Chapter 156 Muge
Chapter 157 Muge
Muge felt extremely anxious about everything happening before her. She repeatedly stomped on the rain-soaked floor, making a pattering sound, while her fluffy tail impatiently swished left and right behind her, feeling incredibly heavy after being drenched by the rain.
It wasn’t because of the ruthless and brutal methods employed within her family; such matters were commonplace in the Rushing Wolf Regiment.
Moreover, ever since the collapse of the Xuntian Dynasty, the Wilderness had devolved into a free-for-all, where killing and being killed had become the norm.
The order established by the Rushing Wolf Regiment was even better than during times of chaos.
Having grown up under the Rushing Wolf Regiment’s tutelage, Muge’s sense of morality couldn’t be very high. Killing, in particular, was a common occurrence, and it mattered little who killed whom.
Muge simply felt… a deep exhaustion.
As a “Champion Warrior” favored by the Wolf Emperor within the Rushing Wolf Regiment, a devoted follower of the Descendants of the Rushing Wolf, Muge did not need to personally participate in this Massacre. She only served as a backup for executions, responsible for dealing with tricky targets or any survivors who slipped through.
In the previous surprise attack, a few individuals had indeed broken through the encirclement and entered her defensive zone, intending to kill Muge.
Of course, Artificers who weren’t even at the “Paradigm” Tier couldn’t harm her. Muge dealt with them easily and, in turn, slew them.
Just as in the missions she had undertaken before, there were no surprises, no battles fueled by inflated egos.
It was boring, so unimaginably boring. She seemed to be doing the same thing day after day.
Going to some place, killing some people, leaving her exhausted from the constant rush.
If it were a glorious battle fought for Honor, that would be one thing, but slaughtering the weak and suppressing resistance brought no meaning.
It was merely to maintain the Rushing Wolf Regiment’s authority and survival.
What was the point of doing these things? Was it simply to fulfill her duty as a Descendant of the Rushing Wolf, as a child of the Wolf Emperor?
Muge’s pure white hair drooped in the rain, sticking to her cheeks. Her equally clear and ethereal eyes gazed at the blood-stained floor tiles.
After a while, she turned and was the first to return to the car, taking an epic collection from her inner coat pocket, opening it, and savoring its contents.
This was one of Muge’s rare forms of entertainment. In her gray, lifeless existence, opera was the only thing she loved that allowed her to relax. Unfortunately, in the towns under the Rushing Wolf Regiment’s control, theaters were exceedingly scarce. Even if there were any, she was not permitted to attend.
The Descendants of the Rushing Wolf lived a militarized collective life, forbidding anything weak from corrupting the will of the Rushing Wolf warriors, including movies, operas, music, and even novels—needless to say, this was also an order from the Wolf Emperor.
Even for a “Champion Warrior” like Muge, within the scope of what she could get away with, she could at most collect some poetry anthologies and foreign video recordings. And even these were prohibited within the Rushing Wolf Regiment.
However, “Primal King’s Ballad” was an exception. There was no place that would consider the most original epic a taboo; that would be truly absurd.
The white-haired wolf descendant crossed her legs, relaxedly placing “Primal King’s Ballad” on her lap. Her fingers gently caressed the smooth pages, softly reciting the beautiful words of the original epic:
“…Behold, the kings of all quarters, all waters, all tribes, all domains, the conqueror and Dominator of all gods, all kings, and all heavens, shot arrows towards the firmament.
Thus, the sound of thunder enveloped the Earth, and the stars, hidden by the gloomy sky, opened their eyes from their shallow slumber.
Countless lights pierced the undifferentiated chaos, descending like arrows.
The Wilderness was reborn, and all beings were blessed.
After countless nights of darkness, the mortal realm once again basked in sunlight, much like the dawn that bloomed after tens of long centuries.
A long-awaited dawn, a dawn that would never set.”
A truly endlessly enjoyable epic.
Every time Muge savored these beautiful and invigorating works of art, she could temporarily escape the darkness and oppression of reality.
“Stomp, stomp, stomp—”
Just then, her wolf ears perked up as she heard approaching footsteps treading through the rain.
So she rolled down the car window and asked:
“Is it finished?”
Outside the car window, a Rushing Wolf Regiment assassin approached and reported to Muge:
“The execution is complete. We will now post announcements in the town and select new representatives, so we need to stay here for a few more days.”
“Also… Lady Muge, we’ve acquired a video tape, which you might find interesting.”
Muge took the “bribe” from the Rushing Wolf Regiment assassin, wiped off the bloodstains, and looked at it, saying:
“A good old film. You’ve done well.”
“We wouldn’t dare. We’re glad you’re satisfied.”
The Wolf Emperor’s rules were strict, but actions that utterly defied human nature could not be absolutely enforced. Although the Wolf Emperor decreed an end to all entertainment and advocated for a life of ascetic practice for warriors.
Even the Saintly Monks couldn’t achieve complete self-imposed isolation. People ultimately needed to relax.
Therefore, the Wolf Emperor’s orders were implemented flexibly.
The lowest-ranking Descendants of the Rushing Wolf had no conditions to negotiate. However, as one climbed higher, these restrictions loosened. With each higher Tier, one could disregard more rules.
The high-ranking members of the Rushing Wolf Regiment enjoyed all sorts of luxuries, second only to the nobles of the great city-states, as long as certain fundamental principles were upheld.
Could the Wolf Emperor truly punish millions of Rushing Wolf Regiment members personally? Perhaps the Wolf Emperor himself was aware of this unwritten rule, and might even be pleased with it.
After completing this execution mission, Muge’s next task was to review the newly acquired video.
However, such things, which were once somewhat enjoyable, now left her feeling indifferent.
As Muge lowered her head with a hint of numbness, she was startled to find an invitation placed before her.
Huh? What is this? When did it arrive?
The white-haired wolf descendant Champion immediately questioned the Rushing Wolf Regiment assassin who had delivered the video, but he looked bewildered, completely unaware of what Muge was talking about.
Inquiring with others yielded the same result, as if this invitation didn’t exist at all.
A sense of unease arose, but curiosity drove Muge to open the invitation and read its contents.
“Do you find life devoid of joy? Do you believe fate is unpredictable? Do you have unmet desires and wishes? Or do you yearn for a soul-shaking encounter?”
“Come, join my game! I promise you love and companionship, sharing Honor and pleasure!”
“Form a Contract, bound by life and death, this oath shall never be regretted.”
“Yonglan, respectfully.”
She immediately felt a sense of relief. The anxiety and panic from before vanished in an instant.
“Interesting, Hahaha!!”
Suddenly, Muge laughed heartily.
This monotonous and boring life finally had a change.
