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Watching the soldier's departing figure, Mongot turned his gaze to Xiling. He spoke in a somber tone.

What exactly happened?

Mongot's eyes were filled with caution, but when he asked her a question, Xiling smiled, and smiled very happily, which made Mongot somewhat confused.

“Mongt,” Xiling said softly, but her voice seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight. “This is not a curse, not a calamity, it is a good thing.”

Meeting Monget's increasingly confused and serious gaze, Xiling's smile deepened, and she said each word with conviction: "A truly wonderful thing."

"...Please let me know."

They were just... hungry.

Montgomery couldn't believe his ears.

hungry?

Xiling chuckled softly.

The people of this borderland, their stomachs have long since shrunk, fallen silent, and been forgotten in the endless cycle of torment! Their nerve endings have been eroded by the curse, and their desire for "food" has long been extinguished in twisted pain and immortal numbness! Pain itself has become corrupted, and people's bodies and minds have been twisted into inhuman forms.

Hunger? That's a feeling of "being alive" that we've long forgotten.

Their stomachs had been dormant for years, their nerve endings had forgotten the craving for food, and their pain had become dull and strange.

However, as the seeds of the Silver Law quietly took root in their desperate souls, and as the radiance of the law, symbolizing order and new life, began to flow, a certain dormant life instinct began to slowly and laboriously revive!

When the cursed, rusted bodily functions recovered to a delicate critical point—like the first clunking of rough gears—the stomach, an organ long since devoid of function, symbolizing the most basic needs of life, after an unknown period of silence, finally uttered its first belated, tearing cry of pain.

Wriggle!

This writhing sensation brings not nourishing satisfaction, but rather the most primal, purest, and most terrifying pain of "living mortals," forcibly stripped away by a curse and long forgotten.

hunger!

This agonizing pain sweeping the entire city is not a deepening of the curse, but rather the curse being stripped away! It is not the lament of death, but the first cry of life!

Xiling turned her gaze away from Menggete. "It seems it's time."

"......what are you up to"

"Although I'm just a substitute player, I'm the only one who can take over now."

Xiling turned around and smiled. "Let's call it a coronation for now. Those who believe in the Silver Law need to see clearly what the light they follow truly is, and we also need to let—"

Xiling looked into the distance. "Our enemies know exactly what kind of face the Silver King truly has."

Montgomery fell silent, finally letting out a muffled breath.

He understood that this was an inevitable step. Royal power needed to be demonstrated, and chaos needed to be deterred.

"What do you plan to do?" he asked in a low voice.

Xiling's calm smile deepened. "How can a new king's ascension to the throne be quiet? There must be witnesses, there must be cheers, and every living being must 'know' the king's power!"

After saying that, Xiling looked at Remian and said, "Ann, I'll need your help in a bit."

Remi'an gave an OK sign.

"So--"

"Let the show begin!"

With this announcement, Xiling raised her right foot and took her first step forward steadily toward the void!

Thump—! ! ! !

A heavy drumbeat, powerful enough to shake the soul, exploded out of nowhere without warning, instantly piercing through the thick walls of the royal city of Rodel and the clamor of pain, spreading in all directions! Wherever its sound waves reached, even the air trembled!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The drumbeats did not stop! They seemed to have come alive, accompanying Xiling's every firm step forward, one beat after another, growing clearer, louder, and more magnificent!

A miracle has occurred!

The cries of those who had collapsed in the streets and alleys, writhing in agony from hunger, miraculously subsided as the strange drumbeats seemed to be soothed by an invisible warm current! The unbearable churning pain in their stomachs, like a raging torrent calmed by rhythm, quickly subsided. In its place came a long-lost, unbelievable, and profound feeling of fullness! They stopped thrashing about, clutching their seemingly painless bellies, savoring the unfamiliar yet comforting fullness, just as silver rays of sunlight began to fall from the sky!

People looked up in astonishment at the sky. It wasn't snow, but rather the condensed light of the Silver Tree, like billions of tiny stars, falling silently from the heavens and covering the entire Rodel. The light spots landed on the cold stone slabs, on the withered treetops, and on the people who had just escaped their suffering, bringing a touch of coolness and a strange peace.

