Chapter 66 : Chapter 66

Chapter 66 : “Who can take over Sagteni?”

As the system covered its eyes, waiting for the host to transcribe the code in his diary, it untimely remembered a certain post on the internet.

If a person likes to speak in riddles, is usually as cold as ice, becomes unusually firm when it comes to important matters related to himself, has no hobbies, and doesn't care about your hobbies—

Then you must be wary of his sudden gentleness.

The comments below were varied.

People followed up by finding people in their lives to fit the description, from parents to company bosses, from the dog-like classmate who stole their milk in kindergarten to the marriage partner they met on a blind date.

Someone even replied:

Yes, my ancestor is also like this.

The accompanying picture was a Maine Coon cat with its chin held high.

The little yellow chicken was thinking about whether its host belonged to this type.

Probably not.

After all, the host spent most of his time working, but when he was free and talking to it, his voice was always soft and gentle.

He had always been very gentle.

After setting up the sea of consciousness form, he often stroked its head.

“I’m done copying.”

Chu Zu saw the system blinking its eyes and asked, “Do you want to check if I made any mistakes?”

The little yellow chicken: “I won’t look…”

It shook its head regretfully: “Even if I look, I can’t remember it, so I might as well not look. Sigh, it’s fine as long as you’ve finished copying. Just remember not to mention it after King of All Kings is over.”

Chu Zu: “Alright.”

***

As the borders between Sagteni and other countries gradually blurred, Zui and Naqiya, clad in robes of blood, conquered everything in their sight one by one.

In the main storyline, Nilia's reputation also gradually spread.

It hadn't reached the point of being a household name, and Nilia himself was not aware of it, until he and Polika were eating in an inn and overheard a conversation from the next table.

“A Vidalian has found the tyrant’s inheritance.”

That person didn't lower his voice, “It’s said to be a secret artist from the Secret Arts Council…”

“That’s too exaggerated. Four or five ruins were pierced through. When the local resident knights arrived, they could still see gold that hadn't been completely taken away.”

Another person replied: “It’s not the Secret Art Association, right? The ruins were messed up like that. Can those old guys from the Archaeological Secret Arts Institute just sit still?”

“What can they do even if they jump up? The secret artists of Vidalia all have their noses in the air, always thinking they are superior.”

That person said, “This Vidalian clearly has the qualifications of a level-two secret artist, but he just doesn't follow the official channels and has to cause destruction, as if he wants everyone to know that he was the one who took the tyrant’s inheritance.”

“But… how can they be sure it’s the tyrant’s inheritance?”

“Are you stupid? Where would Kalvendia get gold?”

“And I heard from the ruin guard that he personally heard Vidalian muttering something about Your Majesty, Sagteni I…”

“He also said that a kid is like a mad dog raised by a tyrant. He tortures anyone who mentions the tyrant's name.”

“He would beat someone to an inch of their life, then heal them, without making any requests, and then continue to torture them to an inch of their life.”

Nilia: “...”

Polika: “...”

The gold in the ruins had always been there, but it was preserved in various forms.

Take Kalvendia as an example.

Who would have thought that the piece of molten gold that had been embedded in the stone slab for a thousand years was used as the king's coffin lid.

Especially since this king was not the last king of Goni, but Jalaba, who only had a head.

His tomb was small and narrow.

The outside of the stone chamber was carved with words in the Goni language, but they were too corroded by time to be read clearly.

According to historians, the fundamental reason for the fall of the Goni Kingdom was that Jalaba betrayed Goni in the final battle, did not participate in it, and tried to defect to the tyrant.

Sagteni did not accept surrender, so Jalaba’s head was cut off.

The tyrant used this as a mockery of the King of Goni and threw it in the main hall.

Nilia increasingly felt that this group of historians was really shit.

What kind of crap was this?

But then he thought again, maybe it was that pervert Hikta who did it.

He didn't know where Zui was, and he was itching for a beating, so he simply spent thousands of years slowly spreading rumors.

He slandered Sagteni I for sure, slandered Sagteni I's cause, and even slandered Sagteni I himself.

After gritting his teeth, Nilia first memorized the secret arts recorded in gold, and then notified the Secret Art Association to come and excavate.

Of course, Nilia himself would also dig out a few pieces and put them in his pocket.

