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Chapter 3 Word Power: The Emperor
[End of simulation]
【Summary of this session】
[Simulated Version; The Last Emperor]
[Simulation Completion: 30%]
[Number of simulations: Sixth]
[Simulation Summary: After six trials, you have finally left an indelible mark on the heart of Her Highness Jormungandr, King of the Earth and Mountains. She may still retain some recollection of it 1600 years from now.]
[Simulated Settlement: Acquired the Word of Power - Emperor - Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth.]
[Effect: It can have a certain deterrent effect on beings with dragon blood purity lower than yours. It can command and control beings with dragon blood concentration far lower than yours and low spirit element.]
[The former possessor of the Word of Power: The Black King—Nidhogg.]
[Current Dragon Blood Concentration: A (Fourth Generation).]
Wang Anzhi took a deep breath. He was still in that blood-stained palace, sitting on the blood-stained throne. This was his last means of maintaining his dignity before his death.
What's that saying again? An emperor has his own way of dying; how can he be put to death by a blade?
Unfortunately, Hirokami was unable to fulfill this last wish.
Wang Anzhi did fulfill half of his "last wish"—to die peacefully in the arms of a flawless young woman.
The girl named Jormungandr was standing right in front of him, hesitatingly extending a hand, but leaving it hanging in the air, unsure of where to place it.
Of course, the only flaw was that the girl's other hand was still clutching his heart, with bright red blood dripping from it. Wang Anzhi died at the girl's hands.
This was truly the way a prodigy died, but unfortunately, he wasn't very interested in it and even found it a bit creepy.
With a sigh, Wang Anzhi couldn't help but exclaim, "This is truly a real-life PLUS version of 'I want to eat your pancreas'."
In the simulation, he might be able to risk his life to pick up girls without batting an eye, but in reality, forget it, after all, you only have one life!
If his heart were really ripped out, he doesn't know if he would still be able to perform miracles in front of the girl like this.
After all, the person he was simulating, Valentine III, was a true member of the royal family, whose bloodline had been purified for generations. In terms of bloodline, he might be much stronger than him now. Although A-rank is the pinnacle of conventional hybrids, capable of fighting a ferocious polar bear, there are always monsters among hybrids. Super A, S-rank, and royal-rank are emerging one after another. An ordinary A-rank is just a nobody in this group, a common soldier, and doesn't have much prestige.
This was a huge blow to his dream of becoming emperor.
Fortunately, he has the help of a simulator. As things stand, it may seem insignificant at the moment, but its future is bright.
Take polar bears for example, he can say without hesitation that he could take on ten thousand.
As for the stunningly beautiful girl before him, who was so captivating that he could forget the mundane world, Wang Anzhi was confident in defeating this "strongest second-generation species," but for now, he could only sigh in despair.
Unconsciously, Wang Anzhi was slightly lost in thought when he saw the pair of clean hands stained with blood before him. It reminded him of the beautiful, nameless girl whose hands were chopped off by Prince Dan because of a single sentence from Jing Ke, and whose hands were placed on a jade plate covered in blood.
She was innocent, so innocent that she left no name in history and was even treated as someone who spent a fortune to buy a horse's bones.
The same is true for Jormungandr.
She appeared so powerful that she moved freely within a heavily guarded area, where the Secret Society was fully prepared to fight the Dragon King, and even within a massive alchemical matrix large enough to cover an entire city, easily killing the emperor at the center of the matrix.
But she was also just as weak.
At least for now, she was nothing more than a doll in his eyes, with no room for resistance.
The taste of power and authority.
Wang Anzhi shook his head, and subconsciously touched his chest, which was completely unharmed.
Then he looked at the face of the girl with blood on her hands. She was so beautiful, and even her devilishly seductive voice was so alluring.
Even the devil is no different!
For him, Jormungandr, who was still in the simulation stage, was of course an invincible figure.
But when the simulation ended, all that power was as worthless as castles in the air. Right now, all that was in front of him was a helpless lamb, at his mercy.
He slightly raised his head and looked out the window. The fire in Rome could no longer be extinguished; it was a spiritual fire ignited by the alchemical matrix to fight against the Dragon King.
Now, Rome has fallen, the emperor has been "assassinated," the alchemical matrix is completely out of control, and the flames can no longer be extinguished.
He didn't utter a single sigh or complaint.
Nero, the infamous tyrant in Roman history, once said, "Let the old Rome become a wasteland; I will rebuild a new and great city on the ruins."
Now, Wang Anzhi, who also became a Roman emperor, would find it difficult not to inherit this glorious tradition.
This old Rome now belongs to too many people: a regent empress dowager in name only, a general who disrupts the government, and a princess who causes chaos in the government.
Is that all?
Then you are too naive.
Besides these, there was the already lawless Roman Senate, the Senate of the Secret Party in secret, the Pope of Rome, and even his close attendant general who had somehow become a member of the Secret Party.
Besides these human forces, wouldn't those dark monarchs and the four great kings be even more capable of controlling the world in this era?
This is much easier than the modern society of the future.
