I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

If the Little Prince truly built this floating city using the star map, then it's perfectly normal that Duke's divine fire, ignited by the star map, attracted his attention.

He was somewhat excited because he felt that he could meet the Little Prince in person this time and answer many questions that had been bothering him—for example, what exactly happened in the witch game strategy guide when he lost his memory; and why his system before he lost his memory was called the "Star Map System".

The answers to both of these questions are probably inextricably linked to "The Little Prince"!

"It's me, hello."

A blonde little girl suddenly appeared in front of Duke.

Chapter 400 The Little Prince and Pleasant Goat

"It's me, hello."

Duke was slightly taken aback. Only after hearing the voice addressing him did he belatedly realize that all his companions had suddenly vanished, and even the streets of the floating city had disappeared. He was now on a miniature planet, where he could see the horizon and a dazzling array of stars in the sky.

Only then did he belatedly realize that all his companions had disappeared, and even the streets of the floating city had vanished, leaving only himself and the blonde little girl in front of him.

"Are you...the Little Prince?"

The little blonde girl before me wore a tiny crown on her head and a delicate aristocratic outfit. She looked only six or seven years old, with a chubby face and an adorable appearance, but her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. A bright red rose was pinned to her chest, and its vibrant color only served to accentuate her pallor.

Duke was certain he didn't know her, but looking at her clothes, complexion, expression, and even the content and tone of her voice, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

“You don’t seem to be from this world.” The little prince grinned, reached out and patted Duke’s belly, then said happily, “But you are the little prince’s friend.”

"Am I your friend? I don't seem to remember that."

“But you are another friend of mine, aren’t you?” The little prince winked mischievously, then skipped and hopped around Duke. “I can feel his presence in you.”

"Perhaps." Duke gave a faint, wry smile. "Actually, I don't remember much about it either."

He could barely remember anything about the Witch Game: The Little Prince, and he didn't know why Carol had erased these memories—not just about the Witch Game, but even the contents of the fairy tale "The Little Prince" that he had read in his previous life.

Although losing his memories of his past life couldn't stop Duke from completing the witch game, he felt that when facing a witch game like "The Little Prince," no amount of caution or preparation was too much. If he could remember the original content of "The Little Prince," it would definitely help with the strategy.

The little girl who called herself "The Little Prince" tilted her head strangely. She seemed not to understand why Duke didn't remember, but she quickly regained her innocent expression and said with great enthusiasm, "It's okay, then let's be friends again."

"no problem."

Duke nodded, completely unaware of the slightest oddity in the little prince's words—at this moment, a certain emotion was vaguely lingering in his mind, affecting his judgment. However, even disregarding this emotion, Duke's rationality hoped to become friends with the little prince before him, since the method to save the two floating cities depended on the little prince's situation.

"Hello, my name is the Little Prince, Duke. What's your name?"

"My name is Duke, it's nice to meet you, little prince."

This kind of conversation... seems to have happened twice already.

A thought flashed through Duke's mind, but it was fleeting and left no trace in his thinking. However, the increasing sense of déjà vu made Duke frown.

"Friend, could you draw me a sheep?" The little prince took out a piece of paper and a pen, and handed them to Duke with a big smile. "I like sheep."

"You like sheep?" Duke casually took the paper and pen from the Little Prince, then boldly scribbled on the paper, soon drawing a simple sketch of Pleasant Goat. He then handed it to the Little Prince and said with a smile, "Then I'll tell you a story. The story is called 'Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf'."

“I want to hear, my friend.” The little prince’s interest was immediately piqued. She cupped her face in her hands, leaned close to Duke, and said something that astonished him: “Last time you told me about how the lambs won the grassland games…”

What sheep sports meet?! And this ending doesn't seem to be the original ending either; it sounds like a version he made up on the spot... No, the key question is, why did the Little Prince hear him tell the story of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf?! Could it be that he's already on his second or third playthrough without realizing it?

wrong.

"Little Prince, did you hear this from another version of yourself?"

“Yes,” the little prince nodded with a grin, “it’s a very interesting story.”

If beings like Ida and Hii can guarantee being the "only existence" in multiple parallel worlds, and all of them in the multiverse are them... then is it certain that this little prince, who is close to a god, cannot do the same?

