Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together!-Chapter 578 - 155: The Birth of the King (First Update for Monthly Ticket)_2

[On the Youlan Continent, founding a new kingdom requires the permission of the empires nearby the territory. Only after a priest seeks the guidance of the gods can the decision be made.]

[You used 3,888 Enchanting Demons as gifts to the "Light Church" and the "War God Church" of the West Constant Empire. Ultimately, their opinions were unified, and you successfully obtained the right to establish a kingdom.]

[You implemented a feudal monarchy; the first king wasn’t you, but your mother, Queen Selena Robbst.]

[You were well-versed in the way of diplomatic relations between countries, winning people over with your strength. The neighboring countries treated you with respect, and each time you visited their capitals, their kings were exceedingly enthusiastic, presenting gold, princesses, grain, and labor as if you were family.]

[You felt very lucky; all these neighbors were such good people.]

["Mother, from now on, you are the true King; you no longer have to endure being snubbed or looked down upon," you said.]

[You seated your mother Selena in the place of honor. Her eyes brimming with tears, she, in the full gaze of the public, ignited the torch and loudly read out the universal version of the national statute, which you had professionally copied for use in this small conglomerate of countries on the Tianlan Plain.]

[You fulfilled your promise to your mother, and from then on, you had no more concerns. You continued to delve into the deep caverns, sweeping through the Abyss, leveling up on your own. Wherever you went, older sisters lost their nerve, and younger sisters convulsed.]

[In your free time, you participated in the adventurers’ "World’s Greatest Martial Arts Tournament," gradually obtaining high rankings as your rank soared in the competition.]

[Your name soared to fame; now, all adventurers had heard of you. According to your style of combat, you had a nickname: Hunter Demon, Alaya!]

[In the year 1334, you reached the Third-tier Peak Perfect Realm. There were almost no opponents left for you at the gold level, and you also reached the top nine in the ranking competitions.]

[You weren’t satisfied. The twelfth-layer Abyss Monsters seemed almost ineffective against you. You absorbed tens of thousands of Curse Flares from within Demons’ bodies, but made no progress whatsoever.]

[If you wanted to continue to improve, perhaps you had to enter the thirteenth layer of the Abyss.]

[Should you go up?]

[The thirteenth layer of the Abyss is strange and terrifying. Rumor has it that even gold-level forces in groups cannot survive a day there.]

[One of the legendary powerhouses of the continent, the Human Clan’s Martial Saint, undefeated since his debut, known as the number one person under the War Gods, the "Emperor Engine" Diablo once said, the twelfth layer of the Abyss is the limit for humans, beyond which mortals cannot break through.]

[The Light Twelve Saints are the most powerful twelve individuals since the Bright Era, with Diablo being one of them. They are more than just gold level—they are—Glorious Kings!]

[You were a cautious fellow. You came to a gilded royal palace, found Diablo, and asked him about the thirteenth layer of the Abyss.]

["Young man, I advise you not to go down. Below the thirteenth layer is not a place for you! Without reaching the level of us the Light Twelve Saints, you cannot delve deeper, or you will surely die!" he solemnly warned you.]

[You thought about it and laid out a table full of gold, sincerely asking, "Senior, could you make an exception and take me down to have a look? I truly have an unavoidable reason to venture deeper into the Abyss, for the sake of the future of the beings in the mortal world, is that possible?"]

["Ah, that is the domain of gods, inaccessible to mortals. Even if I were to go, it would be very dangerous; perhaps only the gods can take on such a challenge..." he refused you.]

[While speaking, the King’s forehead always dripped with sweat the size of soybeans, and thunderous sounds roared continuously.]

[Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump! It was said these were the sounds of his heartbeat, and the sweat on his forehead was for cooling down. The engine was restless; otherwise, he would be burned to death by his own immense power. It was precisely his regal aura that made people tremble, which was why he was nicknamed the Emperor Engine.]

[After hearing his advice, you felt enormous pressure. If he refused to help, wouldn’t that mean you couldn’t go to the thirteenth layer of the Abyss?]

[But if you couldn’t enter the thirteenth layer, your power might stagnate, leaving you trapped at the third rank, unable to witness any greater splendor...]

Tsk, as expected...

Xu Shu stroked his chin and sighed.