Just then, someone in the crowd let out an incredulous exclamation!

"Look...look at the sky!!"

All eyes, as if drawn by invisible threads, turned toward the highest royal palace in the center of the capital city.

Reflected in countless wide-eyed stares, a tiny yet incredibly clear figure was ascending the steps constructed of pure, condensed, almost tangible silver magic, step by step, until it reached above them.

And every step he took was precisely on the beat of that world-shaking drum!

Thump! With each step, the light staircase trembled, rippling outwards with a silvery glow! Thump! Another step, the drumbeats grew louder, and the people's sense of fullness intensified! Thump! Thump! Thump!

“Who is that…?!”

Some voices trembled, some were confused, some were afraid, but some people in the crowd had their expressions change from initial shock to indescribable ecstasy and extreme piety in an instant!

And it was at this moment, when all eyes were on them, and faith and shock intertwined to their peak, that they arrived!

In the sky, countless tiny, pure silver-white specks of light appeared out of thin air, like billions of fireflies awakening from the void! They carried a warm and holy aura, as if summoned by an absolute call, and frantically converged on the location of Xiling from all directions!

That was the radiance of the Silver Law that Remien herself had activated!

It is both guidance and a prelude to coronation!

Silvery-white light spots, like a reversed galaxy, surged and converged around Xiling, forming a dazzling stream of light that swirled and flowed!

Surrounded and embraced by this stream of light, and under the breathless, incredulous gazes of all the people—

Choking!

At this crucial moment, Xiling drew the holy sword from her waist! As soon as the holy sword was drawn, it automatically absorbed the surrounding silvery-white light and shone with a holy radiance, like a silver sun rising from the dim border!

The light of the holy sword seemed to dispel all confusion and darkness, clearly illuminating Xiling's sacred and majestic face at this moment.

"There is no need to worry about my people anymore. The chaotic era is over. I will lead you into the future!"

"My name is——"

Xiling's voice was not loud, but it resonated clearly in the ears of every believer:

"Xiling! The Silver King!"

As the announcement faded, the storm abruptly subsided!

As this proclaiming name resounded throughout the world—

Buzz buzz—!

The vast, silvery-white light that had gathered above Xiling's head suddenly contracted, condensed, and took shape! A crown, made of pure silver radiance, with an ancient and majestic design, slowly condensed from the swirling light, as if created by the heavens, and then, with an undeniable sense of destiny, gently and steadily landed on the top of Xiling's white hair!

Ding--!

It was as if the laws of the entire world resonated crisply in response!

A silver crown, a gleaming holy sword, and the flowing radiance of silver order surrounding him…

At this moment, all doubts, confusion, and bewilderment vanished like snowflakes under the sun!

No words are needed, no proof is required!

The person who stood before them, surrounded by billions of silver rays, wearing the crown of law, and holding a holy sword—

It was the very law they believed in, the very king who freed them from endless suffering… the Silver King!

"My King—!!!"

A shout, seemingly from nowhere, filled with a sob and utter awe, was like igniting a powder keg that had been dormant for many years!

Crash-!

As if swept away by an invisible giant wave, the crowd in the entire royal city could no longer suppress the shock and faith in their hearts! Countless figures, like fallen wheat fields, knelt down in unison, prostrating themselves!

With foreheads kissing the cold floor and hands pressed firmly to the ground, they offered their deepest worship to the center of that silvery light, to their salvation and hope—the Silver King Xiling!

At this moment, the faith in silver, amidst the intertwining of pain and miracles, took root completely!

......

"...Lady Lani, that new king is truly dazzling!" Outside the royal city, in the forest, a werewolf carrying a greatsword gazed at the shining light and couldn't help but sigh.

A hooded girl sat atop a spirit horse, gazing at the dazzling light with only confusion in her eyes. Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction, but...

The girl reached out towards the silver tree, but the golden tree had already vanished. Was she still going to complete her mission?

Or rather, is she still able to fulfill her mission...?

Also on the outskirts of the royal city, a slightly hunched girl gazed at the radiant light. "Ah! How beautiful! No, no, no, this isn't the time to talk about that! I must quickly tell Lady Tanis that the Silver King has appeared!"

