Man on the ark, forced to become king

Lin Lu spoke with a smile, and the information contained in her words made Theresa's pupils shrink instantly.

"Didn't you want to reorganize Babel into a medical organization for all infected people? Didn't you want to save as many infected people as possible? Then, from now on, Babel will be merged into the Golden Tree. You should know very well what the power of gold means. What you can't do, I will do."

"Those remaining people with the Tower of Babel can't do anything. The development of a cure for Oripathy is a long way off. Your ideals can only remain dreams."

“But I can, the golden tree can.”

"Relying on the power of blessing to cure Oripathy could make you an enemy of all nations, which is not a wise move."

The power from the Golden Tree flowed through her veins, and Theresa knew very well what this power meant and how tempting it was.

Once the blessing spreads widely, it will inevitably attract the covetous eyes of the greedy. Moreover, no country would want its citizens to be subject to the control of other forces. Unlike healing potions that can be analyzed and replicated, the stronger the binding force exhibited by the Golden Tree Blessing, the more it will arouse their fear.

At that time, a major war will probably be inevitable.

Kazdel has tried to fight the entire world before, and the consequences are clear.

Compared to Kazdel, which once boasted a rich history and vast territory, the Golden Tree's fate will only be more tragic.

"Although I have no intention of vying for power, I know the suffering of the common people. On a whim, I wanted to do something."

Compared to Theresa's worries, Lin Lu was not afraid at all.

To be at odds with the whole world?

Let's not even talk about whether it will actually come to that, and even if it does, so what?

Once the Golden Tree receives its blessing, those infected struggling at the very bottom will become its warriors. When the Golden Tree further evolves into the Life Furnace form, any enemy who opposes it will know the terror of gold.

With the Golden Tree at his back, he will possess an immortal army. The fallen warriors will be recaptured under the blessing, and the enemies they slay will become nourishment for the Golden Tree to grow stronger.

He is not the defeated Demon King of the past, nor is the Sarkaz blessed by the Golden Tree who can only rely on Originium magic.

Facing the seemingly invincible Golden Legion, who grows stronger with each battle, who will become whose nightmare?

The larger the scale of the war and the longer it lasts, the faster the Golden Tree will grow. One day it will cover the sky like it does at the border, penetrate deep into the earth, interfere with the laws governing the world, and reappear the 'Golden Law'.

By then, who will be at odds with the world?

The highest point he can reach at the border is the 'King of Elden,' the companion of the gods.

But here, the golden tree belongs entirely to him. He can completely control the power of the golden tree, and it is not impossible for him to eventually reach the height of supreme will.

He can do even better what the demigods could do back then.

Terra's industrial civilization is indeed much more advanced than that of the Borderlands, but can their giant ships, cannons, and proud mobile cities withstand the meteorite that will destroy the Eternal City?

Can their strong resist the crimson corruption that corrupts everything and the mad fire that burns the world?

Are their gods capable of facing the predetermined death that ends their eternal existence?

Therefore, Lin Lu didn't think that he was the one who should be worried; it was the natives of this world who should be the ones to worry.

He can run around freely and laugh as he pleases, and he can talk to anyone on an equal footing.

But when he really wants to do something, he has to think about everyone in the world.

Are they ready to face the power of gold?

"Do I have the right to refuse?"

Feeling the golden blood flowing through her body, Theresa knew she couldn't refuse Lin Lu's request, and neither could Kal'tsit.

Aside from silently praying that Lin Lu wouldn't go too far, there was nothing they could do.

Since he wants the Tower of Babel, then give it to him.

"You can have more faith in me; time will tell."

Amiya was fine, and Lin Lu's mood immediately brightened as she got her hands on the entire Tower of Babel.

He wasn't just making things up; the little rabbit incident served as a catalyst, bringing his future plans forward to the present, but it wasn't a big deal.

The golden trees in Kazdel are growing exceptionally well, and W has taken new golden tree saplings to Syracuse, which is also a suitable place for planting trees. With multiple trees flourishing, the time when the golden trees reach their Forge of Life form is not far off, it could even be said that—

—It's right before our eyes.

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'Finally found a chance to escape.'

Bathed in the soft moonlight, Lappland glanced back at the brightly lit bar and breathed a small sigh of relief.

Although she was always considered crazy, compared to the extremely pure Dasmi in the bar, she felt that she was quite normal.

She might have acted a bit crazy during the fight, but that guy was constantly oscillating between having an episode and preparing to have one. Being around someone like that was like sitting next to a bomb that could explode at any moment; the psychological pressure was immense.

At first, she wanted to find an opportunity to escape, and after repaying this favor, she would try to get rid of the pursuers.

