I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

I feel like my hair color should be transferred to Plotina's head.

"You...why are you..."

Nora asked stutteringly, obviously still not recovered from the shock.

Or rather, she simply couldn't accept such a change.

Just when Nora was confused by Plotina's change, Plotina made another suggestion that stunned her even more -

"Nora, I want to discuss a bigger plan with you."

There was a dangerous glint in Plotina's eyes:

"I...want to make Lucius the emperor of the empire."

Nora: ???

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PS: Oh shit oh shit!

I don’t know what happened today, I was stuck in a writer’s block. It was already two in the morning when I actually started writing.

There is not enough time, and I am stuck in writer's block, so I will just write a short article of 7,000 words today.

108-Cover girl, here we go! (9k5)

Starting from the eastern border of the Graria Empire and walking more than 50,000 miles east, you will arrive at an ancient country.

This place was once the center of the entire main material plane and the source of civilization and glory.

This is the Elf Royal Court, one of the only two countries on the Fran Continent that can compete with the Graria Empire.

Regarding this country, almost everyone knows the tragic story written with the blood and soul of an entire race.

More than two thousand years ago, in the vast land of the Prime Material Plane, the Elf Royal Court was still a behemoth called the "Elven Empire".

It was a beautiful era. The sun was always warm, the breeze was always gentle, and the flowing rivers would never dry up.

The territory of the Elf Empire almost covers the entire Fran continent.

From the ice kingdom in the north to the hot rain forest in the south, from the deep sea ports in the east to the high mountain valleys in the west, all are under the rule of the Elf Empire.

At that time, the elves, like the dragons, were undoubtedly a superior race. Once they reached adulthood, their extraordinary rank would start at level nine.

The cities they built were as magnificent as the palaces in heaven, the works of art they created were so magnificent that even the gods were fascinated by them, and the wealth they accumulated was enough to cover the entire earth.

Hunger, poverty, and disease, these problems that plague other races, do not exist at all in the Elf Empire.

Every elf lives a paradise-like life, enjoying unparalleled wealth and luxury.

foreign enemy?

In the face of the powerful military of the Elf Empire, no race dared to challenge their authority.

Internal troubles?

In the face of absolute abundance, any contradictions seem insignificant.

However, as the old saying goes – what goes up must come down.

Unparalleled abundance does not bring eternal happiness, but endless emptiness.

When material needs are fully met and external challenges completely disappear, the elves begin to feel an unprecedented boredom and emptiness.

Life becomes long and boring, and existence loses its meaning and purpose.

So they began to seek excitement.

At first, this pursuit was restrained.

The elves began to hold more grand banquets, create more complex art forms, and pursue more refined ways of enjoying themselves.

Luxurious dishes, gorgeous clothes, exquisite decorations...these things once made them feel satisfied.

But habit is a terrible thing.

When luxury becomes the norm and splendor becomes commonplace, the elves need more stimulation to fill the emptiness in their hearts.

As a result, simple pleasures can no longer satisfy them, and they begin to pursue more extreme pleasures.

Alcohol was no longer enough, and they began creating and taking all sorts of addictive magical potions.

Ordinary music no longer sounded good to them, so they began to create sonic magic that could directly stimulate the nerves.

Conventional art is no longer beautiful, and they begin to pursue works that are twisted, crazy, and full of taboos.

Even more terrifying is that the elves begin to see each other as tools to satisfy their desires.

Morality, ethics, law... these norms that once maintained social order began to loosen, and were replaced by naked desire and indulgence.

The trend of indulgence spread like a plague throughout the Elf Empire. From nobles to commoners, from the elderly to children, the entire society was shrouded in a morbid pursuit.

All of this is intensified under the secret promotion of the Supreme Lord [Joy].

To this master, the Elf Empire was nothing more than a field of leeks that he had carefully cultivated.

He spent thousands of years quietly implanting various inductive elements into the culture of the elves.

The ultimate pursuit of beauty, the endless desire for pleasure, the curiosity about taboos...

These seeds began to germinate during the heyday of the Elven Empire, thrived in a peaceful and comfortable environment, and eventually spread wildly in the soil of absolute abundance.

【Joy】Watching all this quietly, like a patient farmer watching the crops that are about to mature.

He knew that the harvest time was approaching.

Ten years before the Great Annihilation, the society of the Elven Empire had been completely distorted.

During this decade, the elves were no longer satisfied with ordinary extreme pleasures and began to pursue excitement that went beyond their limits.

They hold outrageous raves, create works of art that push the boundaries, and conduct crazy experiments that go against nature.

The entire empire turned into a huge carnival place, with new madness born every day and new taboos broken every night.

Morality has declined, laws have become ineffective, and reason has disappeared.

The entire material plane is filled with chaotic and extreme emotional forces emanating from the Elven Empire.

