Chapter 532 - 259: Emperor’s Memories (Part 2)

He looked at Wu Geng, who wore the Chaos Robe, and a group of gray-robed people, and said, "Speak, whatever you want, I can do my best to fulfill."

"I want to spread the faith of the Lord, to bring hope and light to this world, so that everyone can be filled with hope, and live happily." Wu Geng answered seriously.

This guy is not easy to deal with!

Tiseca instantly concluded that those who want money and profit are relatively easier to handle, as long as enough resources and money are offered.

But for someone like this, who has great power and also seeks something elusive, resources and money can’t solve the problem. Due to the uniqueness of their thinking, he might need to spend a lot of effort to understand what the other truly needs.

"No problem, Iron Shield City permanently welcomes the faith of the Lord of Light and Shadow, but I have to say, entering the city by means of siege will inevitably alert other forces. They might even send troops against us, I wonder... are you prepared?" Tiseca asked indifferently.

"Oh?"

Wu Geng raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why surrender to us actively? Are you buying time, preparing something?"

"No, some want to play the fisherman."

"Oh?"

....

After a brief understanding,

Wu Geng also realized the fact that the Dailosa army was about to reach Iron Shield City. He raised an eyebrow and said, "So, out of anger, you directly led your subordinates to surrender to us?"

"Yes, rather than let him benefit, it’s better to surrender to you directly." Tiseca said.

"I understand."

Wu Geng nodded.

Soon, the faith stemming from the Lord of Light and Shadow spread in Iron Shield City, attracting a small number of civilians. They were willing to join, not because of faith in the Lord of Light and Shadow, but out of fear—they were afraid of what might happen if they did not join.

Those people donned gray robes, becoming part of the followers of the Lord of Light and Shadow, investing in faith.

And a larger army slowly marched from outside the city, with Dailosa riding a steed, looking at the conquered Iron Shield City in the distance, and murmured to himself, "Try harder, don’t die too early, let me see your value."

....

Empire, capital city

In a huge imposing castle, a man dressed in luxurious clothing slowly walked out from inside, standing on the balcony looking into the distance, his cloudy eyes seemingly able to see through everything.

"I can feel it, in the distance, there’s the aura of resistance and struggle, which is different from before, seemingly becoming more concentrated and powerful, as if some entity had unified that aura... interesting."

"Have leaders emerged among those people again?"

"It’s useless, without power, even the strongest will to resist is just a castle in the air. Although you can conquer a city, compared to truly mighty power, you’re still too weak."

The man sighed and shook his head, his face pale, paler than an ordinary human, turning his gaze to the distance, seemingly seeing the black tide thousands of miles away.

"Hmm, it’s getting denser again, the familiar aura in the air indicates that the heroes of this world have not strived diligently... on the contrary, it seems tedious."

"Under our rule, the world will eventually move from disaster to happiness, to true happiness."

"Hmm..."

He lowered his head, covering his head, slightly frowning, murmuring, "No, something’s off, what exactly did I just say? Why do I need to bring happiness to humans? What exactly am I ruling for? Why do I suddenly feel a bit hazy, strange, really strange..."

"Forget it, it doesn’t matter, killing the rebels who disrupt the balance is now what I must do, no matter who it is, no one can destroy the peace and stability of this world."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, exhaled thick black smoke, the feeling of decay threatening to engulf him, but he took out three differently colored [Raw Stones] from the Storage Space.

The man lifted the [Raw Stones], eagerly sucking beside them, and essence power slowly oozed out from the raw stones, flowing into his body, and the aura of decay around him also dimmed, the aging wrinkles on his skin also vanished, the paleness on his face gradually restored its blood color.

"Ah~"

He took a deep breath, letting out a sound of contentment, as if tasting the most delicious thing in this world, experiencing the most pleasurable thing in this world.

To him, the feeling of absorbing the raw stones was like a wondrous journey, he felt young again, became strong, his spirit and will became increasingly clear, no longer the aged self.

"Phew~"

He exhaled a breath, looking at the three dimmed raw stones in his hand, slightly frowning.

’Something’s off.’

’If I remember correctly, the raw stones were not this color initially, right?’

’Why did its color change? Was it because my sucking altered its properties? But all of this is necessary, to protect this world, even sacrificing raw stones is worthwhile.’

After a brief hesitation in his mind, he soon regained his determination, but this determination was filled with slight uncertainty.

The bottom of the man’s eyes was black, pure black, without even a trace of white, his will not firm, but mixed with something strange.

Suddenly, he seemed to recall an image from countless years ago, three initial kings, they held the strongest nation and power, but the descendants couldn’t inherit the potential, the crisis of the black tide was imminent, they had to find new hope.

Thus...

In the endless dark tide, they found the dark flesh, an extremely peculiar flesh, an ordinary person who ate it would heal all wounds, but their will would be corroded, influenced by the flesh itself.

They believed their will was strong enough to resist the corrosion from the dark flesh, so they ate it together, becoming the subsequent emperors.

In his memory, that’s how it was. After eating the flesh, the empire became prosperous, and the empire he ruled never declined, not even the black tide could affect his nation anymore.

It was like this...

Was it this way?

He furrowed his brow, always feeling like there was something special in his memory, trying hard to find it, but couldn’t find an answer.

He often heard a woman’s cry for help, pleading deeply in the night, but the voice was extremely distant, unclear. He didn’t know where that voice came from, no such voice within the whole empire.

It was like...

Coming from the bottom of his own heart.

From the depths of his memory.

Something’s off!

He realized something’s off!

That was the foreshadowing he planted for himself, the mark he placed at his heart, to warn himself not to give up, not to be influenced by that evil power.

Oh!

I remember now!

The moment I first saw that flesh, my will was already being corroded.

No, not now, now is not the time to fully regain consciousness, even if I regain consciousness, I can’t overturn the overall situation, instead will awaken the will within the flesh.

I must hide, must thoroughly conceal my conscious side, let it not detect my anomaly.

If I remember correctly....

Its name...

Should be called Nightmare God, right?

Nightmare God, a demon god like a nightmare, just a piece of flesh could control us, what level has it reached by now?

Now my consciousness is brief, but in such a brief time, sufficient to plant a new mark, to regain consciousness at a critical moment, make correct decisions and choices.

However...

Is my consciousness now truly the real consciousness? How can I be sure?

If my concept is distorted, if my understanding is misinterpreted and alienated, what should I do?

Atop the high platform, the man looked at the sky and sighed, dark smoke swirled around him, and the consciousness in his eyes gradually faded, becoming murky and chaotic, growing increasingly dangerous.