He and Polika were also an expeditionary force.

This was the military fund bestowed by His Majesty!

Nilia, who believed he had done nothing wrong, said softly: “Polika, have you ever been wrongly accused?”

Polika gave him a deep look: “Every day since I met you.”

“Be serious!” Nilia bared his teeth at him.

“We only blew up two ruins at most. After that, we used our certificates to get in and out, and we even notified the Secret Art Association to come and dig for gold. How come I’m being slandered in the blink of an eye?”

Nilia looked at his good brother’s calm and composed appearance, and couldn't help but get angry, “And why do I have to bear all of it?”

Polika asked back: “They didn’t name names. Why don’t you reflect on yourself and why you took the seat when you heard ‘mad dog’.”

Nilia: “...”

Nilia: “I really want your sister to know that her brother is a harsh and cold young man, and he even instigated his friend to buy a fake level-two secret artist certificate.”

Hearing about his sister, Polika’s expression softened a bit, then he gave Nilia a cold glance: “When we go back to Saint Imolai this time, you want to try mentioning it?”

Nilia: “I’ll try if I try!”

They ate quickly, a habit they had developed on this journey.

If one looked closely, one would find that Nilia seemed to have undergone a tremendous change.

Although this person usually liked to listen to gossip and even create gossip, his purpose now was still to observe his surroundings.

The people from the Death Cult didn't even bother to hide.

The two incidents at Saint Imolai had confirmed Zui’s location for them, and they rushed to Nilia like moths to a flame.

This saved Nilia the trouble of looking for them.

The first time he ran into the Death Cult on the road, Nilia didn’t say a word and pushed Polika forward, then turned and ran.

His reason to Zui was:

No way, Your Majesty. I think they are after the amber… after you.

If Polika is captured, he won't say anything.

But if I'm captured, they don't even need to torture me.

This broken mouth of mine has its own will to live!

Then he was kicked back in front of the Death Cult.

Polika sneered: “Run.”

At that moment, Nilia even had a hallucination, as if Polika was the leader of this group of Death Cult followers, determined to hunt him down to the ends of the earth.

But they came too many times, too frequently, and Nilia discovered to his horror that he was actually getting used to it.

From being beaten at the beginning to beating the cultists later, Nilia didn't know how he did it.

Talent was such a terrifying thing.

In just two short years, Polika could still only hold off one cultist, and had to run for his life if he faced two.

But Nilia could already start thinking about other things in a one-on-many battle.

Only Polika’s angry curses were the same as before:

“I told you to aim before you use a secret art. You used ‘Good Friday’ on me? Are your brain and eyes all on your ass?!”

Nilia backhanded the "Good Friday" onto the cultist and roared back: “What time is it now, why are you still thinking about my ass!”

At Nilia's current level, he didn't need to use "Good Friday."

He could still have a complete advantage without holding the opponent down.

Nilia wanted to "see" the other person one last time.

In that dark world, he saw many cultists… or rather, he saw many secret art geniuses.

Some had a bad temper and were strange, expressing their anger with sarcasm.

Some were very gentle, looking at him with a smile in their eyes, and even said thank you.

There was even a chatterbox among them who was on the same wavelength as Nilia.

Seeing Nilia, he immediately began to complain incessantly.

At first, Nilia didn't understand.

Seeing this, the chatterbox immediately switched from the Kalvendian dialect to the official language.

He said that he had joined the Secret Art Association’s recruitment for a subsidy of three hundred silver coins.

Nilia asked, why didn't you take the money and run away halfway?

The strength of the secret artists who can participate in the recruitment can't be that bad.

They can still run.

That person replied: I think about it every day.

Who doesn't want to run?

If I could run, I would be the first to run.

But that's three hundred silver coins.

Do you know what three hundred silver coins means?

In Kalvendia, three hundred silver coins is the bonus for a level-three secret artist for half a year, and the total salary for most clerks in the Secret Art Association for a year.

Three hundred silver coins is enough for an ordinary family of three to live without worries for two whole years.

Three hundred silver coins can make a genius grow from the barren soil of secret artists.

The genius climbs the legendary steps, and finally, in lies, deceit, fate, and death, he gambles his life.

“When a piece of trash like me can also use ‘Good Friday,’ I knew that there would definitely be someone more reckless than me who would stand in front of me.”

