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Chapter 362. The Uncrowned King
This was a pure, almost overwhelming darkness, as if the entire world had sunk into a dark, silent sea in an instant.

Christine stood atop a distant mountain, silently gazing down at the silent world below.

In the eyes of the fool, this place is not shrouded in darkness, but still maintains the brightness reflected by idealism.

However, in the sky, there was a huge, suffocating black line that danced wildly, like living tentacles.

Countless threads spread to every corner of the continent, binding mountains, cities, and living beings tightly, like a giant cocoon being wrapped layer by layer by an invisible hand.

"Whoosh-"

A dark road stretched out from behind them. Xie Yan stood on this suspended black asphalt road and patted Christine on the shoulder from behind:
"The singer is gathering his strength. When we hear the organ playing, we begin our action."

Christine nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed ahead.

The dark asphalt road continued to stretch forward, and Xie Yan maneuvered the suspended road to the right, searching for the best angle of entry.

Christine's starting point was this mountain, so she stood quietly on the mountaintop with her hands in her pockets, looking at the red moon in the distance.

While waiting for the singer to gather her strength, Christine gazed at the sleeping world beneath her feet, somewhat dazed.

From an ordinary girl to the Fool Emperor standing atop the mountain, about to lead the Fools in a final assault, she has come a long way.

In my memory, it was a bloody and turbulent era—the society of talent was in turmoil, and the two major forces of light, Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals and the TV station, joined forces to suppress the Fool.

She was originally an abandoned child in a hospital in ordinary society, adopted by an old woman who collected scraps. Although life was hard, Christine was fortunate to be able to attend school through compulsory education in ordinary society. She studied desperately, as if it were the only light she could grasp.

Until that evening—as usual, she was wearing her faded school uniform, rummaging through abandoned trash cans for things she could sell, when she unexpectedly discovered a faded gift box.

Inside the box lay a silver crown, made of plastic, its fake gemstones long since lost their luster. Yet, in the eyes of someone who had never seen real jewelry, it still shone as brightly as a star.

"It can be exchanged for a lot of bread... Grandma won't go hungry anymore."

Little Christine carefully picked up the crown, stumbled over the pebbles, and ran towards her home under the bridge, her mind filled with her mother-in-law's contented smile.

However, all that awaited her was a floor covered in sticky blood.

In the once warm little home, stood a man in a black-eyed uniform. He turned around, his blood-stained leather boots crushing the rag doll his grandmother had sewn.

Christine saw those eyes lock onto her.

The man's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"The Fool...has finally returned—kill her!"

More than ten beams of innate light suddenly shone and rushed towards them.

Christine felt her whole body trembling.

A surge of intense anger and hatred swept over her, leaving her mind blank.

She clutched the plastic crown tightly, and just then, a low, suppressed voice echoed in her mind—it was her own voice, but with a chaotic and indistinct tone:

Why...must all suffering befall us? Why are some people born into a world mired in misery...?

[Adversity...pain...enveloping me so intensely it's suffocating...]

"...It's okay...it's okay...put on the crown and tell a little lie."

Climb the ladder of power through lies... Even if you cannot be truly crowned, you can still become an emperor...

As if by some strange twist of fate, Christine put the crown on her head.

The cheap crown burst forth with a dazzling light, illuminating her pale face.

She heard her own voice echoing in the air, blurry as if shrouded in fog:
"The one who wears the crown is the emperor; anyone who disrespects him shall be executed!"

That day, only she, covered in blood, emerged from the small house under the bridge; the rest of them all fell into the river of blood.

In a daze that day, Christine saw a figure in white robes appear ahead of her on the road.

She slowly walked forward, leaned close to her ear, and whispered:

Do you know why they wanted to kill you?

Christine shook her head blankly.

The man patted her on the shoulder and smiled slightly, saying, "Because... they're afraid of you."

"I'm afraid that one day you will completely overturn the world they control."

……

“Buzz————————”

A deep, resonant organ melody drifted slowly from the horizon, its sound both weighty and ethereal, carrying a sense of grandeur and elusiveness that seemed to transcend time and space.

The memory was abruptly cut off by the solemn music. Christine's eyes sharpened, and the momentary daze was instantly dispelled, replaced by a resolute fighting spirit that gathered deep in her pupils.

"Whoosh-"

"Whizzing--"

Almost simultaneously, Xie Yan on the right side made her move.

Without her moving, hundreds of black asphalt roads shot out from around her.

These roads tore through the air, slashing with a piercing shriek as they hurtled towards the wildly spreading black filaments in the sky.

A strong wind blew, lifting the hem of Christine's dress.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand to straighten the magnificent pure silver crown on her head—in the very center of the crown, a pigeon-blood-red ruby ​​shone with dazzling brilliance.

Christine's face was serious, and her voice was clear and majestic, resounding throughout the heavens and earth:
"Heaven and Earth, follow me on my expedition!"

"boom----"

"boom----"

The only response she received was the rumble of the earth beneath her feet.

In an instant, the vast land awakened its will, and the once solid ground transformed into surging, raging waves, shaking and undulating violently.

That was the cheers of the subjects upon seeing their king.

As far as the eye can see, mountains and rivers take on new forms. Every inch of land is her loyal warrior, and every rock is an extension of her will.

The wind whipped up her long, flowing hair, and the ruby ​​on her silver crown shone even brighter amidst the flying sand and stones.

Christine slowly raised her arm; her voice was not loud, yet it contained the power to command mountains and rivers:
"If only I had a towering mountain, ten thousand feet high, rising from the ground to support the heavens and subdue the world!"

"boom------!"

Countless majestic and precipitous mountain peaks burst forth from the earth, tearing through plains and ravines, rising from the ground with unstoppable force.

These mountains, like giant swords piercing the sky from the earth, crash with immense force into the twisted, eerie black lines in the sky.

The oppressive force from the mountains pushed the dark lines in the sky away from the ground, causing them to shrink into the high sky.

Just as they were trying to extend again—

"Buzz!"

A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air, and a massive silver sword wheel in the distance suddenly expanded, severing all the black lines.

The sword master's white figure then became clearly visible under the clear sky.

Beneath her feet was a pale halo that occasionally shimmered, a sign that a distant pipe organ was providing long-range assistance.

The man stood in mid-air, his gaze lowered, meeting Christine's on the ground.

Without a word, a perfectly coordinated operation was completed.

Sword Master nodded slightly in Christine's direction.

Christine met her gaze, a cheerful yet dignified smile playing on her lips.

The reason Jiang Jianxin saw black lines in the Tarot cards earlier is because they contained emotional truths. Emotional truths are branches of truth, so they present a partial form of the main body (black lines). The truth of the answer also presents a main form (subtitles, the words are composed of lines). The truth of time also has a main form (the anchor point is a silver line; the essence of the truth of time is a large cloud covering the world, composed of lines, and time itself is linear). All of this foreshadows that the essence of truth is a mass of black lines. Furthermore, the reason why truth has branches is because lines can fork and have ends.

Furthermore, the reason why Chi Piao didn't receive compulsory education is because she was born into a privileged society, which lacks a system to guarantee compulsory education.