Ark, they don't revolve around you

Zhuang Ning had doubts a long time ago.

The connection between him and Originium is closer than he expected, which is why he couldn't sense it at all before meeting the Wolf Mother.

Now that I think about it, there must be a traitor.

It was Kal'tsit who dug him out of the ground before she came out of the sarcophagus.

Kal'tsit had every excuse to do something to his body, even the reasons were perfect.

Kal'tsit stopped talking. Silence was the biggest acquiescence.

"You really are a traitor...Kal'tsit." Zhuang Ning sighed with loss.

The driver screamed, and through the rearview mirror he saw Zhuang Ning had grabbed Kyle's neck.

The sound of bones being crushed could be faintly heard.

"Physical pain means nothing to you. Even if I kill you again and again, it will have no practical meaning."

The strength that Zhuang Ning put into his fingers continued to increase, and Kal'tsit's expression became more and more distorted.

There was a click, the sound of bones breaking.

The driver had never expected that the doctor, who had been so friendly just now, would suddenly take action.

"Don't panic." Zhuang Ning said calmly, "Keep driving."

He sneered, his voice particularly sharp, "How could Dr. Kal'tsit die like this? Even if she died, she should have taken me with her before she left, right?"

This sentence was like a spell, and Kal'tsit's broken eyes regained their spirits.

The bones crackled and healed, and the heartbeat resumed and blood supply returned to normal.

Death is just an unpleasant dream for Kal'tsit, and Zhuang Ning, who has gained the trait of immortality, can more or less understand it.

The atmosphere in the car was unprecedentedly depressing.

Zhuang Ning had no concerns and sneered as usual: "Kal'tsit, let me ask you, if you were to choose between creating your civilization and the current Terra, which side would you choose?"

Kal'tsit was silent.

"Speak." Zhuang Ning no longer had much patience.

"……the latter."

"Very honest, but unfortunately, you never had a choice." Zhuang Ning closed his eyelids, "War will be inevitable, but it will never be caused by me. You probably know this better than me."

"But you will fuel the flames and exacerbate tragedies that could have been prevented."

"Why are you so surprised? Isn't this the Zhuang Ning you think he is?" Zhuang Ning tilted his head.

Kal'tsit felt a pain in her heart again, thinking of the Doctor on the deck, the setting sun falling on his face, making it as red as blood.

The doctor who would loudly call himself a good person is gone.

Kelsey stammered desperately: "You came here for the crown."

"As expected of you, Doctor Kal'tsit. My memories should be included in the DWBE plan. I didn't mind what you said in the past, but now I need your help."

Dwbe, the continuation plan of civilization.

The crown is now in the hands of an outsider. If Zhuang Ning wants to get it back, he really needs the help of Kal'tsit.

"You will control all the Sarkaz with the survival of civilization."

"Maybe?" Zhuang Ning didn't care. "What's wrong with that? I will wash away the Sarkaz with my will, and your entangled hatred will disappear."

"You will turn everyone into your slaves." Kal'tsit said again.

Hearing this, Zhuang Ning felt embarrassed: "Not a slave, but I think I can still be a good master."

"You will become the biggest sinner in Terra. Once you fail, you will be despised by everyone!"

"Spit on? But why do you care about the dissatisfaction of ants towards you?"

Zhuang Ning did not hide the anger in his eyes, "Kal'tsit, you have come a long way, right? For ten thousand years, you have been looking after civilization like a nanny."

"So, you seem to have gradually forgotten your true mission until the crisis finally arrives."

"Until the hidden dangers of the Originium can no longer be suppressed, until the evil demons in the northern tundra show signs of revival, until the sea surges and swallows up everything within sight..."

"It was then that you went to Chernobyl and tricked the then Grand Duke into digging me out of the ground."

Zhuang Ning could hardly contain his indifference. "Who do you think I am? You are standing in front of my sarcophagus and you look at me as if I were a corpse."

"But from the moment you woke me up, some things were destined." After he said that, his expression changed again, becoming particularly kind, "So I forgive you, I forgive your usurpation, forgive your mistakes, forgive all your unreasonable troubles, I just hope you can be of use to me."

Kal'tsit seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, but Zhuang Ning was very happy. He pulled down the window to let the cold wind pour in: "In this way, I will allow the current civilization to prosper."

Kal'tsit almost begged: "Or you will destroy everything?"

"Just like you have no choice, neither do I." Zhuang Ning rubbed Kal'tsit's hair with pity, as if she was not the same person who had just killed her.

He concluded darkly: "This is why I woke up."

The car stopped in front of the palace.

Zhuang Ning happily pulled Kal'tsit out of the car and ran towards the palace.

They walked past many statues, through the garden, and climbed the stairs under the solemn gaze of the guards.

Push open the heavy door.

On the throne, Theresa raised her eyes and smiled: "Doctor, you are here..."

The words were so hoarse, clearly a greeting, but they seemed to contain a kind of obsession.

Kal'tsit's face was stiff, and she stared at Zhuang Ning in disbelief.

In an instant, she understood why the Doctor brought her here.

At first glance, Theresa seemed different from before. This monarch was always so gentle and kind.

But Kal'tsit is Kal'tsit after all. A long time ago, Theresa trusted her far more than Zhuang Ning, and she also regarded Kal'tsit as a close friend.

The tiny difference turned into a stinging pain. Kal'tsit walked in small steps and observed Theresa, twisting her neck stiffly like a puppet:

"You...controlled Theresa?"

And, that's not just ordinary control.

