From Hokage to Visionary

The extremely low pressure enveloped the surrounding atmosphere, making Lu Mingfei feel very uncomfortable. He really hated this feeling.

Knowing that the future was a tragedy, but unable to change it, he felt powerless, which deepened his great sadness. He suddenly walked out from behind Lu Mingze impulsively, looked up at the figure that seemed to be a mixture of thousands of living beings, and gritted his teeth and said, "Really. Can't change it?"

Very good, that's what I've been waiting for. Uchiha Sogetsu smiled calmly and said, "To rewrite the story of Alesuhod's pen, the price to pay is huge."

Lu Mingze heard the hidden meaning in the words, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "The price is high? That means you can rewrite it?!"

"can."

Uchiha Munetsuki leaned back in his chair, resting his left hand on his cheek, and said calmly: "But why should I do this?"

"Haha, I understand. There is no such thing as a free lunch." Lu Mingze kept his hands in his pockets, looked at Adam on the main seat, smiled, and said, "Name a price. What price do we need to pay? Is it the soul? Or blood? The throne?"

"unnecessary."

Uchiha Munetsuki glanced at him, playing with the feather pen, and said lightly: "The price you can pay is not worth one ten-thousandth of Alesuhod's pen."

Lu Mingze gritted his teeth, glanced at Lu Mingfei obscurely, and then looked at Adam again: "What if it is the power and authority of the Black King?"

"Do you think I need it?"

This statement is not an exaggeration. Uchiha Sotsuki really looks down on the Black King's power and authority.

Although he is only Sequence Three, with the help of Al-Suhod's pen, it is not difficult to kill the Black King, not to mention being promoted to Sequence Two, Sequence One, or even Sequence Zero in the future.

Lu Mingze was silent for two seconds, feeling his self-esteem was hit hard. A bitter smile appeared on his face, and he said self-deprecatingly: "Yes, we are just characters in the story, and you are an existence outside the story, so of course you don't need it."

“This is too depressing.”

Lu Mingfei was a little lost, he sat on the ground, and said dejectedly: "In the end, I am actually a character in someone else's story, and I am even a bootlicker and a loser? This is crazy, what kind of good person would write a protagonist like this? Shouldn't the protagonist be handsome and powerful?"

"Well, maybe it's just that guy's bad taste."

Uchiha Sogetsu complained truthfully.

It must be a great spectacle to be able to appreciate the characters in the book and even complain about the author. The level of excitement is almost five stars.

"The previous writer is the god who created our world?"

Lu Mingze clenched his fists, his heart seemed to be burning with fire, he wanted so badly to punch that guy in the face!

Since they are all characters in the story, then the previous person who wrote the "story" can only be the God of Creation, right?

"From your perspective, calling him the God of Creation is not wrong."

Uchiha Sogetsu's clear eyes showed a hint of teasing as he said, "However, if we look at it from a larger perspective, he just used the 'pen of Alesuhod'."

"What about you? Who are you?"

Lu Mingze asked in a deep voice, since that person created their story, what is 'Adam' who took back the Pen of Alesuhod from that person?

"An ordinary 'audience', the founder of the Dusk Hermit Order."

Uchiha Sogetsu replied gently: "To follow the trend of the times, to wait for the right opportunity, to awaken the true creator, is the meaning of my existence."

"Twilight Hermit Club" Lu Mingze suddenly realized something and turned around to look around. The chairs placed next to the long bronze table clearly looked like a party. He asked, "If I'm not mistaken, there should be other people here, right?"

"They are some people who were inspired by fate and came to the Kingdom of God by chance."

Uchiha Sogetsu raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled faintly: "In accordance with the philosophy of the Twilight Hermits, in order to awaken the 'first creator' from the long sleep of death and change the tragic trajectory of fate, we attend gatherings here every week and communicate with each other."

Hearing this, Lu Mingze seemed to have finally grasped an opportunity, and asked with bright eyes: "What is the price for joining?"

"It doesn't cost anything."

Uchiha Sogetsu smiled slightly. It was worth it that he had laid the groundwork for so long. He was finally getting to the point.

The Black King Nidhogg, to be more precise, should be the next Black King twins. As long as you can control the two of them, it is equivalent to controlling the dragon world in disguise.

Then, gradually, the belief in the 'primordial creator' is implanted, so that there is no need to worry about the 'anchor' after being promoted to a god.

Even if Sequence Zero of the audience path can use a virtual personality that actually existed to serve as his own 'anchor point' to balance divinity and humanity, that does not mean that he does not need more faith. After all, no one would dislike an 'anchor point' that is not stable enough.

"So, we can also join the Dusk Hermits?" Lu Mingze asked again.

