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But that feeling of being watched... it felt so real.
It was as if everything about him, from birth to ascension to the throne, from reforms to purges, from smiles to killings... was laid bare by that invisible gaze.
His proud imperial majesty, before that gaze, was as fragile as a child's building blocks.
"?!"
Gilkenif stood up abruptly, and for the first time, horror and...fear appeared in his deep purple eyes.
He instinctively gripped the armrest of the throne, his knuckles turning white, trying to suppress the trembling in his heart with his strength.
But that feeling of being watched lingered, like a shadow, impossible to shake off.
Fruda was kneeling on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold marble floor, his whole body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind.
He is hailed as the strongest magic chanter among humankind, and his perception of energy far surpasses that of ordinary people.
He could sense that the gaze did not seem to come from this world.
It was an existence that transcended the laws and was above all things; with just a glance, it almost froze his magic circuits.
"What exactly is it..."
He muttered to himself, his voice trembling with tears.
"A god?! Or...?"
Gilkenif stared intently into the void, trying to pinpoint the source of that gaze.
(Damn it) But all he could see was the sky outside the window and the empty hall.
That feeling of powerlessness was more suffocating than any sword or blade striking him.
He, the Blood Emperor, the tyrant who struck fear into the hearts of nobles, was now like a helpless child, exposed to unknown terrors.
A few seconds, or maybe longer.
The feeling of being watched receded like the tide.
Gilkenif's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed back onto his throne.
He was panting heavily, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and his face, which always wore a perfect smile, was now as pale as paper.
After a long silence, Gilkenif slowly raised his hand, his voice hoarse and low, devoid of its usual eloquence.
"...What...just happened?"
Fruda struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
"Your Majesty... there is... there is some incomprehensible supreme being..."
"Even you don't know..."
Gilkenif murmured softly.
"If that existence is a crisis, we must find a way to deal with it."
At this moment, the Blood Emperor's world underwent a tremendous change...!
Chapter 267 A Glimpse of the Star God, and the Shocked Natives of the Otherworld! (Part 2)
Before the silent shock of the Bahars Empire had subsided...
The power of the Star God in Baili has quietly crossed the continent and fallen on the Kingdom of Riestige in the west.
The reason he targeted these alien natives in advance was for the sake of the upcoming Envoy Plan.
Just like the mission objectives in various games, only by solving them can the mission be considered completed.
Therefore, Baili identified the important objectives of each country to facilitate future judgments on the girls who would embark on their destiny.
Of course, Baili did not deliberately hide or suppress his power.
The reason for doing so is also very simple.
This will raise the alert level of these countries and increase the difficulty of the mission.
If the native inhabitants of this other world were suddenly attacked, they would certainly be unable to put up an effective resistance and would only become fish to be slaughtered, which would be too boring.
Baili's glance serves both to lock onto the target and to alert the target.
Once the girls begin their mission, it is believed that various countries and regions will also take action.
After all, the natives of this other world are well aware of the chaos in this plane.
Monsters, demons, thugs, cults, bandits, ghosts, alien races, dragons, demi-humans, and rebels—all are beings we must be wary of.
For this reason, Baili had high expectations for the natives' performance.
Hopefully, it won't be an instant defeat...
Thinking this, Baili mobilized his power once again, transcending space and time. The power of the Star God, which had spread out from only the Imaginary Plane, now covered the Kingdom of Riestige!
In the royal gardens of the capital of the Kingdom of Rijeste.
Sunlight filters through the golden leaves, casting dappled shadows—a scene that should have been peaceful and serene.
However, the air seemed to freeze at that moment.
The kingdom's strongest warrior, Gödel Stroronov, stood respectfully beside the elderly King Lambusa III.
He took off his combat armor, revealing his strong physique.
His face was as resolute as iron, and his tiger-like eyes, which had slain countless demons, were now calmly recounting the details of recruit training.
"Your Majesty, I believe that we should focus on realistic combat simulations to improve the soldiers' coordination and responsiveness..."
King Rambushe III sat in a wicker chair, his thin hands resting on a cane, his gray hair trembling slightly in the breeze.
His complexion wasn't great, and his breathing was slightly weak, but the majesty of a former king still lingered in his eyes.
He nodded, gently swirling the teacup in his hand, about to speak.
—Right now.
An indescribable gaze descended upon them.
That wasn't wind, it wasn't light, and it wasn't magic.
Rather, it is a sense of oppression that transcends the five senses and strikes directly at the soul.
It was as if the weight of the entire universe had suddenly pressed down on their hearts.
Bang-dang——! !
Lambusa III's withered hand trembled violently, and the delicate porcelain cup slipped from his fingers, shattering on the stone slab and splashing tea everywhere.
His pupils contracted sharply, and he gasped for breath.
His withered, branch-like hands gripped his cane tightly, his whole body trembled violently, and his face turned from ashen to deathly pale; he almost fainted on the spot.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"
Gazef exclaimed in surprise, instinctively stepping forward to block the king, his right hand already on the hilt of the greatsword at his waist.
However, this warrior, hailed as the kingdom's strongest, felt an unprecedented fear surge from his spine straight to his brain.
His inner lining was instantly soaked with cold sweat, veins bulged on his forehead, and his muscles were tense to the limit, but he found that he couldn't even draw his sword.
That wasn't being restrained, but rather...
His body instinctively resisted any attempt to oppose him.
It was as if, in the face of that invisible being, resistance was tantamount to suicide.
"What...what is this?!"
Gerdoff's voice was hoarse and trembling, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. (Read thrilling novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
His pride in his strength, speed, and fighting instincts melted away like ice and snow under the sun under that incomprehensible gaze!
He had never felt so clearly how insignificant he was—like a speck of dust, drifting away in the wind.
King Rambushe III leaned back in his chair, breathing rapidly, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"Is God...is God punishing me?"
In the suffocating silence, a light footstep could be heard.
Princess Lana, carrying a silver pastry tray, happened to be walking along the garden path.
She was beautiful, elegant, and always wore her usual gentle smile.
However, the moment that gaze fell upon her, the tray in her hands clattered to the ground, and the delicate pastries tumbled to the floor.
Her smile froze.
But the next second, those originally gentle eyes were suddenly replaced by an indescribable, almost manic excitement.
Deep within her pupils, a dark fire seemed to burn, and the corners of her mouth uncontrollably turned upwards, forming a distorted and morbid arc.
"Gods...? The strange and beautiful Yi Ling Yi E Qi Jiu Ba Bian...!"
She muttered to herself, with a chilling obsession.
"...Finally...finally, a god has descended?...What a...wonderful feeling..."
Lana slowly crouched down, her fingertips gently touching a dusty cake, but her eyes were fixed on the sky, as if she could see the outline of that invisible entity.
Her breathing was no longer even, her chest heaved violently, and a strange expression appeared on her face, a mixture of ecstasy, longing, and a destructive desire.
"Father... Lord Gerdoff... are you afraid...?"
She whispered, her voice carrying a chilling coldness.
"But... I love it so much... It's like... being chosen by God..."
After saying this, Princess Lana raised her head and looked at the king and the warrior captain, who were still in shock.
The sickly smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by the gentle and submissive princess demeanor, and she said softly...
"Father! Warrior Captain! Are you alright? How did this teacup get broken? I'll have someone come and clean it up right away!"
However, no one noticed what happened the moment Lana turned to leave...
Her hands, hidden beneath her skirt, were clenching tightly into her palms, her nails digging deep into her flesh, drawing blood—all to suppress the hysterical laughter that threatened to erupt from her throat.
The Great Tomb of Nazarick.