Man on the ark, forced to become king

One side was cold and desolate, while the other was filled with singing and dancing.

Just by looking at the parking lot outside, one can tell what a luxurious scene the Marquis's mansion must be inside.

While commoners could only eat dry, hard bread, the nobles who held power dressed in fine clothes, enjoyed the enormous wealth they extracted from the people, and were immersed in their own world.

Perhaps their most important daily task is to dress in the most gorgeous clothes to attend banquets, put on a cold mask with a fake smile, speak insincere words, and enjoy one meaningless opera after another to show off their aristocratic status.

The singing from inside the courtyard drifted out of the mansion. With Theresia in tow, Lin Lu easily evaded the patrolling guards and entered. A drop of blood oozed from her fingertip, but it instantly healed under the power of the blessing.

Then, a pale blue light emanated from their palms, enveloping the two figures within it.

Combat Technique: Assassination Method - Eliminate your own existence and footsteps by self-inflicted injury, making the user's figure difficult to identify.

The magic of night—vanishing into nothingness—is also used by the assassins of the magic town of Seria, capable of obscuring their forms.

The two effects combined are enough to reduce their presence to an imperceptible level. Unless they make a big move, no one will notice them. At least, these bloated nobles don't have that ability.

"No matter how many times I've seen it, I just can't bring myself to like it."

The bulky-dressed nobles, holding wine glasses, chatted and laughed freely, their faces filled with nauseating hypocrisy. With just one glance, Theresa turned her head away in disgust.

"Most nobles are like this."

Lin Lu had anticipated the scene before her and was not surprised at all.

In the magnificent hall, a simply dressed songstress sang loudly, while the surrounding tables were filled with exquisitely prepared food, but no one touched it.

Tomorrow, they will all be dumped into the trash cans and sewers.

Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, frozen corpses lie scattered – this is no different from the past.

On the second floor of the hall, on the protruding terrace, Marquis Boris stood, raising his glass to the nobles below. His face was flushed, and his large body made him look like a fat pig.

This was a banquet exclusively for the upper class, and had nothing to do with the poor.

However, it is these disgusting hypocrites who determine the future of this city. Even though they are utterly useless, they can still plunder wealth and live a life of luxury by relying on the legacy of their ancestors.

It wasn't just Theresa who disliked it; Lin Lu also disliked it.

The difference is that Theresa's disgust stems from pity for the lower classes, while Lin Lu's displeasure comes from himself; he simply dislikes these people.

Lin Lu casually found an empty seat near a corner and sat down, her eyes fixed on the fat pig above it, waiting for an opportunity.

The banquet was in full swing, and Marquis Boris was enjoying being surrounded and flattered by everyone. With so many people around, it was clearly not a good time to make a move.

But it doesn't matter, there's still plenty of time. That fat pig can't possibly hold a banquet all night long, can he?

He will always have time to rest.

Ah, sing, dance, laugh!

What goes around comes around, and tonight's lavish banquet will be the last supper for these people.

When the sun rises again, Chernobog will be bathed in golden light.

"Can I sit here?"

The sudden sound made Lin Lu turn her gaze away and look up in surprise. A tall Liberian woman appeared beside her, her elegant red and white dress indicating her identity.

She held a glass of red wine in her hand, the bright red liquid swirling gently, leaving small streaks on the glass.

There's a feeling that's hard to explain.

With the combined power of magic and combat skills, no one should have noticed this place, but this woman did.

Not only did they notice, but they also came over and struck up a conversation.

"of course can."

After a moment's thought, Lin Lu nodded slightly and did not refuse. He also wanted to see what this woman wanted to do.

Their identities were not difficult to discern; their attire alone distinguished them from the many nobles gathered there, making them stand out from the crowd.

She discovered it, but instead of making a fuss, she took the initiative to approach him. What was she thinking?

"A boring banquet, isn't it?"

The Liboli woman sat down beside her, elegantly placing her wine glass on the table. A fake smile played on her lips as she glanced at the crowd and sneered, "A bunch of pleasure-loving fools. They haven't inherited a single bit of their ancestors' glory. These pigs put on fancy clothes and think they're noble. Isn't that ridiculous?"