Uchiha Sogetsu looked at the nervous Lu Mingze with calm eyes and chuckled, "Yes, although you were not inspired by fate and accidentally broke into the Kingdom of God under the influence of Alesuhod's pen, you are essentially qualified to join the Dusk Hermit Society."

(End of this chapter)

Take a day off

I need a day off to sort out my thoughts. I'm in a very bad mood these days. Something happened. I need a day off. Sorry.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 330 School Board: Old man, are you the one who brought King Bai here?

Portofino, Italy.

Brightly colored houses surround the turquoise bay, and the warm Mediterranean sunshine, accompanied by the July sea breeze, flows through the green trees in the stone-paved alleys.

Against the backdrop of lush green mountains stands a lonely pure white fortress, with its exterior walls made of solid marble facing the bay, embracing the sea breeze. The single-family building is mottled and old, like an old man in his twilight years, burdened with the heavy vicissitudes of life.

This place was once a place for ancient monks to practice asceticism. It was later purchased by the Gattuso family and used as the annual meeting place for the European Secret Party.

This year, thanks to the trouble caused by Commissioner Cassell in Japan, the board meeting was called early.

In the dimly lit room, there was only a row of candlesticks on the long table. The flickering flames illuminated four men and two women, who were now the family bosses who held power in the Dragon Blood Secret Party.

The content of previous meetings can basically be summarized as follows: I would like to thank all the school directors for their contributions to the dragon-slaying cause. After all, without the support of this group of "suckers", it would be impossible for Angers, as the principal, to have millions of dollars in extra bills every year, let alone travel around the world in style.

Of course, the reason why the leaders of the secret party families were willing to pay this expense was simply because they couldn't find anyone to replace Angers.

But the situation today is a little different.

The expressions of every school director were solemn, even serious. A low pressure filled the air, as if foreshadowing the calm before the storm.

The old man with the cane had a gloomy face. He shook the brass bell beside him, and the low sound was like the friction of rust: "Anger, the detailed briefing on the Japanese mission said that the awakened White King was killed by the 'God's Punishment'. Is this true?"

The first person to speak was Frost Gattuso, who was Caesar's uncle in terms of kinship and also the agent of the Gattuso family.

Strangely enough, the spokesperson for the Gattuso family should have been Caesar's father, Pompey Gattuso. However, due to that guy's weird nature and being a playboy, he invested huge sums of money every year but was too lazy to participate in the board meetings. So his brother Frost took over the power of the board member.

The Gattuso family has the largest proportion in the power distribution of the board of directors, and its family influence is also huge among the mixed-race people.

Facing Frost's questioning, Ange, who was sitting at the top seat, reacted calmly. He held a martini in his hand, shook it gently and said, "Of course it's true, Frost, my old friend."

The old man twisting the red sandalwood beads rang the bell and said, "Ange, we got some news that is different from what you said. Do you want to listen to it?"

After that, without waiting for Ange to answer, the old man twisting the Buddhist beads continued: "After the Sky Patrol arrived above the coordinates and threw all the tungsten rods, it was intercepted by an unknown force at an altitude of 6,000 meters above the ground. It did not kill the White King as expected, so the question is, where did the White King go?"

"Oh? There is such a thing?"

Ange raised his eyebrows and showed a very surprised expression: "That's really a pity, I thought the White King was dead."

Frost rang the bell, his tone clearly filled with anger, and said in a deep voice: "Anger, we are not kidding you. You concealed something from the school board regarding the awakening of the White King in the Tama River Mountains of Japan. We invest a large sum of money every year, and we have the right to know the truth!"

"The truth?" Ange said calmly, "Didn't I submit the briefing? It should be clearly written there."

"Your briefing did not mention the fact that the 'White King' is still alive!" Frost rang the bell, with a hint of anger on his already gloomy face: "Adam Angerwede stole the power of the White King. Do you need us to explain it more clearly?"

The Dragon Blood secret party could tolerate Ange's debauchery and could even watch him expand his power and extend his hand into the secret party.

But... that doesn't mean that they can accept the existence of someone who is suspected to be the 'White King'!

"Oh, since you all know it, why are you still asking me?" Ange said lightly.

"Ange, we need an explanation." The veiled girl, Elizabeth Laurent, rang the bell with her hands. Her bright eyes were slightly cold as she said softly, "The new White King Adam Angerwede is a student of Cassel, and you two seem to be very close."

"Don't use such a misleading word." Angers remained calm and rang the bell, saying, "To be precise, it should be considered 'cooperation'."

"Have you ever seen a jackal and a lamb reach a cooperation?" Frost's eyes were full of oppression. He rang the bell and said, "Ange, you have grown old and even stupid. Now we have reason to doubt whether you are still on the side of humans? Or... can we assume that you have been controlled by the White King?"

