Man on the ark, forced to become king

Nian looked up at Xi, received a slight nod, and then stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Amnesia is to be expected. Hey Theresa, stop messing around with your dumplings and come take a look."

"Ah? They're here."

Upon hearing this, Theresa put down the wrecked, oddly shaped pieces of dough she was holding and walked over, her face still covered in dough pieces.

The Demon Lord of Kazdel can do anything, including cooking!

However, this specialty food of Yan Kingdom... I have to admit, it is indeed a bit difficult. Even though Nian has demonstrated it once, she has not been able to learn it on the first try and is still trying.

"Well... I don't really have any ideas either."

With just one glance, Theresa could roughly tell what state Surtr was in, and shook her head, indicating that she was powerless to help.

"Her memories are fragmented, like many personal memories mixed together. Perhaps the memories of all the previous owners of this sword are stored inside?"

“This situation is difficult. With so many fragments, I can’t tell which ones belong to her and which ones belong to others. Moreover, there may be broken or incomplete parts during the fusion process.”

"Do you remember your name?"

Theresa asked softly, and Surtr looked at the pink-haired woman in front of him, feeling an inexplicable sense of closeness, as if they were connected by blood.

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded, a glimmer of hope appearing in her eyes.

“My name is Surtur, and Levadin, are you my family?”

“In a sense, yes, because the Sarkaz are all connected by blood. Every Sarkaz is my family, and you are no exception.”

With a gentle smile, Theresa reached out and ruffled the girl's hair. Surtr subconsciously narrowed her eyes; she didn't mind such intimate contact.

Not only did she not reject it, her body's instincts were driving her to get closer.

The Demon King is the ruler of the Sarkaz. Their ancient bloodline gives all Sarkaz an instinctive sense of closeness and respect when facing the Demon King, and this instinct does not diminish even if they lose their memories.

"If you're willing, I'll be your older sister from now on. My name is Theresa."

"Um... Sister Theresa."

Surtr forced an awkward smile and leaned against Theresa, who felt very safe.

The loss of memory left her confused, unsure of where she came from, where she was going, or what she was supposed to do. Following her instincts, she wanted to get closer to the person in front of her.

Theresa opened her arms and embraced the amnesiac girl, gently stroking her hair. A gentle power flowed into the girl's body through physical contact, and the Demon King's power seeped into her shattered memories, bringing order to the chaos.

Of course, he also successfully smeared the flour on his hands onto the girl's head.

She couldn't restore Surtr's past memories, but she could organize those scattered memories so that they wouldn't impact Surtr's consciousness in their confusion.

"Look at them, and then look at you."

Seeing the heartwarming scene of the sisters embracing, Nian glanced disdainfully at the little girl next to her, and still couldn't hold back her words.

"All you do is stay home and eat snacks. You're not cute at all!"

"Huh, childish."

After many bickering sessions, Xi gradually found a way to deal with Nian. No matter what she said, she would just pretend not to hear it. Anyway, if no one paid attention to her, she would quiet down on her own.

However, she couldn't help but retort.

"I'm so childish, I'm so childish! Come here, Xiao Chen, let your big sister give you a hug!"

Nian gave Xi a provocative look, then turned around and was about to hug Chen.

"This...maybe we shouldn't?"

Chen was in a dilemma. She seemed to see that Nian's fingers still had a lot of chili flakes on them. If he smeared them on his body, it would be very uncomfortable.

Even if it wouldn't get on her skin, she didn't want to get her new clothes dirty.

"Ah! You've become unlovable too!"

"Go away, go make your hotpot, don't bully Xiao Chen."

Melina put down the vegetables in her hand, pulled Chen into her arms, and angrily rebuked him.

Holding him in someone's arms, Chen looked miserable, angry but unable to speak out.

There's nothing she can do; she's the only weakling here.

She was too weak and powerless; she couldn't beat anyone and had no ability to fight back.

The key point is that these people can all be considered her master's wives, and she must maintain good relations with them; she absolutely cannot offend them, otherwise how will she...

"You guys are bullying Xiao Chen again."

The courtyard gate opened, and Lin Lu walked in carrying a huge ice puck. As soon as she entered, she saw Chen being held by Melina, his face full of resistance, and she felt a little helpless.

"You're back?"

Melina was taken aback, her eyes fixed on the huge ice ball. Chen seized the opportunity, quickly slipped out of her arms, and snuggled up to Lani, who was calmly sitting on the stool stirring the minced meat.

