Unspeakable bubbles

"What you say won't work."

"why?"

“You’re more like a monster than I am, and Captain Robin won’t listen to monsters.”

"Can't you just make do with what you hear? Or do you expect to find a human being who understands you?"

"What I need isn't understanding, it's...it's..."

Robin fell silent; it didn't understand what it wanted either.

"Sigh, then I'm afraid I can't help you. There's only one human here, but... Hey, what are you doing?"

Before the man could finish speaking, Robin turned and walked towards Bubble.

Section 158, Chapter 157: Tolerance

"Old buddy, that young lady is doing a very pleasant job with us, don't do anything foolish!"

The man blocked Robin's path. "It's rare for everyone to be so happy. Even if it's a dream, let me enjoy it to the fullest."

Why can't dreams come true?

Robin's words startled the man, who couldn't help but say, "What can we do with Carmen around? He has the most authority in this secret realm."

“Since Carmen created us under the guidance of Chaos, many things are no longer up to him.”

Robin had absolutely no respect for the master who created him; on the contrary, he subtly felt aversion towards him.

Centuries of imprisonment have indeed changed many things.

"Our existence is not meant to be a waste of time in this godforsaken place after we destroy the Black Tide, ugh, a life of skeletons!"

"this......"

The man's expression shifted rapidly; he realized that he was being influenced by Carmen far too much.

Although it was something that couldn't be helped, he didn't see things as clearly as Robin did.

"I don't think encountering Bubbles was a coincidence."

Robin's eyes blazed with ghostly fire: "If Chaos is truly interfering with this world, then why isn't she the one we've been waiting for?"

Its soul reacted so violently that even the skeletons in the Marquis's mansion looked towards it.

"You said, you said she's the 'King'?"

"Impossible!" the man immediately retorted.

Why is it impossible?

“How could a little human girl be a king?” The man shook his head repeatedly. “She doesn’t have the demeanor of a king.”

"What a load of rubbish about being a king."

Robin pointed to himself and then to the skeletons around him: "That so-called kingly demeanor isn't even worth a decent bone to us."

It then asked, "What do you think the king is like?"

"What's it like...?"

The man remained silent for a long while, a look of confusion in his eyes.

Yes, what kind of king is capable of commanding this immortal army?

A benevolent king who is popular with the people and known for his kindness and generosity?

A cruel, bloodthirsty, and capricious tyrant?

It seems that neither is correct.

"Don't impose human standards on us."

A simple question enraged the man, his eyes flashing with a crimson light: "You said I'm human?"

"You are a monster, a half-baked monster who cannot completely break free from the shackles of human thinking. We are both equally bad."

"However, I may soon be ahead of you."

Robin shook its head, then walked past the man toward the bubble without stopping.

Many skeletons with ghostly flames burning in their eyes were secretly watching Robin's actions; his argument with the man had already caught their attention.

"Lord Bubble!"

For the first time since they met, Robin attempted to communicate with the little girl.

"What is it?" The little girl wiped her face and made a gesture to pause the game.

The communication was so easy that Robin paused for a moment, but quickly put aside his doubts.

A giant golden skull reached out its hand to the bubble, and the little girl, without hesitation, quickly reached out and touched it.

Bubble's vision blurred, and some fragmented images appeared before her eyes.

A boy was swinging his sword at a tree trunk, while his father stood by, occasionally saying something.

In front of the magnificent Marquis's mansion, the young man defeated all his opponents and successfully joined the royal guard.

After more than ten years of hard work, the middle-aged man, with his superb martial arts skills and outstanding achievements, impressed all his colleagues and was successfully promoted to captain of the personal guard.

Beside the purple pool, Robin resolutely jumped in to defend his territory.

The white skeleton wielded a long sword, hacking and slashing at the chaotic creatures, but as it continued its slaughter, it lost control.

A wounded young soldier looked at it with fear. Without thinking, it raised its knife and ended an innocent life.

"..."

Bubble stood there, looking somewhat lost in thought.

Skeleton Robin stared nervously at the bubble, its body trembling slightly.

After a while, the little girl slowly walked up to it.

"It's okay." Bubble stood on tiptoe and patted the skeleton.

"Although, although Robin, you did a lot of bad things after you turned into a skeleton, you also helped Bubble."

"Only kind-hearted people will help Bubble, and those who help Bubble are all kind-hearted people."

Bubble said earnestly, "Don't be afraid. Even Bubble doesn't think Robin is scary, so Robin must not be a scary guy!"

So, so don't be sad.

"..."

"......"

The golden skull remained motionless for a long time, seemingly still pondering Bubble's words.

Countless 'participants' who had been watching the unfolding events and understood what was happening through the perspective of the skeletons within the Marquis's mansion fell silent.

The young man was equally overwhelmed with emotion; he could hardly contain himself.

What kind of person can command an undead army? He just got the answer.

Gender is not important, age is not important, one may not have the decisiveness to kill, nor does one necessarily need to have superhuman wisdom.

'Tolerance, so that's what you all wanted—someone who could accept you completely, someone who, after understanding your true nature, could still forgive you!'

The man was filled with mixed emotions. When he came to his senses, he found that all the skeleton warriors had already bowed to the little girl.

At this moment, not only the skeletons in the Marquis's mansion, but all the participants, the 136,000 undead warriors with ghostly flames burning in their eyes, all fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!!!"

"Our King!!!"

The shouts from the souls of those who entered the game even made the entire secret realm tremble.

The man took a deep breath and then knelt on one knee.

He was so excited that he trembled all over, and even his voice changed: "Finally, finally we've waited for you, someone worthy of our lifelong pursuit."

"Our King of Terror!"

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"This day has finally come."

Looking at the densely packed chaotic creatures outside the city walls, Andy felt a strange sense of emotion.

"How long can we hold out?" he asked the old gardener beside him.

"Two days, or even less."

The old man seemed somewhat absent-minded; he didn't even glance at the black tide below the wall, his gaze constantly lingering on Robin and the other undead warriors.

'Why, to this day, has no immortal warrior chosen him?' The old gardener was deeply puzzled.

As the 'cornerstone' of this secret realm, the 136,000 undead warriors can observe the candidates' every move and thus choose their preferred candidate.

The "King Selection" ceremony is simple in a way: the secret realm is reenacted, and the candidates impress the "audience" with their actions to gain entry.

Ultimately, the one who garnered the most supporters was the new commander of the Undead Legion.

His creation of the secret realm back then greatly displeased the undead warriors, and from that moment on, he understood that he could no longer command the undead creatures.

As a compromise to allow the Undead Warrior to 'voluntarily' become the cornerstone of the Mythic Realm in order to build it, he agreed to relinquish power at some point in the future.

Of course, to show sincerity, the successor was chosen by the immortal warriors.

Why is it that no one else entered except me?

'Could it be that this child's performance couldn't even impress an undead warrior?'

"That can't be that bad."

If a candidate does not have more than half of the supporters, they will automatically be disqualified. It doesn't matter if all candidates are disqualified; they can simply wait for the next candidate to enter the arena.

For some reason, the old man felt very uneasy at this moment.