The genius who called himself trash looked quite happy, “Aren’t you here now?”

He couldn't give Nilia any reward, and he judged others by himself, worried that Nilia was like his former self, thinking about quitting halfway every day.

Nilia was really too embarrassed to say that he didn't run away because he really couldn't.

And what he had in his pocket was not silver coins, but gold.

This difference in treatment was too great.

Nilia was afraid that the other person's already tattered consciousness, which had been messed up by Hikta, would become even more riddled with holes.

And whether it was the bad-tempered ones, the friendly ones, or that chatterbox, they would all pat his shoulder in the end.

“Go, kill me.”

They also said, “Thank you.”

No one wanted to fight for that white light.

Just like Sagteni I in the beginning, they just stood there, brushed past him, and then watched him leave.

The people of the Death Cult could never be killed completely.

The more he came into contact with them, the more he discovered that the world was actually not lacking in geniuses.

Hikta never appeared, and Sagteni I didn't tell Nilia how to find him.

Nilia had asked Zui, "Why didn't you just choose a genius and use Good Friday on him?’’

You wouldn't destroy their will, and they would definitely be willing to temporarily give up their bodies.

The king replied: I only need a good-for-nothing.

Then, news came from the Vidalia Kingdom that a large number of Death Cult members had appeared in Kohuaishi.

The headmaster called them back.

That year, Nilia and Polika Landor were 18 years old.

The world was at their feet, and the unknown extended from history was before their eyes.

***

In the year 986 of the Sagteni calendar, the month of harvest, the war of the myriad kingdoms started by Sagteni I came to an end.

Several tactical and battlefield lessons were carved into the hearts of military strategists, but strategically, they were evaluated as meaningless.

There was no offense or defense, and rarely any seesaw battles.

Victory was just a fruit hanging on the tree in the month of harvest, waiting for the King of All Kings to pick it.

At the last moment of the war, Sagteni I abandoned the disorganized and fleeing enemy troops and returned directly from the front line to the golden palace of Sagteni.

The prime minister, Naqiya, was dying.

Many people predicted that Sagteni I would definitely fly into a rage and vent his anger on the physicians and the slaves who were taking care of her.

But when the minister rushed to the palace with a clay tablet to apologize for not being able to handle the matters entrusted to him by Naqiya, he knelt before Zui and said.

“This subordinate has brought shame upon you. Sagteni has no one to temporarily replace the prime minister. All the guilt is this subordinate's alone.”

“I am still shamelessly alive now so that Sagteni can temporarily keep up with Your Majesty's pace.”

“When the position of prime minister is settled, I will await Your Majesty's judgment!”

He bowed his head deeply, his head touching the stone floor, his arms tightly clutching the clay tablet.

Sweat trickled down his cheeks, but he didn't dare to move.

Zui stared at this minister with his cold, scarlet eyes for a long time, and finally spoke in unbearable silence.

“Naqiya gave you the task, and you want to refuse?”

“That’s not it…”

“Then get lost and do your job.”

The minister who was prostrate on the ground never thought that the monarch would be so magnanimous, especially since he was a substitute for the prime minister, Naqiya.

The king never settled for second best; he only wanted the best.

On the bed, the haggard-faced Naqiya raised her hand to touch Zui’s face.

The feeling of impending death was so clear.

Correspondingly, everything she could hear, see, and touch was gradually blurring.

The world was leaving her, and fear had turned into an incredible and indescribable sigh.

Naqiya didn't care about death.

Counting her age, the fact that she had lived to this day was beyond her expectations.

Her pelvis always had sharp pains, and so did her lower back.

Her joints creaked, and her calves had obvious bulging blue veins, ready to cramp at any moment.

She was also getting more and more sleepy.

After coming down from the battlefield, she couldn't muster any energy.

After waking up, she felt empty, as if she had lost something and still wanted to grab onto something.

Her physical condition was rapidly deteriorating, and death was just around the corner.

Naqiya didn't care about these things.

The only thing she was afraid of was not being able to see Zui again.

Before the window of her vision completely closed, there were some things that had to be said.

“I won’t be able to witness that day. You must forgive…”

Her Zui was still the same, so harsh to everyone.

He only looked at what he hadn't obtained.