The disgusting smell polluted the sky, defiled the earth, and made other races feel uneasy and fearful.

However, the elves who were immersed in desire were completely unaware of the coming danger.

They are immersed in the false paradise they created, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to everything in the outside world.

Finally, on a seemingly ordinary evening, the Lord decided to enjoy the sumptuous meal that He had cooked for a thousand years.

The sky suddenly turned a strange pink, and the air was filled with an intoxicating sweet scent.

All the elves felt an unprecedented sense of joy surging from the bottom of their hearts. That feeling was a million times stronger than any pleasure they had ever experienced so far.

The projection of [Joy] slowly descended over the Tree of Life of the Elf Empire.

What kind of image is that?

No one can accurately describe it, because every spirit who sees Him will see the embodiment of what their heart desires most.

Some people see the beauty of the opposite sex, some see endless wine, some see the ultimate music, and some see distorted art...

But no matter what they saw, almost all the elves lost their minds the moment they saw the projection.

They were like crazy, rushing towards their deepest desires at all costs.

The elves, thirsty for wine, began to drink frantically until the alcohol burned through their intestines.

The elves, thirsting for music, began to sing frantically until their vocal cords tore and their throats bled.

The elf, eager for art, began to create frantically until his fingers were worn to bones and blood was spilled all over the canvas...

This horrific orgy lasted for six days.

During these six days, every inch of the Elf Empire was filled with madness.

The elves burned out on the path of indulgence they pursued, and their lives melted like candles in the ultimate pleasure.

On the first day, one-third of the elves died in the revelry.

The next day, another third of the elves lost their lives.

On the third day, the remaining elves became even crazier. They knew they were heading towards destruction, but they could no longer stop.

On the fourth day, the cities of the Elf Empire began to collapse, but no one cared.

On the fifth day, blood rained from the sky, but the carnival continued.

On the sixth day, the last elves met their end in despair and extreme pleasure.

And the great master, like a gluttonous gourmet, greedily enjoyed this feast.

Every scream is His favorite music, and every drop of blood is His most precious wine.

The souls of those dead elves were all harvested by the Lord and became His eternal collection.

On the seventh day, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, the entire Elf Empire fell into deathly silence.

Magnificent cities turned into ruins, beautiful gardens turned into hell, and lands full of life turned into a dead zone.

The satisfied Lord of Joy slowly dissipated his projection and returned to the highest heaven with a satisfied smile.

The Elf Empire was reduced to ashes in the carnival.

The once superior race has also degenerated into a semi-superior species, and can no longer exert those powerful powers that can be called "miracle".

The Fran continent entered a long era of chaos, with continuous wars and countless lives lost.

In this catastrophe, which was later called the "Great Annihilation", a small number of elves miraculously survived.

After experiencing the initial shock and despair, these survivors soon understood a cruel fact:

Their souls have been targeted by the "God of Hunger".

Once they die, they will forever become the playthings of the master and suffer endless torture in the highest heaven.

The fear brought about by this realization completely changed the culture and character of the elves.

After extreme indulgence comes extreme conservatism.

The surviving elves began to become extremely restrained, strictly controlling their desires and treating every sense with caution, for fear that they would accidentally repeat the mistakes of their ancestors.

After gathering the remaining tribesmen, the elves struggled to survive in the chaotic world.

They gave up the idea of ​​conquest and expansion and put all their energy into rebuilding their homeland and protecting their race.

Although it has lost its former glory, the legacy left by the Elf Empire is still enough to support a powerful country.

Soon, the elves stood up again from the ruins.

However, the shadow of annihilation always hangs over this country.

The elves became aloof, indifferent, conservative and introverted, strictly adhering to ancient commandments and remaining extremely vigilant against anything that might bring danger.

Judging from their appearance, who would have thought that these guys were actually the most playful and enjoyable race in the entire continent many years ago?

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Time goes back to the present, the "Eternal Root" of the Elf Royal Court - Elma.

Deep in the palace of the Phoenix King, ruler of the elves, there is a small but exquisite private courtyard.

The afternoon sun shines through the branches of the ancient trees, casting mottled light and shadows on the stone paths in the garden.

Various exotic flowers bloom under the nourishment of natural magic, emitting refreshing fragrance.

A clear spring gurgles down from the rockery and flows into the moon-shaped pond. A few water lilies float on the water, and occasionally colorful little fish jump out of the water, stirring up ripples.

A young woman of about twenty years old sat on a chair woven from vines, holding a letter from her distant hometown.

Maria Basilius, the second princess of the Graria Empire.

Her facial features are delicate and coordinated, without that kind of aggressive glamour, but a kind of gentle beauty like the spring breeze.

The deep purple eyes are both mysterious and full of wisdom, and every strand of dark chestnut hair gleams with a warm jade-like luster under the sunlight.