However, regardless of the explanation, her strength and level far exceeded Duke's original expectations. He had initially thought she was a quasi-god, or even a "demented god" similar to the mute, only able to passively trigger feedback mechanisms (divine punishment) under certain conditions. But now, it seems that the reality is far different from Duke's original guess.

“Alright, let’s continue the story today.” Duke’s expression remained unchanged as he calmly continued, “This time, Pleasant Goat, Big Big Wolf, and their friends accidentally fell into another world called the Strange World…”

Duke wasn't particularly gifted at storytelling, and he'd almost forgotten the plot of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. So he had to bite the bullet and tell the story anyway. But Little Prince was clearly a very easy girl to fool. Even though Duke's storytelling was disjointed, she listened with great interest, clapping her hands from time to time, and nervously wringing her hands when Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf encountered difficulties.

As the story unfolded, time slipped by unnoticed, and soon the bright "sun" in the sky had set behind the miniature planet in the west. Although engrossed in the story, Duke still noticed this.

This planet is too small, and the time from sunrise to sunset is very short. It is likely that day and night will change again soon. This should not be anything special, but a certain feeling in Duke's heart made him vigilant.

Those were memories he himself had forgotten.

He reminded himself to watch out for the sunset.

"Ah, look, it's the sunset."

The little prince also noticed that the sun was setting. She happily stretched out her hand, pointed in the direction of the sunset, shook her little head, and watched the sunset intently.

Within seconds, the sun set below the horizon, and the mini-planet entered night.

Meanwhile, something enveloped this small planet.

Chapter 401 The Little Prince and the Lamplighter

As night fell on the mini-planet, something enveloped it.

Duke couldn't be sure what it was, but he could clearly sense that the planet had changed somewhat after nightfall. However, the little prince beside him seemed oblivious, turning his gaze away with a hint of regret and remarking, "The sunset is so beautiful."

“Indeed,” Duke agreed somewhat perfunctorily. He didn’t particularly enjoy watching sunsets, but the little prince seemed to really enjoy it—so Duke figured she must really like this planet, since it was so small that she could see the sunset several times in twenty-four hours. “Little prince, didn’t you feel anything?”

"What are you talking about?" The little prince tilted his head and looked at him curiously, seemingly not understanding what Duke meant. "What should I be feeling?"

“I…” Duke was speechless for a moment, “I don’t know what I should feel.”

He only sensed a change in some kind of world rule on the mini-planet, but he didn't know what that change was.

In fact, Duke couldn't even be sure if this was another dimension, because compared to the witch games and other dimensions he had experienced before, this tiny mini-planet was just too... too fairytale-like, like someone had woven a dream, and everything was fake.

Duke had clearly experienced even more absurd alternate dimensions, such as the Cinderella Witch Game where wishes could come true anytime, anywhere, and words could become law. That world was far more absurd than this miniature planet. Under the influence of the Cinderella-branded all-powerful wish-granting machine, the world of the Cinderella Witch Game was a wondrous place where anything could happen.

But in Duke's view, that kind of world is much more real than this one.

But is this a dream?

Hard to say.

Moreover, he felt that this was not someone's dream, nor was it a virtual world like the Little Mermaid Witch game; it was a real yet illusory world.

Duke wasn't someone who relied too much on his feelings, but when he arrived here, when he stood before the Little Prince, all the rationality he usually used vanished—or rather, failed him. Duke was forced to rely solely on his emotions, making judgments based on his feelings and inner impulses.

Just then, in the pitch-black night, a lamp suddenly lit up.

With Duke's abilities, seeing in the dark wasn't difficult, so the earlier darkness hadn't affected his vision. However, the bright light had momentarily blinded him, forcing him to squint. Once Duke's eyes adjusted and he opened them again, he could finally see what the source of the light was.

It was a street lamp, and next to it stood a man wearing a thick cotton coat. He was the one who had just lit the bright street lamp—Duke was certain that neither the man nor the street lamp he was guarding existed here before nightfall.

"good evening."

After lighting the lamplight, the lamplighter rubbed his hands together, greeted Duke and the little prince who were looking at him, and then breathed on his hands to warm them. The miniature planet wasn't cold, and the lamplighter was dressed so thickly that Duke felt sorry for him, but the lamplighter was shivering from the cold, constantly rubbing his hands together.

