I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

"what?"

Duke hadn't expected the little prince not to invite her into the room, but she had already taken the little stool and started running again, wobbling, to the crater next to it. She placed the stool beside the crater and called out to Duke again, "Friend, come here."

"Oh, oh." Duke, carrying the little stool the Little Prince had given him, walked over to the Little Prince and sat down. Pointing to the volcano nearby, he asked curiously, "Is this a real volcano?"

"correct."

"active volcano?"

"Yes."

Duke's lips twitched slightly as he glanced restlessly at the crater beside him. Volcanoes on mini planets are also miniature. This volcano was very small, about two or three people high and four or five people wide. The place where they were sitting was the top of a small hill, directly facing this miniature crater that was still billowing out black smoke.

Duke couldn't help but ask, "What should we do now?"

"Let the active volcano quiet down for now." The little prince put her hands on her hips, nodded with a sense of ownership, and then got to work. She took out a small bag from her bosom, pinched a handful of white, crystalline powder, and sprinkled it onto the turbulent crater. It was unclear what magic she had cast on the active volcano, but the volcano, which looked like it was about to erupt, actually quieted down, and the boiling lava stopped. "I don't want the active volcano to erupt and destroy my planet."

“I see.” Duke nodded. He didn’t remember the contents of *The Little Prince*, but seeing what the Little Prince did, he seemed to vaguely recall similar content in the fairy tale—at least it mentioned the Little Prince’s daily routine of calming an active volcano. This made Duke realize that the more he knew, the more he could recall, so he asked very enthusiastically, “Little Prince, what do you usually do?”

Upon hearing Duke's question, the little prince thought very honestly, then counted on his fingers: "Watching the sunset, calming an active volcano, uprooting baobab trees, admiring flowers..."

Clearly, the Little Prince's daily routine was not complicated; he only did a few repetitive things each day. Her simple counting did not help Duke recall any useful memories, but the things he mentioned were still quite typical.

They've already seen the sunset.

She's just been working on calming an active volcano.

Admiring the flowers... For some reason, Duke looked at the rose pinned to the little prince's chest and hesitated to bring it up.

So, all that's left in the Little Prince's words is "uprooting the baobab trees".

"Baobaba tree?"

"Baab trees are very, very bad plants. If you let them grow freely, their roots will quickly grow deeper and deeper until they tear the whole planet apart. So I have to pull up the newly grown baobab trees every day, because it will be too late once they grow a little bigger."

This sounds very unscientific, but this is a very unscientific miniature planet, so Duke wouldn't be surprised if something happened.

To cover for Duke, the little prince jumped off the stool, waved to Duke, and gestured for him to come with him. The two quickly left the location of the active volcano and arrived at a botanical garden, where many radishes and flowers were planted, but Duke keenly realized that there wasn't a single rose among them.

The little prince, however, carefully selected a sapling, nodded while stroking his chin, and pointed at it, saying, "This is a baobab tree."

As she spoke, she reached out and yanked the baobab tree out of the ground.

In that instant, the roots of the baobab tree transformed into indescribable, menacing tentacles in Duke's eyes, lunging towards the Little Prince. At the same time, a multitude of indescribable, eerie languages ​​and roars entered Duke's ears, causing even him, who had already undergone the test of Pandora's Box, to waver and his soul to tremble slightly.

"The Little Prince!"

Duke exclaimed in surprise, trying to warn the little prince, but the little prince reacted much faster—she knew what she should be wary of before the baobab sapling even revealed its menacing nature.

"Hey! Ha!"

The little prince held the sapling in his right hand, and with his other hand outstretched, he made a chop gesture and swung it at the hideous roots, severing their connection to the trunk.

The tentacles fell to the ground and transformed back into tree roots.

"See, baobab trees are really, really bad plants, aren't they?"

As she spoke, the little prince tossed the sapling she was holding aside and began pulling up other baobab saplings. She worked tirelessly in the botanical garden, piling up all the pulled-up baobab saplings and roots together. Duke watched silently from the side, but she never asked Duke for help.

Soon, it got dark again.

The little prince wiped the sweat from his brow, immediately turned to look westward, in the direction where the sun was setting, and said happily to Duke, "It's going to set again!"

She really loves watching the sunset.

Duke shook his head, wanting to observe the eerie streetlights, the lamplighters, and the shadowy monsters hidden in the light more closely on the second night, but the second night... was completely different from the first night.

As soon as the sun sets below the horizon, the baobab saplings and roots undergo a transformation!