Right now, Lappland just wants to find a way to get herself to Lungmen and see what's going on in Texas.

The White Wolf Girl was very worried that her old friend might also become as crazy as Darcy. The so-called 'master' they worshipped was definitely not a decent person, and was probably a psychologically twisted pervert.

What normal person would have subordinates like that?

At most, she might say something like "I'll turn you into a mille-feuille" before a fight, but she enjoys the fight itself, not the killing.

But that Dasmi seems to have a morbid obsession with killing people with his own hands, and even shows an expression of enjoyment and lingering satisfaction after killing someone.

Perverted, really too perverted.

Lappland can assure you that she has never met such a pervert in all her years of life.

If she didn't find a way to escape, she suspected that she would also be affected and become mentally unstable.

You know, she didn't dare to sleep a wink during the few days she was recuperating in the bar, afraid that the guy might suddenly have an attack and slaughter everyone.

This isn't just a thought; it's a very real problem.

She'd rather run away and continue being hunted than stay with someone like that.

'Let's go to the black market and see if we can buy a ticket to Lungmen.'

Thinking this, the white wolf girl dared not linger there any longer. Grabbing her twin swords, she jumped off the roof and disappeared into the dark alley.

She didn't know where the black market was in this city and needed to find out, but she was definitely going to go.

If his subordinates have become so deranged, I can't even imagine what kind of 'master' he is who brainwashes people into mental illness. He must be a great demon who eats human flesh, drinks human blood, and kills people for fun every day.

Facing Darcy alone is enough to drive anyone to the brink of a mental breakdown, so Texas must be having a terrible time with that master. As a close friend, Lappland feels she has to go and save her old buddy without delay.

Whether Texas wants to see her or not, she's going!

If they had gone earlier, Texas might still have been saved.

Yes... In Lappland's mind, Texas has probably been brainwashed into a psychopathic killer by now. She has prepared for the worst. If Texas becomes the second Dasmi, she will take the initiative to kidnap her from Lungmen and find a good doctor to treat her.

As for the possibility of being chased after escaping...

She didn't have time to care anymore. Anyway, those guys had been harvested several times by that pervert Dassim, so there probably weren't many people left to relentlessly hunt her down.

Moreover, even if she were to die outside, she would absolutely never want to go back and face a highly mentally ill person again; that would be the most painful torture.

Seeing the look of excitement mixed with bloodlust and enjoyment on Dashimi's face, the white wolf girl couldn't help but shudder and ran even faster.

But what she didn't notice was that in the shadows behind her, a bright red color flashed silently, and a blurry shadow passed through the darkness, following behind her.

It's like... a hunter who has his sights set on his prey, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Chapter Eleven: The Werewolf Hunter and the Wolf

Black is the dominant color of night in Syracuse.

The wolves chased the moon, and the cold moonlight shone down, creating shadows.

During the day, the city still maintains a certain order, thanks to the rules established by the powerful families. Gangs are not allowed to take action against civilians without authorization.

After all, someone has to be responsible for production in order for resources to be available for enjoyment. The existence of gangs is also based on the foundation of civilian society, and unbridled chaos does no good for anyone.

Even the fiercest wolf pack will die of hunger if no one raises lambs; even the most powerful family will collapse if it loses its core members without the replenishment of fresh blood.

Small families only care about killing and plundering because they cannot survive without doing so.

However, the vision of large families is not so narrow. As the true rulers of Syracuse, they hardly need to worry about survival anymore. Instead, they need to find ways to live better and make the family stronger.

Fine wines, gourmet food, luxurious decorations and clothing, and all sorts of convenient modern industrial products—these resources don't just spring up out of thin air. Even if they're traded from the outside world, you need to offer something of equal value.

The common people living in Syracuse are the 'lambs' they raise.

These sheep need to be well cared for, and they must not feel threatened or unable to survive, in order to produce more value.

Thus, a customary rule was established: ordinary people in Syracuse could live and work normally during the day, while gangs would keep a low profile and try to maintain a semblance of order and peace. Even if a fight was to break out, they would try to find a secluded corner.

However, the false peace only exists during the day; the real Syracuse is at night.

The night here follows the most primal law of the jungle: the survival of the fittest.

Ordinary people dared not go out at night, and even family members of all sizes had to travel in groups to avoid being targeted by enemies.

However, such unspoken rules are meaningless to true strongmen.

The werewolf hunter is such a powerful being.

If gangs are terrifying entities that Syracuse's common people absolutely cannot mess with, then werewolves are the nightmare legends circulating among the gang's upper echelons.

Someone was hunting wolves in the dark of night—it sounds like a scary story meant to frighten children.