"It's really sad, my old friend, Frost." Angers sighed regretfully and said, "Since we have been together for so many years, I will still explain. Although cooperation is based on equality between both parties, there is an additional situation, that is, the needs of both parties are the same."

"What do you want?" asked another school director, Lisa, as she rang the bell.

"One faith, one religion, one symbol."

Ange said calmly: "Compared to those illusory religions, we only need to pay a little faith to completely end the era of the 'Dragon Clan'. Don't you think this deal is a good deal?"

The school board was silent for a short while, and the directors present all frowned, with expressions of doubt, shock, or ridicule in their eyes.

"Ridiculous! We never needed any faith!"

Frost sneered and rang the bell, saying, "As for the White King's promise, it is even more of a joke!"

"According to our intelligence, the new White King is suspected to have the power to control people's minds."

The old man who was twisting his Buddhist beads raised his eyes slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "So we decided. From now on, all your duties will be relieved and you will be isolated for investigation. Frost will temporarily take over the position of Principal Cassel and implement the policy of eliminating the new White King Adam Angerweed."

"What if. I say no?"

Angers leaned back in his chair, one hand on his chin, and looked at the directors present with a half-smile, and said calmly: "What are you going to do? Kill me, or start a war?"

"Ange, I have to admit that you are very strong." Frost said calmly: "But that doesn't mean we can't do anything to you, understand?"

"You have been brainwashed by the White King, Ange."

The old man twisted the beads and said coldly: "Otherwise, I really can't believe that you, who once hated the dragon clan, would be willing to cooperate with the White King, and in such a ridiculous way."

"It looks like there's nothing to talk about."

Angers sighed and said regretfully: "To be honest, I don't feel that I have lost anything. After all, you only need to pay a little faith to win the future, right?"

"Ange, have you ever thought that the future promised by the White King is to allow humans to return to a world ruled by Him?"

The veiled girl rang the bell, her tone gentle but full of unquestionable majesty: "No matter what, we cannot entrust the future of mankind to the promise of a dragon king."

"I certainly won't believe in an empty promise."

Angers said calmly: "However, Adam Angerwede gave me sufficient reasons and allowed me to witness the 'truth' of the world, so I decided to cooperate with Him."

"What truth?"

Frost asked.

"Do you believe that the so-called 'fate', or even the history of dragons and humans, was created by a ridiculous feather pen?" Ange's eyes were filled with self-mockery, and he sighed, "The great Black King Nidhogg is actually just a 'supporting role' in someone else's story. How ridiculous."

"I think you are really crazy, Ange!"

Frost opened his mouth and finally said angrily: "You are just talking nonsense. In the name of the school director, I officially announce that you are dismissed from your position and will be isolated for investigation!"

The old man twisting the beads rang the bell and nodded, "I agree."

Elizabeth followed closely: "Agreed."

The man in the bright yellow sportswear rang the bell: "Agreed."

Lisa looked at the last mature woman with regret, nodded and rang the bell: "I agree."

"It is unanimously approved. Hilbert Jean Ange, you are officially relieved of all your duties and placed under quarantine for investigation." Frost said in a deep voice: "As for the White King Adam Angerwede, he must be executed. We cannot let a dragon king move freely in human society!"

“The negotiations failed.”

Angers rubbed his frowning eyebrows and said with a headache: "It was because I knew you would react strongly that I deliberately concealed it, and it still turned out like this."

"Ange, don't even think about resisting. We know Time Zero's weaknesses very well."

Frost stood up from his seat with a cane, staring at Ange intently, and said coldly: From the moment you stepped into this house, red-hot induction traps have been set up around you. Even if you have a spirit like "Time Zero", you can't get out. "

"Sure enough, just as you said, it failed."

Angers didn't seem nervous at all. His eyes swept over the directors one by one, and then fixed on a deserted corner. He sighed and said, "Then I'll leave it to you next."

The school directors followed his gaze and found that a figure suddenly appeared in the corner where no one noticed.

The man was wearing a simple long clergyman's robe, with light blond hair hanging down his shoulders. His eyes were as pure and clear as a baby's, and there was a gentle and warm smile on the corners of his lips: "Nice to meet you, fellow school directors. I am Adam Anglewide."

In an instant, the faces of the school directors changed, revealing expressions of horror.

We were just discussing how to eliminate Bai Wang’s school director, but we found out that the real boss is right next to us. This is simply courting death!

Veins bulged on Frost's forehead, and he looked at Angers in shock and anger. His eyes seemed to say: It was you, old thing, who lured the White King here?

"No, it's impossible!"

The old man looked at the White King in shock, the rosary in his hand fell to the ground, and he asked in shock: "How did you get in?"

"White King. Adam Angerweed!"

The remaining school directors all had expressions of horror on their faces, with their pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip.

"I've always been here, you just didn't 'notice' me."