yi fell silent, this time for real.

The imperial study was so quiet that one could hear the sound of blood mist churning.

Mo Wendao was still spitting out black blood. Karen and Wu Liang's corpses lay in the ruins, and the sounds of fighting in the distance gradually subsided.

Moonlight streamed down from the dilapidated roof, illuminating Zhou Zhen's blood-stained face and the almost frantic expectation in his eyes.

"Are you finished speaking?"

Zhou Zhen was stunned for a moment.

"That's all."

Yun Yi nodded.

He turned around, walked back behind the desk, picked up the still-warm cup of tea, and took a sip.

"You just said that I am a native."

Zhou Zhen's pupils contracted slightly.

"When did I ever say I was indigenous?"

Zhou Zhen was stunned.

He looked at Yun Yi, at those calm, unwavering eyes, and suddenly felt that something was amiss.

He recalled the feeling of being seen through when he first met the young emperor, the oppressive feeling that only came from facing an old monster who had lived for three hundred years.

He thought of those black-armored men, of the imperial city that had stood up, of the words "come down" and "kneel down"—that was not something an indigenous person could do.

That's not something a fifteen-year-old boy could do.

That is……

"Are you also a reincarnator?"

His voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

Yun Yi did not answer.

He simply put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

One stroke at a time, very slowly, with a rhythmic quality.

"I have a question for you."

Zhou Zhen remained silent.

"What you just said—points, redemption, taking me away from this world—is it true?"

Zhou Zhen was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"It's true."

"This is what a reincarnated senior from my world said."

He said that as long as you accumulate enough points, you can exchange anything in the cycle of reincarnation.

"Humans can also do it."

Yun Yi nodded.

"Then I'll ask you one more question."

"You said you wanted me to kill all the reincarnators for you so you could go back."

"Then you use your points to redeem me."

"But have you ever considered—why should I trust you?"

Zhou Zhen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Based on the fact that he just helped Yun Yi kill Mo Wendao?

Judging from the other party's composure, did Mo Wen really threaten him with that move?

Zhou Zhen stood there, somewhat at a loss.

He gave a wry smile.

"Your Majesty, may I ask a question before I die?"

Yun Yi nodded.

"Go ahead and ask."

Zhou Zhen spoke.

"According to the rules of the park, the stronger you are, the worse your background is. Only the weak can have such a good background."

"But why—you are clearly of princely birth, yet you possess such extraordinary strength?"

Yun Yi remained silent for a long time after hearing this question.

"Because I have never believed in that rule."