Look, isn't the famous "Scourge of God" Attila the Hun, the king of the earth and mountains in the dragon race?
His appearance was so open and aboveboard; if he wasn't determined to launch a western expedition, would anyone really want to punish him?
Rome belonged to many people, but not to him, the Roman emperor.
With so many demons, monsters, and ambitious people, it's no wonder he couldn't truly stand out even after six simulations.
Wang Anzhi took one last look at the burning Rome, his city, and then at Jormungandr, motionless with blood on her hands, his intended queen.
"It's time to leave."
He whispered something.
No reply
There were no strange phenomena of mixed colors. He simply closed his eyes, concentrated slightly, and his body was no longer in this city full of fire and swords.
When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was a pure white scene, a face so familiar it seemed like he had just lost it.
He tried to get closer, and a slow, unhurried voice rang out.
"Senior brother, you've only just woken up and you're already acting like a hooligan?"
Chapter 4 Reunion - Jormungandr
"Xiaya."
Wang An subconsciously shrank back, but bumped into the backrest, which made him stand up straight and look rather formal.
"Yes! She's not some little devil or a little witch, she's the junior sister who accompanied you to the job interview."
Xia Mi seemed to guess what he was thinking immediately, and then retorted:
"Speaking of which, senior, you almost slept through the train station. You're not planning to deliberately miss your stop so we can take a spontaneous trip together, are you?"
At this point, the girl looked very wary and took a step back, placing her hands in front of her chest as if to defend herself.
“No,” Wang Anzhi said, rubbing his forehead. “I just woke up and my memory is a little hazy.”
This is a recurring problem with simulators; after each simulation, a mix of over a decade's worth of memories assaults the brain, making it difficult to avoid memory confusion.
Fortunately, the human brain is a very sophisticated system, and the simulator itself provides some assistance; otherwise, if the memory of the same Roman emperor were washed over ten times in a row, the emperor would eventually be usurped.
"Senior brother, your approach is outdated."
Xia Mi made a funny face, then pulled out her suitcase.
"Senior brother, hurry up, the train has arrived at the station."
At the same time, the sound of a train arriving at the station rang in my ears.
"The train has arrived at Shilan Station..."
As the two voices, one after the other, reached Wang Anzhi's ears, the memories in his mind finally returned completely.
As he picked up his suitcase and followed his junior, he tried to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
He is currently a high school student at Peking University High School. He graduated from Qidian Orphanage. Both his parents are deceased, and he has no sister or house.
If things followed the normal timeline, he could have easily gotten into Peking University with his precognitive memories, married a beautiful and wealthy woman, and lived out his past life as a prodigy.
Unfortunately, this simple and unpretentious dream was shattered by a classmate and deskmate named "Xia Mi" whom he met when he entered high school.
Of course, at first, he could comfort himself by thinking that with over a billion people in China, it's not surprising at all that someone named Xia Mi would emerge.
After all, our great nation lacks nothing. I've even heard of people called "Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise Edict" or "Purple Star and North Pole Emperor," so what's so special about Xia Mi?
But soon he realized something was wrong. The teacher didn't talk about physics or chemistry in the first lesson, and didn't mention Chinese or math at all.
Instead, it majestically unveiled a curtain, projecting a scroll painting as detailed as "Along the River During the Qingming Festival," down to every single scale.
That's right, every single scale.
The painting depicts a colossal dragon that blots out the sky, its wings reaching up the mountains, completely obscuring the snow-covered peaks. Only pools of blood at the foot of the mountains remain, forming lakes and seas. Below, countless people cheer and rejoice at the end of the emperor's reign, sincerely hoping that there will never be another emperor.
At that time, Wang Anzhi had the leisure to say to his classmate Xia Mi, who was so beautiful she was unbelievable and seemed like a little devil, "What movie poster is this? It looks really grand. I wonder if it's another bad movie."
At that time, although he was a little nervous, he still automatically assumed the identity of a chosen one and was quite leisurely. After all, going from an orphan to a student at Peking University High School was a great achievement.
The only regret since transmigrating is that as an orphan, I have no start-up capital or connections, so I can't buy Bitcoin, invest in the internet, or even think about real estate.
Otherwise, there's no point in studying at all.
At that time, he did not notice the sadness, nostalgia... and fear that his deskmate Xia Mi had in her eyes.
After hearing his teasing, the girl only had time to glare at him before the teacher on the stage coughed lightly, silencing the students' chatter.
Then he said in a deep voice:
"Today, we'll talk about the dragon race..."
Then, the teacher launched into a long and detailed account, starting with Nidhogg the Dragon King, then moving on to the dual rule of the two kings, then to the four kings, and finally to the death of the Black King.
After briefly mentioning the birth of hybrids, the teacher spoke passionately, like a madman, addressing all the students present: "And you, my students, you are the true chosen ones, with the blood of both humans and dragons, the two overlords, flowing through your veins."
This time, it was Wang Anzhi who was dumbfounded. He listened as his teacher repeatedly emphasized what a chosen one of heaven was, what a human-dragon hybrid was, and what the glory of being of mixed race was...