At that time, his eyes would light up.

The rest of the time, he was too lazy to move.

His bad temper was also due to laziness.

There were no complicated things in Zui's world.

He could brutally smash all conspiracies, so simply and justifiably.

So the complicated relationship could be summarized as sister and brother, or monarch and subject, or even "King of All Kings and the king he acknowledges."

“I never needed you to witness.”

Zui suddenly opened his arms and embraced Naqiya, kissing her deathly pale cheek.

Zui didn't like to touch people.

Naqiya had only held him when he was a child.

The most intimate contact after he grew up was just pulling Naqiya up from the ground.

But now his embrace was very firm, not at all considering that this was a frail, dying person.

It was almost brutal.

Naqiya couldn't see his face.

It should be no different from usual, his brow indifferent, with a blade hidden in the pool of blood at the bottom of his eyes.

His heartbeat was still very steady, as strong as the country of Sagteni itself.

“I dreamed of that child.”

Naqiya said, “At Katur’s sacrifice, the boy who was burned to death. He asked me, "Is Sagteni a great country?”

Zui grunted, not in affirmation, but simply waiting for Naqiya to continue.

“I answered, I don’t know. I am not the king of Sagteni, and I have no right to define whether a country is great.”

She said, “But Sagteni I is a great monarch. He has accomplished everything he promised. He made all the fools who violated his property, all the arrogant ones who dared to defile his dignity, no matter who they were, pay the price.”

“Not yet.” Zui said, “Almost.”

“You will always do what you want to do, Zui.”

Naqiya no longer called him king, or Your Majesty.

Her fingers wound through Zui’s long hair, with extreme gentleness.

“When I stepped onto the battlefield, I was very happy. That is the glorious soil of every Sagteni royal family. The one who stands on it is the winner.”

“Am I a winner…?”

Zui hadn't answered yet.

He could feel the woman's heart seemed to have stopped beating.

In a momentary shiver, he smelled the scent of death.

But the next moment, Naqiya said in his ear: “Do you want her to live, Your Majesty?”

***

“Hikta!!!”

The system was almost mad with anger, its chicken claws stomping wildly in the sea of consciousness.

“Hikta—!!!”

It cursed a lot of harmonized swear words, each one nastier than the last.

How dare he use an oracle on Naqiya, who was dying in Zui's arms? How dare he?

Chu Zu: “Shh.”

The little yellow chicken’s eyes were blazing.

It turned to look at the host.

Chu Zu was evaluating.

“Who is the target of the ‘R Language’ effect?”

Chu Zu asked, “If I use it on the current Hikta, is the individual targeted Naqiya, or himself?”

The system instantly understood the fundamental reason why the host had chosen "R Language."

He wanted to use the prop to drag out the hiding god!

“Hikta!”

The system said urgently, “'R Language' is quoted from the Poetic Edda, Ragnarok. The two sides of the battle are already set. Even 'Loki, the god of lies' cannot use lies on 'Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifrost.' The two sides will only fight to the death.”

Compared to the furious little yellow chicken, Chu Zu was surprisingly calm.

He was thinking, so calm that it seemed strange.

***

Zui was still holding Naqiya, his face impassive, yet it was as if he was already clad in armor, his sword at his side, and the thousands of soldiers of Sagteni stood behind him.

To Zui, Hikta was not something that required thousands of troops to deal with.

He was like a fly, or like the black vultures on the city walls of Goni.

Would humans use an army to drive away flies and black vultures?

“Are you angry, Your Majesty?”

Hikta said, “But I have been very obedient to the rules. I could have entered this body at any time and become your closest sister, or mother? But I was not so rude. On the contrary, I brought you hope.”

Zui acted as if he hadn't heard.

He released Naqiya.

The brief moment of mourning was a funeral attended by only one person.

After a moment of contemplation, when he looked again, there was no longer any trace of his royal sister in his sight.

He muttered something that even Hikta couldn't hear clearly.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment changed drastically.

It was no longer the royal palace, but a surging red sea, more turbulent than the two rivers, roaring and engulfing the land.

The Poetic Edda describes Ragnarok.

The giant wolf was covered in flames, the giant serpent hissed, and fire and poison danced together on the sea.

The hellhound and the frost giants howled on the reefs of the dark abyss.