Chapter 403 The King's and God's Perspective

As the sun slid across the horizon from the other side of the sky and disappeared from sight on this side of the miniature planet, the baobab saplings and roots that the Little Prince had just pulled out and cut down suddenly began to tumble and turn into indescribable tentacles once again, wildly and violently waving them around indiscriminately.

Some tentacles smashed into other plants growing in the ground, some into the Little Prince who was still savoring the afterglow of the sunset, and some even smashed directly into Duke.

Duke jumped up excitedly. In the Little Prince's eyes, these baobab trees might not amount to much, things she could easily slice with a knife. But this was her world, and the baobab trees were naturally under her control. Duke, however, was different.

The power and speed of these tentacles, along with the destructive aura they exude, all illustrate a simple point: they pose a deadly threat to oneself.

Duke dodged the tentacles' attacks with great difficulty, even managing to free his hands to launch a few counterattacks, attempting to knock them down. He didn't use divine fire; after all, this was the Little Prince's territory, and Duke didn't want to provoke this otherworldly visitor who could have potentially become the god of the floating city.

However, precisely because he didn't use the divine fire, Duke found it very difficult to deal with these tentacles. His all-purpose trickery and spell thief skills were ineffective against these stupid tentacles (meaning they acted on instinct and wouldn't be fooled, but were too brainless to cast spells). Fighting them hand-to-hand with the Mythical Path Dagger seemed unrealistic, and the remaining bullets in the Neon were not ideal for combat.

As for powerful weapons like deus ex machina and cheat codes, using them to deal with these small fry seems like overkill.

After much thought, Duke simply took out the World Watch, intending to use time stop to bully these wooden tentacles.

But at that moment, a long spear suddenly emerged from the shadows, piercing into one of the tentacles in front of Duke and pinning it to the ground, where it could not move no matter how much it twisted and struggled. Then, something that shocked Duke happened.

He was certain that the first thing to emerge abruptly from the shadows was this steel spear, followed by the arm holding it... until finally, the owner of the intact arm came into Duke's perception.

A majestic soldier stood before Duke.

Starting with this imposing soldier, one after another, soldiers clad in magnificent armor appeared in the botanical garden, using their standard-issue rifles to pin the still-mischievous baobab tree tentacles to the ground.

"What is this? Who are you people?"

Duke raised an eyebrow in surprise.

But after the soldiers appeared in neat rows, a king in magnificent attire suddenly emerged from the night, as if he had traveled from another world to this miniature planet.

This is what will happen on the second night of the mini planet. Duke does not see the streetlights, lamplighters, and shadow monsters hidden outside the light of the first night. Instead, he sees these soldiers and the king surrounded by them.

"I am the king, the one who rules you." The king proudly raised his head, looking down at Duke with disdain: "Hmph, commoner, why don't you kneel before the king?"

The soldiers around him stepped forward in unison, their riding boots slamming heavily on the ground. A chilling aura pressed down on Duke. An ordinary person would probably have gone limp in the face of such a display.

But Duke burst out laughing.

"What a joke! No one in this world can rule me, and no one is worthy of making me kneel down."

Even his wife is out of the question. As a notorious scumbag in the floating city, Duke at least has a firm grip on the throne of his family... not counting being left kneeling on the bed with weak legs after being drained by a certain lewd elf.

"Ha." The king sneered. Duke's defiant behavior seemed ridiculous to him. He clapped his hands lightly and said softly, "Commit suicide, sinner."

Is this person crazy?

Does he think I'll just commit suicide because he says so? Who does he think he is? Why should I listen to him?

Duke was bewildered by the king's words, but at the same time, he instinctively raised his hands and grabbed his neck with both hands.

Duke: "?"

What was happening at this moment seemed utterly inexplicable to Duke, because he was completely unaware that he had made such an action. When he realized that his divine body was being controlled by someone who did not belong to him, he... not only did not panic at all, but even somewhat enjoyed the feeling of being controlled.

Even as the king tightened his grip on Duke's hands, even as his ten fingers, straining with all their might, choked Duke's neck until it turned red and purple, even as he was struggling to breathe, Duke remained calm and composed. The third-person, God-like perspective that had appeared in Pandora's Box reappeared in Duke once again.

He looked down at himself, his perspective rising higher and higher until he reached the skies above the miniature planet, entering space, calmly observing the world.

At that moment, Duke realized the true nature of this world.

This place may seem to be the Little Prince's hometown, but in reality it is just a small world she created... or rather, it is the Little Prince's legendary destiny.

This is not a complete world, nor is it another dimension or a witch's game. This is the beginning of everything, the root of everything, and the culprit that caused the two floating cities to be linked by countless other dimensions.