Duke asked curiously, "Is it that cold?"

"Of course we are! Aren't you cold?" The lamplighter's voice trembled with cold, each syllable shaking. "My God, you're really resistant to the cold."

"Hello." The little prince stood next to Duke and nodded politely to the lamplighter: "My name is the little prince."

The lamplighter nodded to her: "Hello."

He didn't give his name, perhaps because he didn't have one. Duke noticed that his face was blurry, becoming clear each time it was illuminated by the surrounding light, but the details on his body would immediately become blurry if the angle was wrong and the light didn't reach him.

Duke suspected that he was just a dummy or a fantasy, but every movement he made exuded the aura of a soul, which directly refuted Duke's idea.

The lamplighter suddenly waved in a certain direction, then said to Duke and the little prince, "This planet is wonderful; it allows us to stay here."

The little prince put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest with some pride: "Of course, this is my planet."

As the two were talking, another person suddenly appeared in the direction illuminated by the streetlight. He was also wearing thick clothes, which were covered in white snow. This gentleman shook off the snowflakes, first tipped his hat to Duke and the little prince, and then spoke to the lamplighter, saying, "It's really cold."

"Isn't that right? Many of our people probably won't make it through the night."

"Yes, tonight is probably the hardest night I've had in a while."

The lamplighter and the gentleman chatted as they looked out into the shadows beyond the light.

Duke followed their gaze and quickly spotted something beyond the lamplight—the shadows had transformed into monstrous forms, their bodies also covered in snowflakes. They dared not approach the lamplight, only watching them menacingly from the shadows.

The two men, seemingly accustomed to being watched by the shadowy creature, stood under the streetlamp, warding off the chill only they could feel. Duke, standing nearby, felt utterly out of place, as if they existed in two different worlds. The lamplighter and the gentleman chatted about the continuation of their kind, their battles with the shadowy creature, the mundane details of life, the mundane matters of money and daily routines, love and friendship…

Duke listened quietly to their conversation, and just then, the lamplighter suddenly stopped talking, reached out to extinguish the streetlamp beside him, turned to Duke and the little prince with a wry smile, and said softly:

Good morning, both of you.

In the next instant, Duke felt a blur before his eyes, and the lamplighter and gentleman who were right in front of him disappeared, as did the streetlights that the lamplighter had extinguished, and the shadowy monsters hiding outside the light.

"Little Prince, what exactly is this...?"

“Tonight is over.” Duke wanted to say something, but the little prince interrupted him, looking towards the east of the miniature planet and whispering, “The sun has risen.”

As she proclaimed her words, the sun rose from the horizon, its light illuminating everything and making the events of the previous night vanish like a dream.

Aside from the clear memories remaining in his mind, Duke had no evidence to prove what happened on the mini-planet last night.

Duke felt like he had caught a lightning bolt of inspiration.

Is this why Carol wants to erase his memories?

Chapter 402 The Little Prince and the Baobab Tree

"The sun has risen." The little prince looked at the rising sun with some regret, then skipped and hopped back to her home on this miniature planet, calling out to Duke as she went, "I'm going home. Friend, come with me."

"Okay."

Duke immediately agreed.

In this somewhat eerie world, Duke dared not be alone—although the planet was only so big, and even if he wanted to separate from the Little Prince, he couldn't go very far. Duke followed behind the Little Prince, constantly observing this seemingly innocent and adorable little girl.

Her current behavior is not much different from that of a real child, and she does not exhibit the mindset that an immortal should maintain—Duke does not know if this is because she is not an immortal, or because she retains the earliest childlike innocence. But what has caught Duke's attention is her pace of progress.

Although she appeared to be hopping and skipping forward, Duke had actually noticed that she hardly ever touched the ground during the movement, but rather floated above it.

The gravity on this mini-planet wasn't so weak that weightlessness would occur; at least Duke didn't feel any weightlessness, but there must be a reason why she was floating.

The little prince is actually dead; the woman before you is just a ghost.

While Duke was pondering, the two soon arrived at the Little Prince's house. They did not see any magnificent palace that could match the title of "Little Prince." His house was just a pretty red house.

"I haven't invited anyone over to my house in a long time," the little prince said happily, hurrying into the house. Soon he brought out two small stools and handed one to Duke. "Here you go."