Fenrir and Jörmungandr rushed towards Asgard.

The army of fire giants attacked from the south.

Surtr's flames lit up the sky, and the giants broke through the Bifrost.

Odin, after visiting the Well of Fate, led the gods to battle.

Thor killed Jörmungandr and then died of poison.

Frey, without a sword, fought Surtr and died.

Tyr and the hellhound Garm killed each other.

Odin fought Fenrir and was unfortunately swallowed.

His son Vidar later took revenge and tore the giant wolf apart.

The battlefield was bloody.

The gods and giants all fell, and the world finally turned into a sea of fire.

In Norse mythology, the gods and giants died one after another.

The survivors inherited the legacy of the old world, and a new world was born.

Mythology always reveals the understanding of everything by humans in the context of their era.

The end of destruction is also the beginning of a new life.

The world cycles through destruction and reconstruction.

Hikta did not know this.

He was not human, nor could he be considered a god.

In the face of a power that was not from the three gods, the god of death was forced to reveal his true form, which was surprisingly no different from usual, still breathtakingly beautiful.

The tremor of the world was reflected in Hikta’s eyes.

No reset could compare to the destruction of this moment, and all this destruction was born from Zui’s mind.

This human… did he usually envision wars of this magnitude?

Hikta’s eyes were lit up by this desperate and magnificent sight, but he only looked for a short moment before being thrown into the battlefield wrapped in poisonous mist and flames by Zui.

Zui’s red pupils looked down from above.

At that moment, time seemed to lose its meaning.

The Norse gods had grim expressions, and the giants’ evil thoughts corroded the earth…

Everything around them fell into a state of stagnation.

No, it wasn't stagnation.

It was time being stretched and slowed down!

“Even though you can do this much… you still think you are human.”

Hikta suddenly roared hoarsely in the poisonous mist and flames.

“Conquest is your game, and kinship is also something to pass the time. What’s the difference between you and Katur, and Aturu?”

His voice was hoarse and cold, his face full of smiles, and his speech became faster and faster.

“Now you’re going to conquer ‘death,’ which is so funny, Zui. They see you as a symbol of humanity’s resistance against the gods. Aturu even thinks she can persuade you with the stability of humanity.”

“But everything you do is just because of your personal arrogance—Ashurbanipal-Zui-Sagteni, you are the one who treats the world as a paradise!”

***

The system felt heartbroken as it watched the host use "R Language" and "Hugo's Blanket" one after another.

If the freshly baked number zero secret art wasn't used, Hikta wouldn't die.

No matter how many props were thrown at him, it would only be a beating.

And what Hikta said was too harsh.

The little yellow chicken paced around in the sea of consciousness, looking at Chu Zu, who remained silent all along: “...Host?”

Chu Zu: “I’ll give you plot logic. After you hear it, tell me the feasibility.”

System: “Okay.”

“Aturu admitted that they are all symbols of concepts. Wisdom, disputes, death. She also said that under my rule, the world can have no disputes, and people can have no wisdom, but the concept of death will not disappear.”

Chu Zu said, “Actually, it’s not that I have eliminated disputes and wisdom. It’s that I have replaced them as symbols of concepts.”

“The interesting thing about symbols is that they don’t necessarily disappear with my death.”

“When I crush them, as long as no one with a reputation equal to or surpassing mine appears in later generations, when people mention wisdom and disputes, they will still think of me.”

Chu Zu said softly, “Hikta questioned me like a madman. Actually, he was asking me: why can’t you represent death? Of course I can’t. No human can.”

The system had always wanted to stop the host from trying to understand the thoughts of a pervert, but at this moment, it actually had a sudden enlightenment about this crazy god’s thought process.

Hikta didn't understand death.

He had never experienced it, and he couldn't.

Even if Zui really killed him and became the representative of "death" in this era, Zui would still die.

If history was not covered up and distorted, the correct history books would evaluate:

Sagteni I once ruled the earth, established a great cause for all ages, and conquered every page of fate with an unyielding will.

However, the iron cavalry galloped, and the territory expanded.

What was not conquered was the irreversible time and the ruthless end.

In the end, this great monarch knelt down under the silent judgment of fate.

His great cause dissipated like smoke, and his crown fell silently at the end of history.

—The once glorious emperor was ultimately defeated by the unchangeable fate of death.

