Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Chapter 83 I am a despicable dreamer

The first rule for survival in Terra:

First, learn to lie.

There are too many rotten people and rotten things on this land. Discrimination and injustice permeate every corner of this world. Because of racial differences, the Sarkaz and Sarkaz are mortal enemies; because of class differences, nobles treat commoners like dirt; because of different infection statuses, normal people would rather starve the infected to death in granaries than try to understand or show mercy to each other. If Terra were a human body, every pore of his would surely be oozing black, stagnant blood, terminally ill.

Honest people can't survive on this land. Wayne had long understood this, so he always adhered to the cunning nature of saying one thing to one person and another to another. But if he were to lie about the concept of "family," this would probably be the first time.

He hadn't lied to Vina, not even when he tricked her into agreeing to bring Theresa to Victoria. His descriptions of Theresa were all true. Vina wouldn't ask him about the cause of the King of the North's death. It was documented in the royal and unicorn archives; the King's death was suspicious, but all cases were closed, sunk to the bottom of the archives along with the three major, unsolved cases. She had no interest or need to bring it up with Vina.

But even if she doesn't mention it, someone else will eventually. This is a hurdle that Wayne must overcome; if he can't, Wayne Bruce's present will forever be imprisoned in the shadow of the past.

There are two ways to overcome this hurdle: one is to be honest with everyone.

This is an utterly foolish move. If Wayne confesses, everything he has fought so hard for—Vina, Chen, Surtr, Mudrock—will fall out of his way. The harmonious royal family, the stable nation, the quelled rebellion, and the hopeful future will all vanish.

Why should he sacrifice the future for the sake of the past?

Just because of a tragedy and a messy debt?

Sorry, Wayne cannot accept this!

As the current Wayne, he certainly has to bear the burden of many things done by the original body, but he must also uphold his own soul.

He is the only one who hasn't been defeated by Terra's tragedy, and the only one who has stepped outside the chessboard and is not part of the "plot." He can arrange his own destiny, and he will continue on his path until he achieves his goal, no matter how many new or old grudges he carries.

Wayne's path refuses any obstruction. Since he neither wants to be an enemy of the Reeds nor let the King of the North's hard work and the will of Wayne's predecessor go to waste, he now has only one choice!

The second option to overcome this hurdle is to lie!

This is Wayne's determination to become "Terra's number one conman".

Baseness is the passport of the base, nobility is the epitaph of the noble. Before everything settled down, Wayne, as both the ruler and the transmigrator, had long been prepared. Even if he had to resort to any means, be covered in mud, be condemned as a despicable demon, and even if the foolish instinct in his heart was still urging Wayne to confess everything to Reed, he would never accept it. He would resolutely move forward!

Forward, ever forward, until we reach that place—the world line where all tragedies can be erased!

So what if I'm despicable? So what if I'm selfish? So what if I'm hypocritical? Being a shadow emperor and still wanting to be a perfect superman is just wishful thinking. I just want my wife and me to be happy. I don't care about anything else!

There's nothing we can do about it; Wayne Bruce was never a good person to begin with.

I am a despicable dreamer!

The blond-haired Aslan took a deep breath, looking at the sorrowful-faced Drak girl before him. His desire to confess and beg for forgiveness was extinguished by his burning will. No one could forgive [Wayne Bruce] except [Wayne Bruce]!

Wayne called softly, "Reed..."

He will weave the most flawless lie with the heaviest heart, all to create a beautiful ending—even if it's tied to a false spiderweb.

No one else was present, except for Reed, who could notice the terrifyingly unwavering will burning in Wayne's eyes.

.......

Victoria, the Queen's Army's marching command vehicle.

Theresa isn't very good at complex electronic devices; using her phone to chat and send out cute "Kal'tsit's Daily Funny Emoji Packs" that she commissioned Kroos to create is already her limit.

So, she fumbled around among the dazzling array of buttons for a long time before finally getting through after the call rang five times and almost ten minutes had passed.

At this moment, Therese, who was sitting to the side pretending to be sleeping and resting, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, Theresa looked in my direction three times just now, she must want my help.

Luckily, I reacted quickly and pretended to be asleep. Knowing Theresa's considerate nature, she wouldn't forcefully wake me up, otherwise she would have almost ruined my image.

Why was it destroyed?

Because I don't know how to use that stuff either.

Kazdel is a desolate, scientifically forbidden place. Even if it once had computers and signal stations, they were completely destroyed in years of war. If it weren't for the fact that he and Theresa successfully developed a Silesia industrial zone and a mobile city in recent years, Theresa might still not know how to use a mobile phone.

Not to mention computers, even the Queen doesn't know how to use one. How could he, the chairman who spends all his time in the Military Council and on the front lines, possibly know how to use one?

Theresa called on him to help with something important, but he didn't know how. How embarrassing would that be?

Therese quietly opened her eyes, and after confirming that Theresa hadn't noticed her, she let out a long sigh of relief, scratched her head, and shrugged.

Ugh, I've lost so much hair again. If this keeps up, will I, the dignified chairman, become bald?

Theresa, of course, didn't notice Theresis's sudden thought of "whether to buy some hair growth serum in Victoria and bring it back." After connecting the call, she looked at Kal'tsit's image on the screen with a puzzled expression and asked:

"Kal'tsit? Sorry to keep you waiting, I'm not very good at this... By the way, why did you suddenly send me a message?"

