CH 88.1

“Well, what do you want to ask, beauty?” The Emperor sunk his body into the solemn and luxurious throne. He held one cheek with one hand and admired the handsome and flawless face of the young man in front of him. “I will tell you I know.”

Bai Lixin looked around and was a little stunned.

This was the first place he started exploring when he came to this world, the second level of the Undead’s underground palace.

The dark surroundings were already lit up with many torches, and the surroundings were almost as bright as daylight under the light of the torches.

The three paintings he found at the beginning, as well as the ones Xia Chi inadvertently found later were all exposed.

Above the throne where the Emperor was sitting was the Undead’s secret treasure.

Bai Lixin looked at the paintings Xia Chi had uncovered.

In fact, he had already seen these paintings with the help of the system, so it was just a matter of looking at them all over again.

The warrior was invincible, and after the triumph came the coronation. He finally became the king, tried conquering the four corners of the continent before he was finally defeated.

Bai Lixin looked at the painting where the Emperor had his hand stretched out his hand towards the sky and was pleading for something.

He frowned slightly and his eyes were fixed on the Emperor’s collar, as if he had found something.

Under the emperor’s collar was an exposed pendant of the cross.

But this Sibi continent didn’t have the concept of the “cross”. This was something that should not appear in this world.

It couldn’t be just a coincidence. The king went to war and everything he wore was carefully chosen.

Some things were for attack, some were for protection, and some were for blessings.

Bai Lixin looked at the cross and he said with surprise: “Is that you on this painting?”

The Emperor gave a “huh”. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his body slightly to lean on the throne lazily. “Oh.. you could figure that out? Not only are you good-looking, but you’re also very clever. I’m liking you even more.”

Sure enough. It was him.

Bai Lixin: “These paintings look weathered layers and are over a thousand years old. So, were you the one who created the undead race?”

“You are a player like me, right? What is your name?”

“My name ……” the Emperor mused for a moment, “It’s been so long that even I forgot it. I’ve lived in this world for too long, I’ve been a player, I’ve been a magician, a prophet, and I’ve become an Immortal King. I was even a human Emperor for a while before I finally got tired of everything and settled for just the title I currently have.”

“As for the Undead, you’re right, a large part of their appearance is due to me.”

Bai Lixin continued to ask, “You saw that man’s face and said he was also a player, who is he?”

The Emperor lazily held his cheek, as if he was in deep thought.

“Like me, he was among the first players to enter this game.” The Emperor’s voice became soft, and his expression began to drift off, as if his whole being was immersed in that old memory.

“By the way, how many floors are there in the game tower now?”

Bai Lixin: “999 floors.”

The Emperor froze, and then laughed out loud. His laughter was so maniacal that it was like he was trying to laugh his intestines out of his mouth, “999 floors, 999 floors, that’s amazing.”

“When we first entered this game, there were only a mere 20 floors, and there were not many copies, only a handful. The players who participated in the game all knew each other.”

“We often got together to exchange information inorder to clear levels.”

“I am very familiar with the owner of that face, he was also called Dijia. I picked up that little bastard and gave him that name because his haughty and indifferent appearance resembled that of Dijia.”

“He was a legend among us players. He cleared the copies with the highest ratingas and he gave us the most practical tips. But he was too pretentious. He always looked like he had a great deal on his mind, and didn’t take the initiative to talk to people.”

“To be honest, our group all admires him, but I was quite annoyed with him.”

“I knew that he was not the same person, but having ‘Dijia’ call me ‘Master’ was exciting.”

” I always found various reasons to scold and torture that little bastard and I’d shout out ‘Dijia’s’ name so that I can feel more comfortable.”

“You want to know why I hate him so much right? Everyone was fighting tooth and nail to clear copies but he was the only one who managed to come out unscathed. It made all of us look like wretched clowns, so how could I not be jealous.”

“This copy did not have so many races before, only three races: Humans, Beast and Night Elves. It wasn’t hard when I came in and I also had clearance tips from Dijia.”