It was not like the Absolver who brutally poured all of Kazdel's sorrow into his head at once - but a more subtle way of conquering him from body to mind!

During this period, whenever he was free, Zhuang Ning would come to the palace to meet Theresa, and they would chat about everything in the world, including the many kings of Kazdel.

He forced Theresa to be honest with her heart, forced Theresa to deny her past path, made Theresa collapse, and made Theresa reflect on herself, and finally, made Theresa acknowledge Zhuang Ning as the controller, the "master"!

"How could you do this...you're destroying her!"

"That's not right. I just expressed my thoughts sincerely."

Zhuang Ning looked innocent, "Sincerity is the greatest killer move."

"Theresa is my king after all. We are of one mind and she supports me unconditionally."

Zhuang Ning held Theresa's hand, his eyes full of tenderness: "Is that so, Your Majesty? You will fulfill my wish, and I will bring you salvation."

"Yes, Doctor, Doctor, take me away, when everything is over, take me away from here..."

Theresa burst into tears again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used you, I'm sorry!"

That was the Theresa that Kal'tsit had never seen before, fragile, beautiful, strange... but also deprived of all freedom.

Kal'tsit raised her head, tears falling, and her voice suddenly rose: "How can you use the spell of the Absolver to control someone who once believed in you so much?"

"She doesn't trust me, just like I don't trust our queen."

Zhuang Ning wiped away Kal'tsit's tears and stroked her face with his rough hands. "Tell me, do you still have resistance and don't allow me to have the crown?"

Kelsey asked dully: "What will you do if I refuse?"

Zhuang Ning smiled softly and looked at Theresa. The princess drew the sword from her waist without any hesitation and stabbed it into her chest.

"Our Theresa won't die so easily. After all, she is already dead."

Zhuang Ning seemed to be distressed, "But it still hurts? Kal'tsit, you are not the kind of vicious person who only thinks about yourself, right?"

"You threatened me."

"It's cooperation." Zhuang Ning snapped his fingers and saluted gracefully: "Thank you for your treatment of me before, Kal'tsit."

"In return, I will leave the rest of the time to you. I won't bother you any more."

"Just chat as much as you want." He patted Kal'tsit's shoulder and whispered, "Because I am such a tolerant person."

PS: I have to catch a flight today and have no time to write, so this is just the 4k post I wrote last night, sorry.

Chapter 19 Today I Know I Am Who I Am

Night gradually came.

It was another peaceful day. After a few days, the turmoil seemed to have no impact on the tranquility of the lives of the people in the city.

But there was a sound coming from somewhere, like a resentful curse rising from the ground.

At first, no one cared, until the sound of the curse became closely related to everyone - it was a curse of a huge scale, uttered by a dead soul with the craziest spell!

The dead souls vented their madness without restraint, and layers of illusions appeared in front of every Sarkaz.

This is the task that the Pardoner assigned to the dead soul. This guy can naturally spread hatred and lead to chaos.

In fact, the dead souls did their best.

Originally, it thought that Zhuang Ning would think this was too cruel and would just let it do a show, but now it seems that the dead soul was too narrow-minded.

The evil spirit at the Tower of Babel didn't care about the lives of the people in the city.

In order to gain the trust of the pardoner, Zhuang Ning ordered the dead souls to use all their strength.

This anomaly quickly attracted the attention of the royal army in the city, and was reported to Theresa.

The princess was extremely calm and ordered: "Send all the troops to find the source. Don't let this disaster endanger our people."

Kazdel is neither big nor small. After Theresa was exiled, there are still organizations of all sizes that do not support Theresa and Rhodes Island.

This is also the reason why the active core of Rhodes Island-Sarkaz, such as the sorcerer master Logos and the assassin master Ascalon, are not there.

They maintained order throughout Kazdel, which made the central city seem undermanned, but they were helpless.

But this does not mean that the city has lost its high-end combat power. As long as the Shard is still there, the city cannot fall.

For this reason, the Shard is naturally a military base, heavily guarded. The best Sarkaz warriors guard it day and night, gritting their teeth and sucking blood, and the magicians are on high alert to prevent any mishaps.

Theresa herself is assured of the ceremony.

——But the light came silently.

Touched by the light, all life quickly disappears, the skin visibly dries up, and in the blink of an eye, it withers and turns into piles of bones.

It was as if morning and evening were cut apart.

"Is this the spell of the Pardoner?!"

"The one who knocks on the door, Quesatusta is back again?!!"

Suddenly, the military camp was in an uproar.

Unlike the title of the hero of Tracys Sarkaz, the Pardoner should basically be buried underground.

Quesatusta may have the great ambition to recover Kazdel, but he is more ambitious and conspiratorial. He has been hiding behind the scenes, but the doctor caught him and even revealed his underwear.

No wonder Kwisatusta hated Zhuang Ning so much.

No one expected that the Absolver would openly invade the Shard, and the warlock in charge of guarding it was panicked.

A hand was placed on the man's shoulder, and the voice was strong and generous: "Calm down, the pardoner may not be here in person, take me to the top floor."

The warlock looked up at the man, confirmed his identity as the general, nodded, and hurriedly opened the door.

There was no sign of invasion in the natural disaster control room, and the magician breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, you are right, the pardoner is not so powerful that he can invade here."

The warlock complained more and more: "Quesatushta is still unwilling to give up. This time, Her Majesty Theresa will definitely catch him and tear him into pieces, right, General?!"

"Yes." The general nodded.

Then he drew his sword and cut off the head of the magician who was still in an excited state.