Man on the ark, forced to become king

'Who asked you that...'

Dasmi’s devout posture sent a chill down Lappland’s spine, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

The 'owner' doesn't seem like a good person after turning someone upside down...

Texas...Is Texas like this now too?

The fanatical Texas... even the White Wolf Girl couldn't imagine such a scene.

"Texas is now working for...that person, just like you?"

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Lappland pursed her lips and carefully considered her words before asking.

Logically speaking, such fanatics are usually madmen who appear normal on the surface. Now that she is so weak and living under someone else's roof, she must be careful.

She's just crazy when she fights; she's not an idiot who can't understand the situation.

If he speaks without thinking and offends his "owner," this Golden Retriever, which currently seems normal, might suddenly go berserk. It's best not to provoke him.

"That's beyond my knowledge. My master's thoughts are as profound as the starry sky. How could someone as ignorant as me presume to fathom them?"

Dassim shook his head slightly, and what he said sent chills down Lappland's spine, giving him goosebumps.

"However, Miss Texas would not refuse to serve her master. That would be an immense stroke of luck. The master's power is as vast as the sky, and even natural disasters cannot compare to it. Moreover, the master has close ties with the higher-ups of Lungmen. Even the controllers of Lungmen and the kings of the underworld have to give the master face. Who would refuse the recruitment of such a powerful figure?"

"Ah, yes, yes, that's right."

Lappland now felt that this person was somewhat ill, and that he couldn't stop talking about his great master.

She responded casually, but her mind had already wandered elsewhere.

A big shot... a big shot who even the governor of Lungmen and the king of the underworld have to give face to. That's a level she can't even come close to. Perhaps only the bosses of the twelve families can be compared to him.

In any case, Texas really doesn't need her anymore now...

Following that master, even just as a subordinate or follower, is enough to inspire awe. The former Black Wolf assassin is no longer the same as before; he has probably long since lived the life of the upper class. After all, the prosperity of Lungmen is incomparable to a godforsaken place like Syracuse. Even someone like her has heard of Lungmen's reputation; their Lungmen currency can even circulate all over the world.

What about her?

Lappland looked down at herself; the bandages on her body and the lingering smell of blood were so glaring and repulsive.

She was still wallowing in the mud and among the dead, living a precarious life, and almost died in the pursuit. She only survived thanks to the help of others.

It really looks like... a stray dog.

And for the foreseeable future, she will continue to live like this until she dies in some corner or dies from an attack of Oripathy.

In a place like Syracuse, one cannot survive without power, but for an infected person, using power is tantamount to consuming life.

How much longer can she hold on?

One year? Three years? Or five years?

The Originium crystals on her thighs were a countdown etched onto her flesh, and Lappland knew very well that she was drinking poison to quench her thirst.

Holding a weapon is walking towards death; laying down your weapon will only hasten your death.

Texas is healthy, so she has the choice to leave Syracuse and go to Lungmen, or somewhere else.

But outside of Syracuse, no city would allow infected people to enter, leaving her with no choice.

Perhaps this isn't so bad?

A strange thought arose in the white wolf's mind.

Someone like her probably deserves to die in some unnoticed corner, in some battle.

She had originally planned to find Texas again sometime in the future to see what the future she had chosen would be like.

But now that Texas is doing so well, much better than expected, it would be better if that stray dog-like creature like her didn't show up.

Ultimately, she was just a part of that guy's past, unwanted trash.

If possible, it's best not to let Texas know about what happened today. She will repay this favor herself, even if it costs her life.

Thinking of this, the white wolf girl raised her head and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Dasmi, do you have any rivals or enemies? In return, I will kill someone for you, anyone will do."

"No, no, no, you don't need to do it. Don't misunderstand, I'm not doing this for your reward. That's of no use to me."

Dassim waved his hand in refusal, his mind starting to work.

Are you kidding me? How could he possibly let Lappland help him kill people?

This was an opportunity he had waited a long time for, a stepping stone to his bright future, and he absolutely could not afford any mishaps.

Considering the rumors about the White Wolf Assassin's modus operandi, he felt he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to find a way to contact that person now, lest things get complicated and he couldn't let what he had in his grasp slip away.

While rejecting Lappland, he closed his eyes and carefully tried to awaken the power dormant within him.

Chapter Four: Facing the Shadow of the Past, what is Black Wolf's Choice...?

Lin Lu still had some impression of Dasmi. After all, to be honest, that unlucky guy was the first decent opponent he encountered after coming to this world, and he wasn't weak by ordinary standards.

