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Kevin believes "clothes make the man."

Those whose appearance has faded are now acting like "people in human form."

Remian is beginning to take on human form.

The nine peaks of Penglai Temple are "charmingly beautiful".

Luo Tianyi: "A person... at least is a person."

Xiling: "………………"

Looking at the five guys lining up to praise her, Xiling fell into a long silence.

After several seconds, Xiling slowly spoke, her tone filled with incredulous inquiry: "...You...are you arranging Chinese characters?"

"You're being praised!" Kevin replied with a grin.

"Praise you my foot!!!" Xiling immediately retorted, "Don't your PE teachers also teach you Chinese?! What kind of nonsense is this?!"

The faded one walked up with a grin and tried to pat Xiling on the shoulder, but Xiling dodged him in annoyance: "Hey, don't be angry. I just saw you seemed a little nervous, so I came to help lighten the mood!"

"Thank you!" Xiling gritted her teeth. "I wasn't nervous at all before! But after all this messing around, my heart is about to jump out of my chest!"

"That's perfect, you'll be even more in shape!" The Faded One said with an expression that said, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Just then, Penglai Temple Jiuxiao and Luo Tianyi, their eyes shining, approached Xiling, circled her, looked her up and down, and exclaimed in sincere admiration.

Penglai Temple Nine Heavens excitedly grabbed Xiling's arm: "Wow! You look so cool, Xiling! This outfit! It's...it's like it was made for you! You look absolutely amazing!"

Luo Tianyi nodded vigorously beside her: "Yes, yes! It really is! Just like the prince charming in the story! Shining brightly!"

Upon hearing their words, Xiling's previously downturned lips immediately curled into an uncontrollable smile:

"Looks good, right? This outfit was a gift from Platton Sanx."

Upon hearing this, Luo Tianyi and Penglai Temple Jiuxiao's gazes instantly shifted from Xiling to the ancient dragon king beside them.

The two approached Platon Sanx almost simultaneously, their faces filled with admiration and curiosity.

Luo Tianyi's eyes sparkled, and her voice was filled with admiration: "Sister Pula! Did you make this dress? It's so beautiful! You're amazing!"

“Pra… Sister?” Praton Sanks tilted his head slightly, a rare hint of confusion flashing across his golden vertical pupils.

This overly intimate human form of address felt unfamiliar to her, even somewhat...novel?

She has lived for a long time and has been given many prestigious titles, but "elder sister"... is a first for her.

Seeing her confused look, Luo Tianyi assumed the other woman didn't like it and scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly: "Um... sorry! Do you not really like being addressed like that?"

Platon Sanx was silent for a moment, seemingly digesting the feeling that the title brought.

Finally, she gently shook her head: "It's just... I'm not used to it."

Her gaze then fell on Xiling, confirming Luo Tianyi's question: "That dress was indeed cast by me."

"Amazing!" Penglai Temple Jiuxiao exclaimed excitedly.

She genuinely thought the dress was very beautiful.

Just then, the light in the room seemed to subtly distort. Without a sound, Lani's figure seemed to materialize from the void, taking in everything in the room.

However, when her gaze finally settled on Xiling, her already lifeless eyes seemed... even more listless.

She saw Xiling being lifted up by Kevin, her legs clamped around the Faded One, who was screaming loudly.

"You vile hermaphrodite, die!"

"Ouch! Ouch! My back! My back is going to break! Xiling, you dog!"

"Ah Tui, you useless thing!"

Lani: “…”

After a moment of silence, Lani finally spoke.

"It's time for the king."

Lani's voice rang out, and the three of them noticed that there was another person in the room. Radagan had already left, and only the people in the chat group and a dragon remained in the room.

Xiling clicked her tongue and let the faded one go, while the faded one immediately slid to his knees and screamed in pain, clutching his waist.

Kevin casually put Xiling down and dodged a Brave Elbow Strike from her.

I straightened my clothes a little.

Xiling looked at it carefully.

Very good, no wrinkles at all.

Just then, Radagan reappeared, his steps steady and solemn, holding an object in his hands—a crown.

Radagan walked straight up to Xiling and presented the crown to her with both hands.

Xiling gazed at the crown, then looked up to meet Radagan's calm gaze.

His usual smile vanished, leaving only a faint, yet incredibly solemn, curve.

Xiling also stretched out her hands and steadily lifted the crown that had borne witness to countless years.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly and solemnly placed it on the top of his silver-white hair.

Radagan gazed intently at Xiling, and finally, slowly nodded.

Preparations are complete.

So--

Xiling looked away from everyone. He straightened his back, and the robes forged by the ancient dragon king, the star-studded cloak bestowed by the supreme will, and the crown symbolizing the Age of Law made him appear like a true king.

Do not!

He is the king—the Silver King!

He took a step forward, walked out the door, and onto the stage that belonged to him.

Time to go!

......

Elden Royal City.

At this moment, it is an ocean of all spirits.

