The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The projection went dark.

This time, it didn't light up again for a long time.

The live stream room fell silent for a moment.

Until a comment slowly floated by.

"it's over……"

Cecilia Shaniat: "...It feels like quite a long time has passed, but something seems a little unsatisfactory?"

[Wu Xiang said]: "Is the person upstairs perhaps expressing regret that they didn't see the Desolate Heavenly Emperor appear in Elder Ye's part of the storyline?"

Cecilia Shaniat: "Uh... not really."

"It's just that seeing the Ancient Dragon Kingdom end up like this... I feel a bit sentimental."

[The Unlucky Child Husband]: "I feel that the ending of the storyline about Old Ancestor Ye's second life was a bit rushed."

"I have a few questions here."

First: Where are the others in Class 9?

"Aren't those alien creatures destroying our crystals already?"

"Were they killed in action?"

"Or did he go to guard some Ruins of Return, just like the Dragon King?"

"Second: What about Ye Chen's father and grandfather in this life?"

"How did he die?"

"There are so many details that weren't shown!"

【Youyu Wind Chime】: "Host, come out here."

"The live stream is almost over, don't leave any cliffhangers or leave things unexplained!"

[Kenjing]: "Exactly! You dog of a streamer, we didn't know who you were before."

"I thought you really didn't know, so I didn't ask any further questions."

"Now, why don't you explain yourself to us right now!"

The comments kept scrolling faster and faster.

Various questions filled the entire projection screen.

After a while, Ai Kun reappeared in the live stream.

He clearly wasn't very interested.

He rested his chin on one hand, while casually fiddling with the light screen in front of him with the other.

"The other members of Class 9 naturally each have their own missions."

"I already mentioned this in the previous chapter on the God of War."

"They each have their own lines of defense."

"I will divide the subsequent battles into the Dragon Kingdom Battlefield, the Ruins Battlefield, and the Pangu Continent."

"A summary explanation of the members of Class 9 who participated in these three battlefields."

There's no need to go into detail here.

The barrage of comments immediately surged again.

"What about Ye Chen's grandfather?"

"And General Ye Long!"

"Don't tell me it's over with just one sentence!"

"Secondly..."

Aikun raised his eyelids slightly.

"Your grandfather in Ye Chen's previous life didn't really have a complicated backstory."

"His fate was similar to that of those powerful figures from the Ancient Dragon Kingdom who later deliberately rushed into the darkness and self-destructed."

"They are all worthy of respect."

"Especially since he was the ruler of the ancient Long Kingdom at the time, he did not stay behind to oversee things."

Instead, he personally led the troops into battle.

"This is something you should remember."

Ai Kun paused for a moment and tapped his finger on the light screen.

"Oh, right, there's one thing you should remember."

"Our 98th ruler of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom is named Ye Zhenxuan."

There was a momentary pause in the comments section.

Then, new problems arose again.

"What about Ye Long?"

"How exactly did General Ye Long die?"

"And then...?"

Aikun changed his posture.

He raised his hand to support his cheek, his expression becoming somewhat perfunctory.

"Your ancestor Ye Chen's father, um..."

"That plot isn't anything new; I'm sure you're all familiar with it."

"Especially, junior high school students."

"A Maybach on a rainy night on an overpass in the movie 'Dragon Raja'."

"Everyone knows that, right?"

"That's the piece he's paying homage to. (Just kidding!)"

[The pink little mummy]: "I don't know."

[Lu Mingfei, the Useless One]: "I don't know either."

"..."

[Rainy Pavilion]: "Hey you two upstairs, are you rekindling your old flame across the street?"

[Yun Nianshang]: "Speaking of which, I just remembered."

"Damn it, why did Ye Long put Ye Chen through such a brutal training session earlier?"

"That training regimen really treats people like they're not human!"

[The End of Nothingness]: "Sigh... If it's a scene on an overpass on a rainy night, then we're really familiar with it."

"But damn it... the knife is a real knife."

[Tekino, who likes guitar amps]:

"A classic story: a father and son with a deep rift, who only shed their pretenses at the brink of life and death, and have a tender final farewell."

"You treacherous bastard, Heavenly Dao, could this also be something you orchestrated on purpose?"

Ai Kun rolled his eyes.

"I'm not so busy as to be perfect in every aspect."

He propped his chin up again, his tone full of impatience.

"Look, weren't you just saying that you didn't see the Desolate Heavenly Emperor at the very end of your ancestor Ye Chen's timeline?"

"I'll show you."

"Don't try to pin all the blame on me."

After saying that, Ai Kun disappeared from the live stream.

The next moment, the projection lit up again.

The sky in the picture has completely darkened.

Moonlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon a tall palace.

The night wind, carrying the smoke of gunpowder, blew from the distant city walls all the way into the palace.

Time rewinds to the day Jiang Liyu left.

"Lord Shadow."

In the second seat of the Shadow Courtyard, Beta carried hot dishes and rice into the Imperial Study once again.

"How much do you owe me...?"

"Beta".

Ye Chen leaned against the imperial desk, his fingers constantly tapping on the keyboard, processing urgent emails from all over the country.

Battle reports kept popping up on the computer screen.

The northern border is in dire need of attention.

The western wilderness is in dire need of help.

The South China Sea defense line needs support.

The gap at the rear widened.

The message requesting help almost filled the entire screen.

Ye Chen stared at one of the emails, his eyes bloodshot.

"I am now a celestial being; I can go a year without eating or drinking and be fine."

"Starting tonight, there's no need to cook anymore."

Beta put the food aside.

She watched Ye Chen's retreating figure, wanting to speak several times, but in the end, she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She originally wanted to use a more tactful way of saying it.

I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't figure it out.

So she spoke directly.

"Lord Shadow, you can skip the meal."

"But you haven't had a break for three months now."

Ye Chen paused for a moment while typing on the keyboard.

Beta continued:

"The pressure on the front lines is critical."

"Your grandfather and father passed away one after the other."

"Your classmates and teachers have also left you one after another."

"I think you urgently need a deep sleep to cope with your current mental state."

Only the sound of keyboards remained in the imperial study.

Ye Chen lowered his eyes and did not answer immediately.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Beta, his face showing a hint of tired helplessness.

"Beta, if you really don't know how to comfort someone, then don't say anything."

"This is all for your health."

Beta spoke calmly.

Ye Chen glanced at her and pointed to the door.

"Alright..."

"Go out."

Beta did not move.

Ye Chen raised his hand again.

"I'll take a short nap later."

Beta watched his retreating figure.

She knew that this statement had no credibility whatsoever.

But Ye Chen had already said all that, and she had no way to persuade him further.

"Yes."

Beta picked up her plate, turned, and walked towards the door.

The door to the Imperial Study slowly closed behind her.

Just as she stepped outside the door, her heel suddenly bumped into something.

Beta's expression changed.

He flipped his right hand, and the dagger instantly appeared in his palm.

Using her waist and abdomen to generate power, she turned around and thrust her hand behind her back.

"Clang—"

The plate slipped from his hand, and the food spilled onto the floor.

The dagger pierced through a golden phantom.

Beta's pupils contracted.

The next moment, she sheathed her dagger and knelt on one knee.

"The second seat of the Shadow Courtyard, Beta."

"Greetings, Desolate Heaven Emperor."

The golden phantom gradually solidified.

The Desolate Emperor stood before her, his robes clean, his expression casual.

Beta looked up at him.

"Your Majesty, are you here to see Lord Shadow?"