The system spat fiercely at Hikta’s face in its heart and asked the host: “...What is the plot logic you want to calculate?”

“The character I revised is a very pure conquest fanatic. His personal will is above everything except Naqiya, and his anger threshold is extremely low.”

Chu Zu said, “Now Hikta is not only scolding me for being useless, but also insulting Naqiya. He’s dancing on my landmines.”

System: “...It doesn’t seem like he’s scolding you? I think Hikta himself is about to cry from anger.”

“If it sounds like he's scolding me, then he's scolding me.”

“...Fine.”

“I have nothing left to conquer in this era. The struggle between gods and humans ended with Katur and Aturu. The only one who can arm-wrestle with me now is Hikta, but he is not worthy of me conquering him. I want to destroy his ‘dream,’ does that make sense?”

“...It makes sense.”

Chu Zu said: “This can solve the problem of the destruction of humanity in the background setting, the problem of my bloodline descendants summoning Hikta back in the main text, and the problem of the title King of All Kings.”

The topic took a bit of a leap, and the system didn't react for a long time.

A thousand words turned into one.

“Huh?”

“Naqiya can’t have any more children. Her physical condition doesn’t allow it in the first place, and she wouldn’t want to be tied down by a child again.”

“There’s no need to offer sacrifices to summon Hikta. If he doesn’t show up, Nilia will have to go and drag him out.”

“As for the destruction of humanity…”

Chu Zu thought for a moment, “I think it’s inevitable.”

System: “Huh?”

Chu Zu: “I have unified the continent, but I have no descendants, and Naqiya is dead. Who can take over Sagteni?”

—No one.

Alexander the Great conquered a vast territory from Greece to Egypt, and then to Persia and even western India, establishing a magnificent empire spanning three continents.

But after his death, the power struggles within the empire caused the country to quickly disintegrate and split.

Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, through a series of wars and political strategies, completed the first unification of China in history in 221 BC and established the Qin Dynasty.

Just four years after Qin Shi Huang’s death, the Qin Dynasty collapsed in 206 BC, becoming one of the shortest-lived unified dynasties in Chinese history.

Attila, known as the "Scourge of God," conquered numerous tribes in Eastern Europe, Central Europe, and parts of Western Europe, intimidating the entire Roman Empire and other neighboring countries, and establishing a vast Hunnic confederation.

But the Hunnic Empire quickly disintegrated soon after Attila’s death, and the Hunnic power disappeared from the European stage.

***

There are too many such examples.

In a situation where the succession problem and the power structure are highly unified, the death of a powerful monarch often becomes the fuse for the collapse of a dynasty.

“When Sagteni has become the kingdom of all humanity, calling the fall of Sagteni the ‘fall of the old humanity’ is also plausible?”

Chu Zu said, “Just like the ending of Norse mythology, the remaining gods came to the extreme south of the world, and a new world was born. Only then were humans called the ‘ancestors of humanity’.”

System: “Oh, oh, oh, you could say that.”

It was still confused, but what did this have to do with the previous topic?

Chu Zu said lightly: “Because Naqiya made me realize that I need an heir, so from now on, Hikta is just a tool for me to verify my heir.”

In such a vast country, it was definitely not enough for the monarch to hold everything up alone.

And Sagteni I was never a benevolent monarch who would shoulder all disasters for his people.

He would only let the Sagteni people hold their knives firmly and fight against everything they had to fight against.

Even if Zui killed "death," who could guarantee that no new concept would be born in the world?

Who could guarantee that no new, so-called gods would rule over life?

The king had to choose a king.

The deep ravine temporary palace would be open to the whole world.

The secret arts were there.

That was all the inheritance left by Sagteni I.

People will die, but humanity will not.

And as the times changed, the once unified world was divided again, and Sagteni I's vision was never realized.

“So Hikta will eventually die at Nilia’s hands. He will be one in a million.”

System: “But in that case… didn’t Hikta get his wish and die?”

Chu Zu smiled and shook his head: “Take a closer look at Nilia. Hikta looks down on him the most. He’s a good-for-nothing, has no brain, runs away when he encounters trouble, can’t be called wise, and is far from disputes. Right?”

System: “...”

The little yellow chicken really wanted to pity Nilia and find something good to say about him.