The changes to the Mini Planet after sunset are strikingly similar to those witch games Duke was familiar with. After sunset, a completely new alternate dimension establishes a link with the Mini World and invades it. The lamplighter who lit the streetlights on the first night and the shadow monsters driven away by the light have their own independent worldview, and the king before us and his all-powerful "world rules" also deserve their own independent world.

Having entered the Mini World with the rules of the world, aren't they just like the Crown-level Witch Game?

This is the prototype of the two floating cities. The floating cities are miracle cities created based on the legendary destiny of the Little Prince. Therefore, the city also has the same characteristics as this miniature planet - it is connected to countless other dimensions.

As he gradually suffocated and teetered on the brink of death, Duke realized the key to ending everything… or rather, he recalled a conclusion he had once sought to reach. In his original world, he and Carol had completed a witch game called "The Little Prince," a world likely similar to this miniature planet. During that adventure, he probably learned many secrets about the floating city from Carol, which enabled him to finally complete the witch game "The Little Prince."

Carol... she probably saw in him an opportunity to end the predetermined fate of the floating city.

"So, what's the price?"

What price did he pay to beat the witch game "The Little Prince"?

Chapter 404 No matter facing the abyss or the desperate situation, I will...

Duke, still under the king's control and tightly gripping his own neck, was somewhat reluctant to find a way out of his predicament—this third-person, God-like perspective was just too appealing, and he was a little reluctant to let it end like this.

Duke was already an unfathomable monster in the eyes of people like Guangbao, but at this moment, the speed at which his brain worked and the clarity of his thinking surprised even the abnormal Duke himself. Many questions that had troubled Duke for a long time suddenly had their answers pop into his mind without any beginning or end. Only after Duke carefully recalled them could he understand the cause and effect and the complete logical sequence of his deductions.

This seemingly reversed cause-and-effect reasoning is like a religious "oracle" or "divine revelation." Duke seems to have received the answer from a deity, and his brain then reverses the process to arrive at the conclusion. However, Duke understands that this is merely an illusion caused by the rapid pace of his thought process.

He first triggered this state within Pandora's Box, facing a torrent of negative emotions that nearly drove him mad. However, in the unique environment of the Dark Sea within Pandora's Box, this state didn't play a decisive role; it merely delayed his descent into collapse. Ultimately, it was Amber and Cecil who held his hands, rescuing Duke from the abyss of despair.

This time, however, the situation was clearly not as urgent as it had been.

"This way of thinking is really addictive."

Duke, standing in God's eye, uttered a sigh of emotion.

At this point, he finally turned his attention away, temporarily setting aside the long-term questions and focusing on the immediate situation, beginning to think about how to solve the predicament at hand.

There are not many answers to choose from, and the solution is very simple.

Duke didn't know the principles behind the King's control abilities, but at this moment he didn't completely control Duke's body. Instead, he focused on controlling Duke's hands so that he could barely maintain a balance against Duke.

At this moment, the power struggle that had reached a fragile balance suddenly ended. Duke did not hesitate to give up all control of his soul over this divine body, handing over control of the divine body to Duke.

The king was slightly taken aback, then revealed a look of surprise. Clearly, he realized the value of Duke's divine body. If he could completely control this divine body, he couldn't even imagine how many worlds he could conquer! Without hesitation, he shifted his control, changing his strategy from controlling his hands to trying to control his entire body.

Expanding the scope of control means weakening control, but the king did not think there was anything wrong with doing so. After all, Duke had given up control of the divine body, so who would stand up to oppose him?

His Majesty the King was clearly unaware that a being was slumbering within Duke's divine body.

The previously dormant divinity of the mute was awakened by the stimulation. He did not have much wisdom. After Ida, as the mute's humanity, took away a part of his power, the mute's divinity was reduced to nothing more than savage instincts. At the same time, the fate of Duke's "path of mythology" also affected him to a greater extent.

At that moment, He felt His body being invaded.

Good heavens, they even dared to tamper with my home, a place for the mute?!

The mute being's divinity suddenly became enraged, raising its hand and slapping (on a spiritual level) the king who was trying to seize control.

"puff--"

The king's eyes widened suddenly, and he fell backward in a sorry state, spitting out mouthfuls of blood. He collapsed to the ground in agony, convulsing uncontrollably. The soldiers he had been controlling were thus released, looking at their "king" with varying expressions.

Having slightly punished the intruder, the mute god, bored, manipulated its divine body a couple of times. What was incredibly precious to mortals was utterly commonplace to it. So, it waved its hand, then burrowed back into the depths of its divine body and fell into slumber.

At this moment, Duke leisurely regained control of his divine body, curled his lip, and spat at the king who was convulsing on the ground.