...Did you insult yourself in that statement?

If we compare nobles to pigs, then you must be a noble, right?

The woman's attitude piqued Lin Lu's interest slightly; he was curious about what she really meant.

As a nobleman, why does he look down on other noblemen?

Well, such people are not uncommon among nobles, and even among nobles, there are different ranks.

The higher-ranking nobles look down on the lower-ranking nobles, and the nobles who think they are capable look down on fat pigs with bloated brains. So, which one is she?

Is he a self-righteous fool? Or a truly capable aristocratic outlier?

"Yeah, it's pretty ridiculous, but it has nothing to do with me."

"Are you two from Longmen?"

Seemingly noticing that Lin Lu wasn't interested in the topic, the woman smiled slightly, a hint of curiosity on her face.

"Yes, how did you figure that out?"

Meeting her gaze, Lin Lu looked down at his clothes and felt that they didn't have any Yan characteristics. Could it be that there was some label that he hadn't noticed?

"The clothing brands of both of you are only sold in Lungmen. They are local brands in Lungmen, and they are all still very new."

Hearing Lin Lu admit it herself, the woman's smile deepened, and she said softly, "Don't misunderstand, I have no ill intentions. I just want to exchange some information with you two, such as whether anything major has happened in Longmen recently."

"who are you?"

Lin Lu knew all too well whether anything major was happening in Longmen; in fact, it was all related to him.

But why did he tell this woman?

“Serolina, my name is Serolina.”

"I want to hear the truth."

Out of the corner of her eye, Lin Lu saw Theresa shake her head slightly, then tapped the table and narrowed her eyes.

No one can lie to the Sarkaz Demon King; if Theresa says it's false, then it must be false.

"Your female companion is very interesting."

The woman's smile froze for a moment, then faded slightly. After a moment of silence, she gave a new response: "You can call me... Koschche."

"However, you two, knowing too much about some things may not be a good thing. Are you prepared to pay the price?"

Ha! Hearing your real name comes at a price? Do you think you're some ancient god from beyond the stars?

You were the one who approached us and said your name, yet you expect us to pay a price?

If you're so awesome, why don't you just fly to the sky?

However, Kosichek?

Is it a coincidence or...

Lin Lu's eyes flickered, and she almost burst out laughing.

"Do you threaten me?"

"How can you call it a threat? Neither of you would want your identities to be discovered, and then be wanted and hunted by the Chernobog authorities, and perhaps even by the entire Ursus?"

"This is not something that is difficult to achieve. Sometimes, a single sentence can have a far greater impact than you might imagine, can't it?"

"very good."

Now, Lin Lu really couldn't laugh anymore. Her already bad impression of Chernobog plummeted even further. This so-called Koschche was even more annoying than that fat pig.

"Then, please begin your performance, and I will score you based on how well it is done."

The golden hue swirled in her eyes. Lin Lu sat motionless in her chair, but anyone who approached would find that the space had completely solidified, with even the finest dust particles frozen in their flight paths.

The eyes, shrouded in a faint golden light, swept over him lightly, yet Kosic felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles, as if his entire body was being pressed firmly into the chair by immense pressure from all directions, making it impossible for him to even move a finger.

It's him! It's him!

Her body was screaming alarms, but Koschke couldn't care less. All she wanted to do now was find a way to break free of the consciousness residing in this body and share enough information with the outside world.

He was very familiar with the power emanating from this man; it was exactly the same as the towering phantom of a giant tree that rose from the ground outside Dragon Gate City on the day the Dark Moon descended!

She had just experienced that kind of aura not long ago.

That unparalleled, terrifying control not only completely annihilated her body, but also blasted a huge breach in the outer wall of Chernobog, sending even the city's defensive cannons flying into the sky!

Why didn't I feel it just now? Was it the effect of some unknown, concealing spell?

If she had recognized this person from the very beginning, Kosichello swears she would never have spoken like that!

With the strength of this body, there is absolutely no possibility of escaping from this man!

Why would someone of this caliber appear in Chernobog, at a mere marquis's banquet?

Did you come for Marquis Boris?

Do not make jokes!

For such a powerful figure, what a load of rubbish marquis is, that's a joke!