On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

As Lena said, they are now facing the threat of a "cold wave," and Liao Ji certainly wouldn't be at ease just abandoning them and leaving it entirely to future generations to continue. Therefore, "protection" measures are indispensable.

Among the "protection" measures, the heir is undoubtedly the most effective one.

As for the most trusted successor, it's only natural for Liao Ji to have his own bloodline carry on this millennium plan.

Furthermore, because each of "them" is an indispensable part of the plan, there must be at least one successor in each project so that Liao Ji can feel at ease.

"Zero, what does Lord Liao Ji mean?" Long Niang nudged the maid next to her with her elbow for the second time.

"The master means that he wants to have a child with each of us."

“At least one,” Zero added.

This task is not so simple.

The higher the level of power, the more difficult it is to produce offspring after they combine. This can be seen from the fact that Liao Jiming has already consumed them many times, but none of them have reacted.

But don't worry.

With Reina, an "expert" in this field, the succubus can provide the best guidance and assistance.

The initial framework of the Millennium Project has now been fully established.

The Source Lord led numerous "Sources" back to the Source Sea to accumulate the channel power that can support millions of players in the future.

The story of the "Emperor of Ashes" has come to an end.

But belonging to the story of "The Fall"

Yet it continues.

There will be new descendants, new inheritors, who will continue to write their own legends and epics in "The Fall," a book that the "Emperor of Ash" has created for them.

Chapter 351 Birthday Gift

The Realm of Origins.

Holy Kingdom, Michel, Black Hole Plain

"Orl, give it your all! Hang in there!"

"According to the instructions on the treasure map, we're almost at Father's tomb!"

In the dark "ruins cave", a little girl of about seven or eight years old, holding a torch, encouraged her companions behind her with a lively voice.

The little girl was dressed in simple casual clothes. Although her face was a little dirty and dusty from the journey, it did not detract from her cuteness and beauty. In particular, her well-defined facial features made it clear at a glance that she would grow up to be a stunning and powerful beauty.

Of course, besides that, the little girl's long, fiery red hair was also particularly eye-catching, and in a sense, it was a symbol of her identity.

However, the girl's fiery red hair was tied into a neat single ponytail at the back of her head, which made the original sense of nobility and oppression brought by the red hair less, and made her look more energetic!

At the same time, with the help of the torchlight, if one looks closely, one can vaguely see that on both sides of the demi-human girl's head, there are a pair of tender dragon horns emerging from her red hair, just beginning to show their tips and not yet fully developed.

The contrast is striking with the little girl's excitement and energy.

The little boy following behind the girl seemed somewhat less presentable in terms of his demeanor.

“Lotus, that’s not called Father’s tomb, that’s called Father’s relics.”

After finally managing to climb over a huge cave rock blocking his way, Orl looked at the dragon-horned girl who was standing ahead of him, a head taller than him, and sighed.

"Hey, what's the difference?"

“The tomb is for placing the dead. By saying that, you’re making it sound like our father is already dead. Don’t do that again. He’ll be angry if he hears you.”

As Orle lectured the girl with dragon horns, he brushed the dust off his clothes that he had picked up while climbing the rocks.

Under the torchlight, the boy's face was delicate, his skin fair and smooth. At such a young age, he already had a handsome appearance. He was the kind of boy who could receive countless love letters in elementary school and make countless older girls' eyes light up when he walked down the street.

Unlike his carefree older sister "Lian", the little boy is clearly very particular about his appearance.

Even though they came to explore, they were still wearing traditional clothing from the "Holy Church," including an inner lining, bow tie, coat, leather boots, and robe.

Furthermore, the cross hanging on the little boy's chest, which faintly emitted a sea-blue halo, made the boy's temperament even more outstanding.

It can be said that at such a young age, he already shows some signs of becoming a future "bishop".

However, the young bishop is currently facing a bit of a headache.

"No way! Daddy won't be angry, because when he told me a bedtime story the other day, he told me himself that he crawled out of a coffin."

“Your father was just teasing you,” Orl said, shaking his head helplessly.

"Hmph, I don't believe it! Father would never lie to me. Just you wait, Orl. When we get to the tomb, I'll prove it to you! I'll show you what Father's coffin is like!"

After making a face with her tongue sticking out to her younger brother behind her, Lian took the lead and continued exploring deeper into the cave, referring to the treasure map in her hand.

The dragon-horned girl easily leaped up the two- or three-meter-high cave rock.

This made the little boy behind him twitch at the corner of his mouth.

After another sigh, the little boy began to climb with all four limbs, trying his best to keep up with his "monster" sister in front of him with his tiny body.