The main problem was that he was quite weak at that point in time. He could only grow the small golden tree in a flowerpot to absorb some free energy from the air. His body was very weak, even weaker than Chen's at that time.

Of course, this is not as important as hard criteria such as physical fitness.

Relying on his honed experience and skills, he was still much stronger than Chen in terms of combat power.

There is basically no comparison between a novice who has just graduated from school and has superb martial arts skills but no practical combat experience and a strongman who has slaughtered his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It must be said that Dassim was quite lucky.

At least back then, they could exchange a few blows and enjoy the fight. But now, with the Great Golden Tree standing tall on the land of Kazdel, brimming with power, Lin Lu would worry that a single punch might kill him, and he might not even have a chance to surrender.

Why would this guy suddenly contact the Golden Tree through a blessing?

How did he know how to use the blessing?

After remembering who it was, Lin Lu was a little puzzled.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't tell Darcy that the Blessing could be contacted by him after he tampered with that low-quality version of the Blessing.

That was just a casual move I made at the time, thinking I might need it someday, but I forgot about it after I got to Kazdel.

With the vast forest of Kazdel, who would even think of the meager gains in Syracuse?

"I, I'm going back first."

Theresa is ultimately too shy to handle things. She can barely tolerate being put on a leash when she's with the two of them, but being put on an intimate gesture like having her arm around her shoulder in front of others is beyond her current tolerance.

Lin Lu couldn't push her luck. She had promised to give them time, so she couldn't just go back on her word right away, could she?

"See, I told you I came at the wrong time?"

Watching the Demon Queen blush and hurriedly leave, Melina blinked and couldn't help but tease her.

"Why don't you make it up for me?"

Shaking her head helplessly, Lin Lu reached out and took the dim glow, rubbing it in her hand like a marble. With her other hand, she skillfully placed it on the girl's slender waist and asked, turning her head, "What did he say?"

"Can't you see for yourself? Don't move your hands around."

Melina rolled her eyes in annoyance and pressed down on the hand that was sliding around her waist.

They've been married for so long, she's used to it and isn't surprised at all.

"You've already seen it all, why should I bother? By the way, why are you back so early today? Weren't you guys doing that... you know what??"

Lin Lu looked up and saw two moons hanging in the sky. Although she wasn't wearing a watch, she could tell that it wasn't too late.

That restless director of that terrible movie from years ago recently claimed to be bursting with inspiration and has come up with a new script, keeping everyone busy. Logically speaking, he wouldn't stop until the middle of the night, so why is the show over at this hour?

Has she finally realized that even giving away free tickets to her terrible movies won't get her any audience, and is finally giving up?

"Shang Shu Drunkard vs. Dragon Gate Crab? Or 'The Nightmare Adventure of the Bored Painter'?"

"She actually prepared two scripts?"

Lin Lu was shocked. He really couldn't understand how such a bad movie could be conceived. What was the deal with these two names that were so subtle in every sense?

For some reason, just hearing those two names gives him a feeling of being hung up and beaten in mixed doubles.

This guy really has a thing for bad movies. Even a dog would shake its head at those kinds of things. Just hearing the name, no one would buy a ticket to see them, right?

"Not only that, there's a third set, but it doesn't have a name yet."

Melina didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She didn't know much about the culture of this world, and found it quite interesting. This was one of the reasons why she was willing to go along with Nian's antics. Their relationship had progressed rapidly these past few days.

"We were supposed to set up the scene today, but after much persuasion, we managed to coax Xi out to paint a scene for her. In the end, we couldn't resist, and now the two of them are fighting in the field. They'll probably be fighting until tomorrow morning."

"What did she do this time?"

At that moment, a string of guesses flashed through Lin Lu's mind. His evil deeds over the years were simply too numerous to count, so much so that he couldn't guess what the situation was this time.

That guy likes to tease Xi when he has nothing better to do, and then he gets chased and beaten up; he's used to it.

"While eating, she squeezed a tube of her secret hot sauce into Xi's wrap, and then, as you can probably guess."

Melina shrugged, feeling helpless about Nian's daily self-destructive behavior.

"Hedley tried to dissuade him, then accidentally got bitten on the butt by Xi's little pet, and also stepped on and blew up W's explosive Originium Bug. I healed him, and then I sensed a prayer pointing to the Golden Tree, so I came back to tell you."

“This… cough cough.”

Hedley is such an unlucky guy. Lin Lu even wanted to laugh a little, but she held back and steered the conversation back on track.