Man on the ark, forced to become king

"And, um... what's your name again?"

"One-Armed Chainsaw Man? No, Vault Guardian? No, that's not right either... It's the Phoenix Destroyer?"

With each code name uttered, Fiameta's face darkened further. Just as she was about to unleash a torrent of fire from the Ursus snowfields at Mostima's head, the Emperor finally fell silent.

"Okay, that's not important. Anyway, miss, would you be interested in joining Penguin Logistics? Excellent benefits, guaranteed to satisfy you!"

"I have my own things to do."

Fiameta shook her head with a dark expression, her chest heaving violently, already planning how she would get revenge on Mostima the next time she saw her.

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Fiameta and Remuel were sent to Lungmen. Lin Lu only sensed their location vaguely and did not accurately determine their landing point.

Needless to say, the courtyard where the golden trees were planted, as well as all other places that stored golden leaves and could be used as teleportation coordinates, were under Wei Yanwu's control and posed no danger whatsoever, so it didn't matter where they were sent.

He has more important things to do now than such trivial matters.

It has to be said that Kronos unintentionally made a great assist.

Boom!

Inside the Great Blessing, Mostima had just recovered from the golden light of the teleportation when two arms passed through her hair, and Lin Lu's large face loomed large in front of her.

"..."

The blue-haired angel remained expressionless, taking a step back until his back hit the wall, at which point he finally spoke with a sigh.

"What do you want to do again?"

"I didn't want to do anything."

Lin Lu smiled happily, not moving any closer. Instead, she lifted a strand of blue hair and whispered, "Kronos said..."

"He's just a god who's been out of touch with modern society for who knows how long. What does he know? You believe what he says?"

"But you didn't deny it outright, did you?"

"..."

At such close range, Lin Lu could see Mostima's eyelashes tremble slightly. The blue-haired angel remained silent for a long time before uttering a few words.

"too fast."

"Huh? What's too fast?"

I don't deny that I do have feelings for you.

After the initial panic, Mostima quickly calmed down. She had traveled this land for many years, visited many countries, and seen all sorts of things. Once she figured things out, she wouldn't act like a clueless little girl—provided that no one else directly exposed her in front of the person involved.

That would be too embarrassing; even she would feel ashamed.

"In the Lateran people's understanding, this is a very serious matter, and we need more time to get to know each other."

"Really?"

Lin Lu wasn't very familiar with Lateran's customs, but he didn't really believe this explanation.

"I think you just want to run away, don't you?"

"No, I wouldn't do that, and I don't feel the need to solve problems by running away."

"So, you need time?"

"Yes, I need time to think and to understand, and I think you need time too."

"No, I don't need it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Lu released her hand from the wall and smiled broadly.

"Alright, we have plenty of time. You're free to think about it. Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years—it makes no difference to beings like us, does it?"

"kindness."

Mostima responded softly, her gaze lowered, a mixture of relief and disappointment in her eyes.

Perhaps she wasn't as calm as she appeared? Deep down, was she also expecting something?

Her complex emotions caused her to lose her composure, which was unusual for her.

Then, a warm touch spread across my cheek.

Chapter 125 She's getting anxious, she's getting anxious

"what are you doing!"

A few seconds later, Mostima finally reacted, staring wide-eyed at the smiling man in front of her, feeling a mix of emotions.

Angry? Not really.

She suddenly realized that she didn't seem to be rejecting it at all, and even... had a faint sense of anticipation.

This feeling was something I had never experienced before.

For a fleeting moment, she actually hoped that Lin Lu could continue...

What a shameless thought!

Mostima herself was ashamed of herself! How could she think that way!

"See? You don't actually need to think, do you?"

"I can give you time, because time is the cheapest and easiest thing for us to obtain."

"Perhaps one day in the future, you will suddenly realize that you made a choice a long time ago."

He's right, Mostima, why can't you look into your own heart?

A true strong person doesn't hesitate over trivial matters. Whether you admit it or not is irrelevant. To an observer like me, you two are partners, and I'm certainly not the only one who thinks this way.

Think about it: the unconscious closeness while walking down the street, the frequent recollections upon parting, and the intimate gesture you just made without rejection—did you close your eyes just now?

Don't deny it, it's the truth. If the same thing happened to that little bird, do you think she would react the same way you would?

'No, Fiameta will definitely dodge, then pull out her gun and load it with the most powerful bullet.'

Cronus's voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his heart, and Mostima answered almost without hesitation, then fell silent again.

Yes, if it were Fiameta, she would never tolerate such intimate behavior from a man, not even a kiss on the cheek.

Anyone who dares to do such a thing to her will be met with merciless gunfire.

However, she accepted it.

Not only do they accept it, but they also shamelessly crave more.

So, the facts are indeed very clear.

She really didn't need to think about it for longer, because she had already accepted it.

All those things I said before were just an excuse to avoid the issue.

Thinking of this, Mostima's face flushed again. She still had a small worry, which was real.

But isn't this too fast?

Considering the time she spent with Lin Lu, including their time working together at Penguin Logistics, it was only a few months, less than a year.

A year is nothing to an immortal species. Is it really enough to reach an infinitely long future?

What does this have to do with immortal beings?

Sometimes, making a decision only takes a few seconds. For example, I know two guys who have been fighting for thousands of years because they disliked each other from their first meeting.

'That's not the same thing at all!'

Mostima instinctively made a sarcastic remark, then became angry and shouted it out.

"Cronus! Stop hiding in the staff and spying!"

"I thought you should be used to it by now."

As soon as the words fell, the lock and key suddenly floated up on their own, as if grasped by two invisible hands, and touched together. The illusory clock appeared out of thin air, and the God of Time, shrunk to the size of a cat, walked out of the sealed space where He lived, shaking his head.

"Shut up! It's all because of you!"

Mostima was somewhat exasperated at this moment, her cheeks flushed a light pink, and she had completely lost her composure, stomping her feet and shouting.

If it weren't for you—

"If it weren't for me, you would have been agonizing over this for who knows how long. The thoughts of mortals are always so boring."

Cronus preemptively interrupted Mostima before she could finish speaking, leaping onto the round table in the middle of the hall, looking left and right, and gazing up at the surrounding walls.

"Is this the Golden Tree?"

"Yes, welcome to the Golden Tree, Kronos. Which weapons are you interested in?"

Lin Lu followed His words and did not disturb Mostima, who had obviously become flammable and explosive for the time being.

"I'm somewhat interested."

The cat-sized Cronus looked around and nodded, as if in a sigh.

“I can sense that these weapons have been used for a long time; they bear the marks of time. Some of them even contain a power that surprises me, and… the weight of history.”