They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 147 The Death of the King
Genjiro's voice was very soft, as soft as a falling cherry blossom, yet it stirred up a raging storm in the king's heart.

What he sought was never the power of a god.

The man who called himself "M," the man with a gentle mask but a deep abyss hidden in his eyes, Shigeru Miyamoto saw through this at first glance.

He did not promise a vague throne, nor did he outline a blueprint for immortality. Instead, he made a "request" that Genji could not and would never refuse.

These "ghosts" born in the darkness are like moths drawn to the light, willing to rush headlong into flames for a moment of warmth and light.

But for Genjiro, his light, from beginning to end, was only one.

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

Without warning, without any murderous intent, it was as if he had simply taken a step forward, but that step crossed the distance between life and death.

The dagger in his hand transformed into a chilling bolt of lightning, tearing through the frozen air between the two and aiming straight for the king's heart.

This is a battle between monsters.

Genji's figure moved so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception, leaving only a series of intersecting afterimages.

Each of his attacks was precise and deadly, yet his movements were as graceful as a dancer's.

On the other hand, the king had no skills whatsoever and relied entirely on his physical abilities to fight.

Its body, covered in white scales, was harder than steel. The wounds slashed open by the blade did not flow with blood, but with a silver liquid that shimmered with a faint light. The wounds began to heal in the next second.

However, the balance of power in the battle had been tilted in Genji's favor from the very beginning.

He had the upper hand, and the flashing blades were like mercury spilling onto the ground, completely enveloping the king.

But the face beneath the mask showed no sign of anxiety or defeat.

He was like a detached chess player, watching the pieces on the board that were at a disadvantage, his mind filled with nothing but calculation.

What a ridiculous betrayal.

In his grand plan, there can only be one victor in the final battle for the Holy Grail.

The throne of power and strength cannot be shared by two people, and in the end, only he can sit on it.

Whether it's the Demon Clan, the Snake Clan, or this pathetic pawn who thinks he's grasped a glimmer of hope, they're all just nourishment before he ascends to godhood.

Just as Genji's blade was about to pierce his chest again, a strange voice suddenly rang out in the secret room.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

The sound was like dry bones striking a dry wooden fish—monotonous and astringent, yet possessing a magical power that seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow and reach the soul.

The moment the sound rang out, Genji's fluid movements abruptly stopped.

His golden pupils contracted violently, as if something invisible was being forcibly stripped from his body.

His strength was rapidly draining away. His body grew heavy, his breathing became rapid, and the short sword that had been as light as a feather now felt as heavy as a mountain.

Finally, he could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees, panting heavily.

The mask on the king's face made a slight clicking sound, revealing an almost cruel smile.

He slowly stepped forward and picked up the fallen dagger from the ground.

"Since you've chosen betrayal, then die."

His voice was full of condescending mockery.

"You really think that guy named M can save you? How naive."

He seemed to relish the helplessness and despair of Genji at this moment, not in a hurry to act, but deliberately pausing for a moment, and whispering in a tone as if sharing a secret:

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you something interesting, something you might never understand even when you die." "Your bloodline has never had any problems. You're not a 'ghost,' you're a perfect 'emperor.'"

"Do you remember the things I gave you to drink in order to 'stabilize' your bloodline?"

Those aren't inhibitors; they're all the world's top-tier bloodline purification agents...

I just need an excuse, a reason to take you away from those troublesome guys, and to turn you into the sharpest knife in my hand.

The king stopped in front of Genji, looking down at him with no pity in his eyes, only a sense of pleasure at the prospect of seeing a perfect masterpiece shattered by his own hands.

All he wanted to see now was the guy who had ruined his plans, his face contorted with regret, pain, and despair.

However, he was disappointed.

"I already knew about this..."

A calm voice came from below.

The next moment, Genji slowly raised her head.

"you……"

The smile on Wang's face froze instantly, and his pupils contracted in extreme shock.

Those eyes... were still two burning, dazzling molten gold!

His clapper sound, his most secretive and powerful means of control, actually failed!
Before he could even react to this enormous change, an incredibly fast, cold light pierced through his jaw from bottom to top and into his brain.

No, it wasn't his knife.

It was Genji's own sword, and somehow it had returned to his hand.

"Why... why..."

The king's mouth made indistinct sounds that he could not understand.

He had personally performed the pontomedullary separation surgery on Yuan Zhinü when she was young.

The purpose of that surgery was to completely separate his "human" side from his "dragon" side, forming two independent personalities.

By stimulating him with sounds of a specific frequency, his vulnerable side as a "human" can be forcibly awakened, suppressing his bloodline as an "emperor"... This should have been a foolproof insurance policy!

"Goodbye, teacher..."

Yuan Zhinü's voice remained calm, as if she were doing something insignificant.

He exerted force with his arm, the blade slashed horizontally, and the knife fell with a swift motion.

The king's head flew into the air, his face still bearing an incomprehensible look of astonishment and confusion.

In the final moments before his life was completely extinguished, he suddenly realized a fact that terrified him even more.

The mastermind behind it all not only convinced Genji, but also knew everything about her most crucial secret—the method of controlling the clapper sound—and had taken precautions in advance…

He was not completely ignorant of himself!
After doing all this, Yuan Zhinv stood up and glanced at the seemingly ordinary necklace hanging around her neck.

When Miyamoto Shigeru handed this to him, he only said one thing: "When you go to see the king, no matter what happens, do not take it off."

He hadn't expected that this thing would be such an exquisite alchemical artifact.

The moment the clapper sounded, the necklace was activated, and an invisible domain instantly unfolded, completely repelling the air within a meter around his body, forming an absolute vacuum called "Dustless Land".

Without air as a medium, sound cannot be transmitted.

With his "Emperor" level physique, he wouldn't be affected at all in this brief period of anaerobic environment...

(End of this chapter)