The girl turned back every few steps, reluctantly leaving.

Chapter Forty-Three: Rebuilding Order

Three days have passed since the king's speech, and the royal city of Rodel has undergone tremendous changes. The most obvious change is that the once desolate city is now bustling with people, and their faces, which were once as dry and withered as withered wood, are gradually beginning to resemble those of ordinary people.

The sounds of conversation could be heard in the once tranquil royal city.

On a cleared, relatively flat and open space, people gathered together and kept talking.

"Is...is that so?" A man near the inner circle, with dry, tangled hair and sunken eyes, spoke in a soft, almost whispered voice, carrying the gritty quality and deep uncertainty that comes with long silence.

The other man next to him, equally emaciated, shook his head: "I...I don't know either."

"Believe me!" A man clasped his hands tightly together, raising them to his chin in an almost devout prayer gesture. His voice was relatively clear, carrying a burning, unquestionable sense of trust.

"The King's knights would never deceive us! The King has guided us to rebuild our home, and the knight will surely impart true knowledge!"

And the focus of their discussion was Kevin.

Wearing a hard hat, Kevin exerted his strength and forcefully pulled the shovel out of the sticky, almost viscous mud, bringing up a heavy clump of the mixture. The mortar slowly dripped down the edge of the shovel.

Kevin strained his arm muscles to make his movements look precise, showing the sticky gray substance on the shovel to the surroundings.

"Ahem!" Kevin coughed lightly.

"Watch closely! The key to mixing this cement is... um... to completely blend the water with this gray powder! Make them indistinguishable!" Kevin emphasized, stirring vigorously a few more times. The shovel scraped against the rough bucket wall, making a harsh, squeaking sound.

"It needs to be stirred until it reaches this... this even, viscous, and... um... plastic state! Remember! It can't be as thin as water, nor as dry as loose sand, it has to be just right!" Kevin paused for a moment, almost instinctively raising his arm and quickly wiping his smooth forehead with the back of his relatively clean hand—there were actually no beads of sweat there, it was just an instinctive reaction to hide the pounding anxiety in his heart.

Kevin's gaze swept quickly across the faces that were struggling to shed their numbness and were now illuminated by pure trust and a strong thirst for knowledge. He took a deep breath and, almost mustering his courage, raised his voice to ask, "Have you understood the general steps and the state of mind?"

Wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead, Kevin gestured somewhat guiltily to the group, "That's roughly how cement is mixed. Do you understand?"

Almost the instant his voice faded, the crowd erupted in a cacophony of shouts, loud and uncoordinated, filled with unanimous acceptance and enthusiastic response.

"I understand now!"

"Understood, Sir Knight!"

"Got it! Mix the cement!"

The crowd immediately shouted that they understood.

But from Kevin's perspective, on the chat panel...

[I Don't Want to Be a Hero Anymore]: "He's ultimately a rich European prince; I think there's already a rift between us."

【Warrior Chasing Fire】: "Hey! Not many people in our group probably know how to make this, right?"

[I don't want to be the hero anymore]: "I will be!"

【I Am the Savior】: "I already told you to let me teach!"

[Don't want to be a hero anymore]: "Go to your class and behave."

【I Am the Savior】: "The world is so dangerous, shouldn't I be working hard to improve my strength?"

[I Don't Want to Be a Hero Anymore]: "I think it's also important to improve my education and learn more about physics."

The afternoon sun lazily streamed through the classroom windows, casting geometrically shaped patches of light on the teacher's desk. The air was filled with the dust of chalk and a somber atmosphere of "class time."

While listening to the teacher's lecture, Penglaiji Jiuxiao was looking at the messages in the chat group. When he saw what Xiling said, Penglaiji Jiuxiao angrily clenched his fist and was then called out by the teacher.

"Jiuxiao!"

The teacher's voice instantly pierced the stagnant air in the classroom. All the drowsy gazes instantly and precisely fixed on Jiu Xiao.

On the podium, the teacher adjusted his glasses and stared directly at her: "What did you mean by throwing a punch at the teacher?"