For her, the quiet and reserved Lani made her feel safer; at least she wouldn't hug her all the time or say strange things to tease her.

"This is... a giant evil god?"

Through the frozen shell, Melina saw the contents inside the ice block: a huge eyeball. The pattern on the pupil resembled two circles formed by swirling flames, guarding the central pupil.

She had seen this thing on the summit of Giant Mountain. The last fire giant who fought Lin Lu there had unleashed the power of the evil god, and such an eye had appeared on its chest.

"A small fragment of the evil god is useless and can't be extracted into any valuable information. I'll take it back to feed the golden tree later."

As Lin Lu spoke, she suddenly felt a burning heat emanating from the frozen eyeball in her hand, which lit up slightly, and the outer layer of ice seemed to be melting.

Meanwhile, another force emerged not far away, echoing the active gazes.

Turning her head, Surtr pulled away from Theresa's embrace, the two-handed greatsword she was holding gleaming faintly.

"Is Levadin in fear, in desire... wanting... wanting to... devour?"

Surtr held the two-handed greatsword in his hands, looking somewhat confused, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

She could sense the emotions Levadin was conveying—fear of the man and a desire to devour him—leaving her unsure of what to do.

Having lost her memory, she didn't understand how to handle such an accident, nor did she understand why Levadin was conveying fear.

She didn't understand, but Lin Lu did.

Her gaze shifted between the eyeball and the fiery red greatsword. After a moment's thought, Lin Lu understood what was going on.

Fear, that's easy to understand, it's because they're afraid of being beaten.

After all, he had torn apart a divine fragment on the top floor of a hotel in St. Petersburg, so it was normal for that thing to instinctively fear him.

As for desire, it is about devouring.

That's even simpler.

The sword named Levadin is actually a fragment of a deity who controls the power of fire. Although no consciousness resides within it, it still craves to devour power of the same origin to replenish itself.

Coincidentally, the evil god worshipped by the giants also wielded the power of fire, and when the two collided, they naturally wanted to devour each other.

In that case... could we feed these big eyes to Levadin?

With this thought in mind, Lin Lu suddenly wanted to make a small attempt.

If Levadin were to devour some fragments of the Flame God, would Surtr be able to gain control of a portion of the god's power?

Chapter 115 A Rare Warmth

"No, this is too dangerous."

Upon hearing Lin Lu's idea, Theresa's first reaction was to disagree.

Usurp authority? Is God's authority so easily usurped?

Moreover, according to Lin Lu, it was a fragment of an outer god from outside the world. Who knows what the reaction would be after it was swallowed?

Blindly attempting such a dangerous line of sight with completely unknown consequences would be irresponsible towards Surtr's safety, and she could not accept it.

"Yes, seizing power is such a thing..."

Nian also became serious and said solemnly, "There have indeed been such precedents in history, but in the final analysis, the external gods you speak of are different from gods like us."

"The fusion of an existence from outside the world with fragments of a behemoth could very well lead to unforeseen changes. We cannot allow innocent people to bear unknown risks just to see the outcome, especially since it could directly endanger their lives."

"The evil god worshipped by the giants is not pure fire. He has a powerful ability to bewitch. Even the monks sent by the Golden Tree to guard the fire were corrupted by the evil god's power. How can a little girl with confused memories fight against such power?"

Melina also expressed her opposition.

She had a deep understanding of the evil god's flames and knew that they were not a power that could be easily controlled. Without a firm will and overwhelming strength, one would be handing oneself over to the evil god of flames.

The fire-wielding martial arts cultivators responsible for guarding the Giant Snow Mountain at the border serve as a cautionary tale.

They were once the most loyal guardians of the Golden Tree, sent by the Eternal Queen Marika to the Giant Snow Mountain to guard the last embers. Those entrusted with such important tasks were all warriors with unwavering will. Even they could not stop the corruption from the evil god, and abandoned the Golden Tree to embrace the flames.

Not everyone is like Lin Lu, able to resist the temptation of power itself.

Moreover, this is different from W's fire prayer. This is a fragment that comes directly from the evil god of fire itself, and its harm is far greater than that of ordinary prayer. Perhaps Surtr will be able to control such power in the future when he fully controls the fragments of the gods. For now, well...

It's not even close.

"Since you all object, then forget it. However, we can keep this thing for now and suppress it in the Great Blessing. It might come in handy in the future."

With his wives all objecting, Lin Lu naturally wouldn't insist on going her own way.