“It is now a ten-player copy, right? It was a simple two-person copy by then. Originally, everyone was able to go out without injury, but then there was a little problem.”

“The idiot who came in with me touched a mechanism even though he had the tips on how to pass. He was killed by the mechanism, and I hid in a secret room in order to escape.”

“But I didn’t expect that that secret room was a separate closed space. The system ruled me dead and forcibly closed the copy.”

” I kept waiting for other players to enter this copy so I could get out, I waited for years but the system was always dark and never lit up again. Do you know that feeling?!” The Emperor’s tone suddenly became cold and he poked his chest in anger. “It’s such a big copy but everyone is an NPC and I was the only living human! Do you understand that feeling of loneliness?!”

“What’s even more ridiculous was that these NPCs even disguised themselves as living people! They are a bunch of data people but they get married and have children, it’s ridiculous. I was in a lower data world and had nothing to do so I started the war, fought and usurped the throne.”

The Emperor pointed to the paintings and laughed happily like a small child, “I’m awesome, right? I turned the magic world into a siege game. Not only did I become the Emperor, but I also grabbed all the surrounding territories.”

“But at the last battle, I failed.”

“As I was dying, I suddenly remembered the game lobby.” The Emperor’s voice began to tremble, “I couldn’t die here, I didn’t want to die here alone and without anyone noticing. I didn’t want to be a set of game data. I wanted to live!”

“When I was about to die, I remembered a forbidden technique I saw in the forbidden zone of the human race. With the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, I summoned the evil god and asked him to give me immortality.”

“As long as I lived forever, I could keep waiting. Ten years, twenty years, fifty years, even hundreds of years, as long as the copy could be opened, I could still leave this hellhole.”

“But that damned evil god played word games with me. He only gave me ‘eternity’, not ‘life’!”

“I became an immortal monster! He even left a string of prophecies saying that a destined one would appear in the future.”

“One day, the Destined One will baptize the green with a rain of light. He will be as passionate as a newborn, yet as wise as an old man. He is young, yet very old, he has the blood of the gods, his arrival will make the half-bloods come out, and cut off the origin of the undead. The Sibi continent will end, and hope and order will return to the new continent.”

Speaking of this, the Emperor snorted, “Am I not of the origin of the undead race? Isn’t killing the origin of the undead race killing me! How could I allow that?”

“That’s why I tampered with the prophecy and spread it out. Just by changing a few simple words in it, the hero who will save the continent will become a devil that everyone will hate.”

“That’s right, I am the mysterious and ancient bard.”

“But that evil god also told me that the Destined One is the only one who can bring me back to life. I have eaten so many hearts that didn’t bring me back to life but none of them are you. The only way I can come back to life is to eat your heart! So I have also been looking for the destined person for all these years. I never thought that the destined one would be a player.”

“Fortunately, I unintentionally discovered Dijia’s existence.” The Emperor said tiredly and changed his posture before continuing. “I have been haunted by this prophecy, and tried to kill him in many ways at that time. But the curse of the Undead gave him the power of immortality.”

Bai Lixin’s breath became heavier and the hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

The Emperor sighed: “He was too capable, I tormented him so much but he did not die nor go crazy. I had no choice but to change my strategy and keep instilling the concept of a mission in him. Let him either end his life or turn against his destined one.”

“Either end would be satisfactory.”

“When I was sure that his sense of mission was fully established, l faked my death and left.”

The Emperor was silent for a few seconds, “The cause and effects were like that, what else do you not understand?”

Bai Lixin pursed his lips and looked at the man on the throne indifferently: “Why do you want to turn all the players into undead?”

Emperor: “Heh, why? It’s not a matter of scarcity, they’re all players, I’m obviously smarter and more skilled than them. Why should I be born at the wrong time and have to be an immortal NPC while they can leave the copy?”

Bai Lixin: “What about the beast race? Why did you want to help Count Aer usurp the throne? And why did you want those skins?”