The faded, the demi-humans, the hybrids, the mountain trolls, the surviving nobles, the wandering merchants, the wounded warriors… faces from every corner of the borderlands, filled with the same trepidation and hope, converged here. The crowd surged, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Amazingly, even amidst the surging crowd, each living being was miraculously placed with a simple wooden chair beneath them—this was naturally forged overnight by some unsung hero using magic.

A clamor surged like a tidal wave. People discussed the upcoming historic celebration, whispered devout prayers for a new era, and called upon the name of the king who would end the broken age and guide things back to normalcy. The roaring sounds created a backdrop of jubilation.

Then--

Hey.

A footstep, extremely light yet incredibly clear, pierced through all the noise.

Strangely, the sound seemed to fall within arm's reach of everyone, yet it struck the ears of every listener in the square with pinpoint accuracy.

Tap. The second footstep landed.

An invisible mute button was pressed. The surging sound subsided instantly. Countless heads turned in unison, countless eyes focused on the podium. Breathing, guided by the rhythm of footsteps, involuntarily slowed and became held.

Tap. The third footstep sounded.

A common image suddenly appeared in the minds of all spirits: a magnificent corridor covered with a scarlet carpet, flanked by the iron-blooded and ruthless Rhodes knights, and in the center of the image, a foot firmly stepped onto the starting point of the carpet, which symbolizes power and sacrifice!

Before they even appeared, the long-suppressed excitement, anticipation, and longing for the future erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for millennia!

"The Silver King—!!!"

"The Silver King!!!"

"The Silver King—!!!"

The shouts of the masses, like a burst dam, transformed into a deafening roar that resounded throughout the royal city!

Bathed in the overwhelming approval and anticipation, Xiling, wearing an ancient crown, walked the red carpet and finally arrived at the center of attention.

Before him lay an endless sea of ​​people, beings of countless races and faiths, gathered because of him. Beneath the clamor, there surged the relief of surviving a catastrophe, the trepidation about the future, and the purest expectation for a new king and a new era.

The seriousness that Xiling had maintained on his face quietly melted away, and a warm and firm smile, genuine from the heart, bloomed on his lips.

Instead of immediately delivering a passionate speech to declare sovereignty, he took out several items from his star-studded cloak under the watchful eyes of millions.

As they hovered above Xiling's palm, the bustling plaza instantly fell into absolute silence.

Breathing stopped, heartbeat froze.

They recognized it! They all knew what it was!

Elden Ring.

Great Rune.

Destined death.

These things, symbolizing the origins and destiny of the world, floated silently, surrounding Xiling.

Xiling's voice rang out, calm yet etched into every soul like a brand: "My name is the Silver King, Xiling."

"The First King of the Silver Age".

"They are also the pioneers who will lead you into a new era."

His gaze swept over the silent crowd.

"Now--"

Xiling opened her arms as if to embrace the whole world.

"Let us all bear witness!"

"The dawn of a new era!"

The moment he finished speaking, the most dazzling silver-white rune floating around him was the first to respond!

Like a starstone thrown into water, it spread a pure halo in the void, its form dissipating and transforming into thousands of runic streams flowing with silver light, gently yet firmly surging toward the core—the Elden Ring!

Om-!

The core of the ring suddenly trembled! The previously dim patterns suddenly lit up!

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the great runes responded, pouring into the spinning, expanding silver-white magic ring! With each fusion, the light of the magic ring intensified, and its form became more complete and magnificent!

When the power of the last Greater Rune was completely integrated—

Rumble——! ! !

A thick, silvery-white beam of light erupted from Xiling's body, from the core of the newly repaired and slowly rotating Elden Ring!

A beam of light pierced through the sky and tore through the haze of the dome, illuminating the entire border area with crystal clarity!

The Silver Tree began to expand! Its roots, like silver veins, instantly spread to every corner of the border; its canopy covered the entire sky! The newborn laws, like the heartbeat of the world, resonated throughout the border with the rhythm of the pillars of light!

Below the podium, Radagan gazed at the pillar of light that seemed to pierce the heavens and the earth with a complex expression.

In the eyes of Kevin, the Faded One, Remy Ann, Luo Tianyi, and Penglai Temple Nine Heavens, there was only that magnificent, indescribable silver radiance.

Platon Sanx, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the newly sprouted silver tree, his cool face calm and undisturbed, yet his aura seemed to be infused with the peace and profundity of that new life.

Finally, the destined death floated away, slowly and obediently merging into the rotating Dharma ring—the end is the inevitable destination, and also the solemn prelude to rebirth.

When it fully merges, the silvery-white radiance that permeates the world settles down, no longer just a breathtaking spectacle, but also adding a profound sense of order and a heavy sense of destiny.

Bathed in this radiance symbolizing the foundation of a new era, the voice of the Silver King, Xiling, rang out once more clearly, resounding in the hearts of all spirits:

"Citizens of Silver—"

His gaze swept across the endless sea of ​​people once more.