Two thousand years later, the technology of the Midland Empire has become very advanced.

Baidi City also doesn’t know when it will be changed to Baidi City.

Because people don't seem to believe that the king of Mitlan is the White Flute King, and are more willing to believe that he is the White Emperor.

The white flute is just a symbol of the king, but if you make a movie and don't put a white flute on the white emperor's waist, he will be beheaded for blaspheming the royal family.

In Baidi Square, a statue of King Bai also stands in the center, looking down at his people.

The best-selling book in bookstores is the love story of the White Emperor and the White Queen.

In addition, it records unofficial histories of apostles and demon soldiers.

For example, a famous novel "The Legend of the White Emperor"

It contains the reasons why the White Emperor killed Julius, why he went to unify Barinia afterwards, and how he captured various apostle monsters. The story is described so vividly, as if it happened exactly.

It is said that the author at that time found the King of War, Demi Voss, and made up "The Legend of the White Emperor" through his dictation and his own writing.

It is almost regarded as official history by young people.

But adults all know that the various imaginary creatures, apostles, demon warriors, and dark eagles in the book do not exist.

Although the story is very true and has become a famous work by Mitland, it is still classified as a novel, not even an unofficial history.

The most famous section is the ending, the moment when the White Emperor ascends the throne and dies.

"The White Emperor stood up and kissed the White Queen's lips."

"His left hand is covering his chest. This is not only the organ where he is sick, but also where he stores his sweetheart."

"Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes."

separate.

"The White Emperor gently caressed his princess. This was the last kiss he had with her. He weakly used his last bit of strength and reproached in a loving tone:

"Don't lower your head, the crown will fall off."

This is my favorite part.”

After closing "The Legend of the White Emperor", Griffith, who had silver-white slightly curly hair, looked at a young man with a short black hair in front of him with a smile.

"What do you think? Griffin."

"Woooooooo!" The boy named Griffin swallowed a piece of butter bread in several mouthfuls, took a hurried sip of water, and replied:

"Compared to this, Griffith, I am more interested in you reading novels every day, but you still won the first place in the national college swordsmanship competition. Why did you lose even though I contacted you every day?"

Griffith smiled softly and shook his head. The light he radiated captivated several female classmates.

"Griffin, life is not only about swords and sunshine, but also about poetry and dreams. Otherwise, the country would not encourage us to learn in an era when swords have been eliminated. You will always lose to us because you only know how to swing a sword.

me."

Griffin thought for a moment. He didn't understand what Griffith was talking about, but he had a question.

"Then what is your dream? Griffith."

"My dream?"

Griffith seemed to be suddenly stopped by the question. He turned to look out the window. Even though Baidi City was very prosperous and compulsory education had been universalized. There was no need to pay for school, but there were still slums here, and he and Griffith

Fen studied at Ariel College.

Fortunately for him and Griffin, they can get rankings and bonuses in the national swordsmanship competition held every year.

But every time Griffith would spend a sum of money to relieve his classmates, but he had requirements, and the recipients must obey his orders.

This does not include Griffin.

Griffith looked at Griffin again.

"Griffin, let's make a bet."

"What bet?"

"Next time in the Swordsmanship Competition, if you win, I will help you get Cardesca's contact information. If you lose, you will join my Eagle Society."

"Okay! I agree! How can anyone lose all the time! Say no more! I'm going to practice my sword!"

Griffin ran out holding a training stone sword as tall as anyone else.

Griffith continued to look out the window.

My dream?

"I want to have my own country."

…

…

Dong-dong-dong——

Wan Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

A familiar place with no ceiling.

This is,,system space?

Why am I still alive?

There was a stabbing pain in my chest.

He covered his chest, where a dagger was inserted.

The Eldrazi egg passed through the chest, piercing straight into the heart.

Wan Yuan took off his clothes and stood naked in the system space.

Observe your body carefully.

There is a dagger stuck in the heart. The grating-like tentacles extending from the Eldrazi Egg wrap around the dagger and penetrate deep into the heart, filling the wound at an incredible angle.

And, it will continue to spread.

He is indeed dead.

Because this system space is pitch black, there is nothing there, not even the system interface can be called up.

Not to mention the armor and gifts.

However, since he is dead, why does he still come to the system space?

He doesn't want to use anyone's life to resurrect him.

Although the Eldrazi Egg has resurrected him, his identity as the Chosen One is no longer there.

So why come here?

Why not let yourself die in glory?

Why..

Wan Yuan holds the dagger.

Pull it out with force.

What was pulled out along with it was not only the grid-like tentacles spread from the Eldrazi eggs wrapped around the dagger, but also part of Wan Yuan's blood.

Blood pours into the Eldrazi egg.

Soon, the grid-like tentacles spread and filled the stab wound on Wan Yuan's chest.

He could feel that he was already dead. Now, he was just a living corpse powered by the Eldrazi Egg, with a memory worth ten thousand dollars.

But, I only have ten thousand yuan...

Even though it is a corpse, I am worth ten thousand yuan.

Just like when he turned into the Eldrazi form, he had some clear self-awareness, so he suspected that Emrakul was building another plane.

Don't you want to feel at ease even if you die?

Just as Wan Yuan was thinking this, a golden road suddenly appeared in his eyes.

At the end of the road is a fog door.

There seemed to be a voice calling him from the other side of the door...

Come on, come over here, come on...

The sound was familiar yet unfamiliar, and Wan Yuan heard the voice of an old friend from within.

Missing the fishing girl?

Alessa's murmur?

Or.

Call of the Moon God?

Wan Yuan doesn’t understand.
To be continued...