But it couldn't find anything, and there was no way to refute it…

“Hikta will discover that you don’t even need to steal the concept of death to kill death.”

“Nilia is using the power I bestowed upon him. I could have done it ten thousand years ago, but I chose not to.”

Chu Zu said, “At that time, the concept of the gods was completely dismantled. All of Hikta’s perceptions will be destroyed. Even his act of pursuing death itself for tens of thousands of years will seem ridiculous.”

“And I will witness all of this in front of him.”

The little yellow chicken was thrilled, extremely thrilled!

System: “That makes sense!”

It even figured it out on its own and automatically filled in the gaps for any remaining potential problems.

“The amber can also be solved. The code is already similar to the sea of consciousness. Let’s go buy a prop and say Zui made it himself. Zui is omnipotent!”

All the developments that Chu Zu had laid out before could be brought to a conclusion.

No one would question why Zui could do it.

He was almost becoming a symbol of a concept, seriously threatening Katur and Aturu, and even breaking Hikta’s defenses.

Making an amber was not a deus ex machina!

But Chu Zu said: “No, let’s not worry about the amber for now. Disgusting Hikta is an extracurricular activity.”

He tapped the little yellow chicken's head, “Since Zui always admits that he is human and has accepted Naqiya's death, then he wouldn't want to live that long.”

The system reluctantly said: “Alright.”

This way, Zui’s character design could be consistent from beginning to end, without any logical problems.

For thousands of years, even if they didn’t know Sagteni I’s original intention, there were indeed an endless stream of humans who tried to climb, and the results were tragic.

But Zui’s era itself was a tragic era.

He would only act in the Sagteni style.

He hoped that the Sagteni people would remain tyrannical, powerful, and decisive even after his death.

The system calculated that, under the premise that a single retrospection could not be too long and that history was influenced by the future, this was probably the limit of what the host could modify.

Most importantly, all the landing points were on the protagonist, Nilia.

Readers would not identify with Sagteni I.

He was too extraordinary, belonging to the past.

Although his story was fully developed, it was only a few words compared to the main storyline.

Sagteni I was a "mentor," the trigger that started the entire story line.

Nilia was different.

He was chosen because he possessed both talent and worthlessness.

Regardless of the mess between Sagteni I and Hikta, the only reason Nilia would stand up would be himself.

He was even self-aware enough not to shout the slogan "for humanity."

But Nilia was no longer the foolish boy at Saint Imolai who was obsessed with academic credits every day.

He had seen this land not just in his dreams.

All the places that Zui had pointed out to him, Nilia and Polika had measured with their own feet.

That was the scale of humanity in this era.

He would also always remember the gratitude from the shining stars of humanity that he had brushed past in his consciousness.

Zui was no longer forcing him.

He himself knew what he had to face and when he absolutely could not escape.

Thinking about it this way, the system realized belatedly.

It seemed that Nilia also met the qualities that the host had taught him before that the protagonist must have.

It's just that he's still a bit despicable sometimes… no harm done!

Most of the problems had been sorted out.

Now the only thing left was the ending of Sagteni and the main storyline, which would happen at the same time.

Chu Zu planned to first give Hikta a six-month beating in "R Language" and "Hugo's Blanket," no killing, just pure venting, to see who would break first.

At this moment, the system suddenly prompted: “Nilia is about to be forcibly woken up. Polika seems to…”

It was difficult to summarize the matter in a few words, so the system simply went with two lines in parallel, projecting the scene on Nilia's side into the sea of consciousness.

In the inn on the way back to Saint Imolai, Polika rushed into Nilia's room and roughly shook him awake.

Nilia was dizzy.

The cataclysm of Ragnarok had shaken Hikta, let alone a young man like Nilia.

Polika didn't give him any time to recover, grabbing his collar and slapping his face.

“Are you ever going to stop!”

Nilia was angry and glared at his brother.

With this glance, he himself was stunned.

Polika's face was extremely ugly, so pale that there was not a trace of blood.

Sweat stuck his hair to his forehead, and he looked extremely pathetic.

His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't make a sound.

Nilia strained to hear.

“‘Good Friday’…”

Polika’s usually calm voice was filled with a trembling breakdown, “Hikta used ‘Good Friday’ on… Shanjielina…”

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