Hard work pays off.

About half an hour later, a joyful shout came from Lian ahead.

"We're here! This is it! Come quick, Orl! We've found Father's tomb!"

Seemingly annoyed that the panting little boy behind them was too slow, Lian quickly ran over, picked him up, hoisted him onto her shoulder, and then, without waiting for Orl to speak, took her younger brother and leaped into the dark pit below.

Bang!

After landing safely and smoothly, Lian put her younger brother down like a sandbag being unloaded, and then couldn't wait to look around the "tomb chamber".

When Lian's gaze fell upon a dark coffin, as if it had been burned, at the very back of the tomb, the dragon-horned girl's eyes lit up instantly, just like an adventurer who had finally found a treasure chest.

"Orl! Orl! Do you see that? That's it! Daddy's coffin!" Excited Lian kept tugging at Orl's robe with her little dirty hands.

The girl then rushed toward the coffin, which probably weighed several tens of kilograms, but Lian, in a state of excitement, pushed it aside with one hand.

"Treasure, Daddy's treasure, hehe!"

The girl's dragon eyes sparkled, as if she could already imagine the many treasures inside the coffin.

However, when Lian actually jumped into the coffin, she discovered...

"W-what happened?"

Lian rummaged around in the coffin for a long time, but found nothing except getting covered in dust.

In the coffin

Empty.

"This shouldn't be happening. Father's treasure should be here, why can't we find it?"

The little girl sat dejectedly in the coffin, her face full of grievance.

"Who told you there was treasure in the coffin? Was it also Father?" At this moment, Orl also came to the coffin.

“My father didn’t say it, but I specifically looked through books, and those books clearly stated that when powerful people were buried, they would prepare many, many precious burial items in their coffins!”

"So I thought, since my father is so powerful, there must be many treasures in his coffin, and then..."

After hearing her sister's explanation, and looking at her sister sitting in the coffin with a puzzled and confused expression, Orl couldn't help but cover her face.

"That's why I told you, that's only for dead people. Father didn't die, and he wasn't buried, so naturally there's nothing in the coffin!"

"But...but what if there's no treasure here? What am I supposed to do? There's no time to prepare anything else...waaaaaah...waaaah..."

Having already failed to find the treasure, and now being lectured by her younger brother, the dragon-horned girl sitting in the coffin finally couldn't hold back anymore, and large tears began to stream down her face, her lovely face now filled with grievance and sadness.

Now it was Orl's turn to panic.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

While his sister was still crying, the little boy secretly took out a rusty short sword that he had hidden inside his priest's robe and quickly put it into the coffin.

After doing all this, Orl pretended to climb into the coffin, pretended to "search" it, and then deliberately made a sound of surprise while tugging at Lian's clothes.

"Lian! Wait a minute! There seems to be something in the coffin!"

"Waaaaah... Waaaah?!? Really, really? Where is it?"

The girl, who had just been sobbing, followed Orl's finger and saw the rusty sword. Her previously dull dragon eyes suddenly lit up again.

"A sword! It's a sword! I've heard about it in my father's stories. This must be the Emperor's sword that my father used when he was young, the one that slew countless monsters and saved the world!!"

With excited voices, Lian held the rusty sword in her arms as if it were a precious treasure, looking at it again and again with a face full of joy.

Seeing his older sister stop crying and start smiling again, Orle finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, to everyone's surprise, the little boy's breath caught in his throat again in the next second.

because

"But Orl, that's strange."

"Strange, weird?"

“Yes, I should have searched this place, but why didn’t I see this sword earlier? And, Orl, look how dirty this coffin is, full of dust and grime, but why is this sword so clean? Not a speck of dust on it, not even…”

"Orl, feel it. This sword is still a little warm, as if it's been held by someone all this time?"

The girl with dragon horns analyzed the situation logically and with evidence, which immediately increased Alton's pressure, causing him to sweat.

Why is my sister's mind...

It always works so well in these weird places!

Just as Orl was racking his brains, trying to figure out how to convince his sister that the sword wasn't just something someone had placed there, but a genuine treasure from within the coffin, Lian clapped her hands, becoming even more excited, and explained to her brother in advance:

"I understand! Orl! It must be our sincerity that moved the Emperor's Sword, which is why this sword appeared so miraculously and even showed us affection. The temperature on the sword now means that it has recognized us!"

After Lian finished explaining happily, she added, "I've seen it written like this in many storybooks!"

Orr: "."

"elder sister."

"Ok?"

"Read fewer storybooks."