His highest fate chart this time was blue, the "Peering Through a Bamboo Tube." In a world where one could advance beyond the ordinary, once one reached the limit of their fate chart’s quality, a bottleneck would inevitably be faced, and only by finding another way could a breakthrough possibly be made.

Actually, it wasn’t so bad this time; it was only upon reaching the third rank that he encountered this bottleneck.

Xiao Han, who was originally trained as a "Doctor" on the Sword Qi Continent, collected soul rings—or rather, was collecting the Yuanjie God’s blessings—even though he possessed the Purple Fate Chart "mouth filled with constitutional law," he almost collapsed at the extreme limit of the third rank.

If one wanted to progress from the third rank to the fourth, it wasn’t just a matter of talent anymore. It was also about opportunity and insight; one couldn’t lack any of them!

Could it be that one must wait in vain for a hundred years?

Wouldn’t that be a complete waste of such a great start?

This time, the secrets of a higher-level Transcendence were right before my eyes, yet untouchable, which truly filled me with reluctance!

Xu Shu was undecided, with the increasingly intense heartbeat engine of Diablo ringing in his ears, which was rather irritating.

"You become irritated and momentarily forget the other’s identity, giving the entire palace a slap that shatters it to pieces and cursing loudly, ’Fuck, stop that knocking! Are you fucking annoying or what!’"

"With one palm, you shattered the palace. Such is your power, Gold level destruction! However, the moment the words left your mouth, you were suddenly startled; standing before you was none other than one of the Light Twelve Saints, the ’Emperor Engine!’ How dare you be so insolent? Your life is likely in danger now!"

"Ah, right..." You stand amidst the ruins, just about to apologize, trying to beg for your life, but you see Diablo completely dismembered, neatly split into 4096 pieces, some in fragments, eyes scattered all across the sky, some near-sighted, some looking like butts, and some like horses...

"He’s dead, caught in the aftermath of your palm strike; there’s no saving him now." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Ah? I, I killed one of the Light Twelve Saints?" You freeze in place, starting to doubt your life.

After your doubts peaked, you suddenly realized that this Diablo was a swindler!

You had thought he was a king, but in reality, he was bronze, his strength faked, apparently possessing a special intimidating method that could make people feel fear.

"This, it can’t be... One person could feign, but wouldn’t the other eleven Saints notice? Surely, this intimidation couldn’t suppress other kings, right?"

You suddenly felt something strange. Although you had seen similar scenes in an anime comic, you felt it was totally illogical, a full ten, or even nine out of ten levels of nonsense.

While you were suspicious, you approached another of the Human Clan’s kings among the Saints—the formidable woman known as the Blade Queen, Aisman.

Through your probing, you finally uncovered that she was also a fake, her true strength being merely Silver level 1-star, which was indeed stronger than Diablo, but that was about it.

You harshly humiliated her, forcing her to write "I am a fake seller" on her big orange with white-out, and then went on your way.

With two experiences under your belt, you continued to challenge the other Human Clan kings, finding without exception a bunch of backyard chickens and pottery dogs. The strongest among them was the Silver-level, one-star Blade Queen; most of the others were bronze and even two were black iron!

It turns out the most powerful beings in the mortal realm were actually just Gold level; higher King levels were simply a figment of the imagination.

In the year 1335 of the Bright Era, the Human Clan, which had always been the leading race of the mortal realm, tragically lost the Light Twelve Saints.

The other races were shocked and sent out spies to investigate. When they learned that they had been deceived for a thousand years, they were furious and a war broke out among all races.

The entire continent plunged into chaos, vowing to fight for a new leader in the mortal world, to be the new king of this realm!

As for you, the instigator of all this chaos, you found yourself back in the twelfth level of the heart of the Abyss, staring into its dark depths, sitting in meditation for a hundred days.

If you jumped, you might level up, but you could also die. No matter how glorious you are, in the end, you’re just a scoop of yellow dirt.

If you didn’t jump, you couldn’t level up, but as the top of the mortal realm, you’d surely not die and would have a splendid later life.

What would you choose? To live here or face the unknown terror?

"Fuck splendid later years! When a man dies, he soars to the heavens, immortal for ten thousand years! To the sisters on the 13th level, here I come!"

You gritted your teeth and jumped.