Chapter 121: Am I the Primal King?
Chapter 123: Am I the Primal King?
Shariel accepted Yonglan’s “kind little leaf” title, but that couldn’t gloss over what she needed to say.
The woman with cherry-blossom-white hair then introduced herself:
“As you suspect, I am… I was the King of Hram, and I am the sinner who brought the beings mortals call ‘Fiends’ to this land.”
“I once built a better world with faith and hope, and in doing so, I touched forbidden powers and reaped unbearable consequences. The accusations of Mirror Corrosion are not without reason… I granted them power too great to control, distorting their original forms and spirits, turning my former kin into fiends.”
“Then, I truly evaded the past, thinking that by escaping with the remaining people, I could escape the nightmare.”
Shariel’s brow was furrowed with pain, as if each word she spoke caused her intense suffering.
“In the end, I not only destroyed my homeland but also brought disaster to this world. Such unforgivable sins led me to choose self-exile, to atone on this land to the best of my ability until a bleak end.”
Yonglan frowned.
“I don’t think this is your fault. Even if there’s fault, it’s merit three, demerit seven!”
He was puzzled and dissatisfied by Shariel’s self-blame.
To be frank, Shariel’s intentions were good, but her kin under her command twisted them, and it was they who bore the greatest responsibility.
Shariel offered no opinion on Yonglan’s assessment, merely shaking her head.
“It’s meaningless to consider who was right or wrong now. I originally believed this world would, like my homeland, meet destruction, followed by other worlds, one after another, until absolute silence arrived at some point.”
The King of Hram, with her cherry-blossom-white hair, looked up, her true red eyes, shimmering with hope, fixed on Yonglan.
“But you appeared. What you hold is a power capable of creating miracles. If it’s you, if it’s you… this world, and Hram, might still have a chance.”
“Do you know what kind of miracle you carry?”
Yonglan tilted his head. “Godslayer?”
“To bring predestined death to gods and fiends is, of course, important, but that is merely the surface. The true miracle is that you can truly plunder their seeds of fire, incorporating the essence of Celestials into yourself, to be squandered as fuel and material… that is the key.”
Shariel suppressed her excitement, explaining to Yonglan in as much detail as possible:
“This world has long been polluted by the essence of fiends. Even if all fiends are driven out, it will descend into destruction in its chaos. However, if you can plunder and absorb all the distorted essence, the situation will be entirely different.”
“We can construct a Great Artifice the world has never seen, fusing all Spirit Matter into one. At that time, this world may even have the chance to be reborn, whether it be barren lands, twisted pollution, or…”
During the time Shariel had been away, many ideas seemed to have formed, and she now poured them all out to Yonglan.
“That sounds a bit familiar…”
Yonglan pondered the blueprint Shariel had described, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
Suddenly, he had an epiphany, realizing the reason.
Damn it, isn’t this the Creation Furnace of the ‘Primal King’?!
Yonglan knew that Sams was no ordinary game. Although its game mechanics were plausible, any person with a normal intellect would know there was more to it.
He just didn’t pay much attention. No matter how many secrets Sams held, would Yonglan stop playing? Impossible. It would be easier to kill him than to stop him from playing Sams.
Recalling the content of the gameplay declaration, it was hard for Yonglan not to suspect that this was a real ancient era… or at least a recreation of an ancient era.
But he had always seen himself as an outsider, even wondering if he could meet the Primal King in Sams and have a spar with him.
However, after talking with Shariel, the situation suddenly became incredibly complex.
Hiss! If Shariel’s vision came true, it would naturally be the glorious act of creation recorded by later generations, and such a coincidence would no longer exist, basically confirming it.
However… I might be the Primal King, but it’s unlikely that I *am* the Primal King.
If nothing else, as far as Yonglan knew, the Primal King was currently fighting the Sky Battle over the Dark Abyss Sea, locked in an unceasing struggle with the fiends.
If the ‘Primal King’ is fighting the Sky Battle, then who am I?
Who am I, I ask you!
Hmm… never mind.
Yonglan thought for a long time and decided to put aside this complex question for now, as it was truly difficult to find an answer.
Whether he was or not would not change Yonglan’s original intentions or himself.
He would still do what he wanted to do, regardless of his identity.
The King of Hram, having spoken for so long, realized she had gotten carried away. She took a deep breath and nodded to Yonglan.
“I apologize, I got a little carried away… In any case, this is an absolutely feasible plan. As for its implementation,”
Yonglan’s mind wandered as Shariel put aside the grand undertaking of “fusing the world” and shifted to the pressing matter at hand:
“Also, the message I spread to the kingdoms has received a response. The Knight Kingdoms that can currently gather will come to the Thousand.”
This was what Shariel and Doria had spoken of before: after completing the true act of Godslaying, mortals would come to swear allegiance.
The King of Hram suggested to Yonglan:
“Please accept their allegiance and consolidate the resolve of mortals.”
Yonglan readily accepted the proposal to receive mortal allegiance, just as he had accepted the allegiance of the Knight Burefawa.
He did not refuse it; in fact, he quite enjoyed the vanity of being admired.
Thus, only a few days later, the representatives from various kingdoms had all gathered at the Thousand.
The Casterly Court had rebuilt a parliament hall in the inner ring to accommodate their discussions.
The walls and pillars surrounding the hall were adorned with exquisite reliefs, and the floor, as smooth as a mirror, reflected the bright light emitted by the crystal chandeliers above the round table. The seats around the table were already filled, and the knights without seats stood quietly in the open space.
Yonglan sat at the central head of the round table, observing everyone while also being observed by everyone else.
“Everyone, before we begin, please introduce yourselves. Otherwise, I won’t even know who you are. Or, should I introduce myself first?”
Yonglan said, interlacing his fingers and resting his chin on them.
“Your deeds have spread throughout the kingdoms, the resurrected hero, the vanquisher of fiends… because of your achievements, the Kingdom of Burefawa was saved from the brink of destruction, and we were spared from a devastating calamity.”
Before he finished speaking, a knight stood up and bowed to Yonglan.
She was a female knight with shoulder-length, water-blue hair, her falling hair obscuring her left eye. Her elegant and delicate face exuded a sense of tranquility, while her right eye was as beautiful as glass. She placed one hand on the golden fleur-de-lis emblem on her breastplate, her fair cheeks slightly flushed as she looked at Yonglan.
Yonglan remembered that she had sat upright and concentrated from the beginning. He had initially thought this young female knight to be aloof and difficult to approach, but he hadn’t expected her to be the first to stand.
“You are—”
“Ah, please excuse me. I am the Knight Commander of the Clear Stream Kingdom; you can call me Luqia. I have come to the Thousand to represent the knights of the Clear Stream Kingdom in listening to the words of the Godslayer and to swear allegiance to you.”