Since being humiliated and kicked out of her room by Wayne last night for not having a computer, cutting off her contact with Theresa, Kal'tsit deeply felt the importance of technology. Today, she specially asked her butler John to buy her a brand-new laptop, and felt very pleased with herself for successfully taking advantage of Wayne.

Incidentally, she didn't actually get any money from Wayne; she used the Earl of Princeton's money to buy the laptop.

After a long wait, Kal'tsit finally saw Theresa again. However, there was no displeasure on her face. She glanced at the background behind Theresa and asked:

"Theresia, where are you now?"

"Command vehicle, Vina has personally led the army to the North. Therese and I are acting as staff officers."

Theresa's tone was somewhat excited.

“Kal'tsit, isn’t this a great opportunity to gain the approval of the people of Victoria? This way, the pressure from the people will be less for Mr. Bruce and me, who are to be married off as demons.”

Kal'tsit's lips twitched:

"Oh, Theresa, the Prince Bruce you mentioned is now the leader of the Northern rebels. I didn't know that, so I'm telling you."

Theresa: "Huh? (OvO)"

"Mr. Bruce is the leader of the Northern rebels, doesn't that mean..."

"Has the rebellion in the North been quelled?"

Theresa asked incredulously. Kal'tsit was taken aback, then smiled helplessly.

"A normal person would be wondering at this point if Prince Wayne really wanted to rebel, right? Why are you so sure he quelled the rebellion?"

“Because I’m not a normal person…” Theresa stuck out her tongue playfully and smiled. “Just kidding,” she clutched her chest and said seriously, “If you ask why, it’s because I trust Mr. Bruce.”

"You really are..."

Kal'tsit shook her head helplessly, looking like she couldn't do anything about it.

She raised her head and said again:

"However, Theresa, please be careful."

"Based on my observations of Wayne over this period of time, this man is terrifying."

Theresa didn't pay much attention to the warning; instead, she was surprised by Kal'tsit's description:

"You can describe it as terrifying?"

Kal'tsit nodded:

“My previous understanding was mostly wrong information, and even after so many days, I still can’t see through him at all, but he seems to have seen through some of my secrets in a short period of time.”

Kal'tsit blushed and asked seriously:

"Theresa, I have a question for you. Did you tell him that I like plush toys?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Theresa's face. Before she could speak, Kal'tsit raised her hand to interrupt her:

"The answer seems obvious. So where did he get all this information from?"

Kal'tsit countered, repeating her point and warning:

“Theresia, be careful. This man is truly terrifying. If you can make him your ally, our previously bleak path and the future of this bloodthirsty land may become much brighter. But if you are not so sure, please be careful... How much does he really know about the demons, about you, and about the Demon King? And does he have other intentions?”

Kal'tsit looked directly into Theresa's eyes, and even through the screen, Theresa could feel the seriousness and concern in Kal'tsit's voice.

She must answer this question seriously.

Theresa straightened her back, her expression resolute, and replied:

“Kal'tsit, if you ask me how much I know about Mr. Bruce, I don’t know much. I don’t know if he has any ulterior motives towards me. But my answer will not change.”

"I believe in Mr. Bruce. No matter how the future changes, he will always be my companion!"

Kal'tsit nodded.

"I will continue to keep an eye on him for you."

She paused, then a sincere smile appeared on her face:

"Congratulations, Theresa. Even in my long life, I have rarely seen this kind of trust between people. As your dearest friend, I wish you happiness."

Theresa returned the smile:

"Thank you, Kal'tsit, but..."

Haven't you thought about your future?

"My future?" Kal'tsit paused, noticing the meaningful smile on Theresa's face. Suddenly realizing something, a blush crept across her face, and she gritted her teeth, saying:

No! Even if there were, it wouldn't be him!

After saying that, he abruptly hung up the call.

Seeing the communication screen suddenly go black, Theresa shrugged helplessly.

"Kal'tsit, Kal'tsit."

"You didn't have such a temper before."

A man who leaves Kal'tsit feeling utterly frustrated and unable to understand him? Mr. Bruce, what more can you do?

Will you be the "kindred spirit" that Kal'tsit has been searching for?

Chapter 84 All Tactical Transformation Master

"Your Highness, based on the crucial intelligence provided by Prince Reed, we have essentially pinpointed several of the Deeppool organization's strongholds in the Forgotten Mountains of the North. Speed ​​is of the essence in war, and we should immediately dispatch the elite of the Steam Armored Corps and Mr. Winster's Unicorn Force to launch an immediate attack and swiftly encircle and annihilate Deeppool's hideout!"

Ernest suggested, but for some reason, Wayne's expression remained somewhat ambiguous. He neither agreed nor disagreed, his eyebrows simply twitching, as if he were lost in thought.

It's no wonder that Wayne felt a strong sense of déjà vu; the tactics Ernest was describing were simply too familiar to him.

He glanced at Ernest and asked, "Do you play video games?"

Ernest shook his head, puzzled. "Your Highness, I never touch those things."

That's strange. You're not a StarCraft player, so how did you learn this trick from my older brother?