They don't want me to try anymore.

A few hours later.

Richard slowly woke up and opened the system again.

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I need to do experiments during the day, so I'll probably have to update at night from now on.

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Chapter Ninety-Four: Simulated Summary and the Beginning of the Competition

The simulation results have been generated.

[Life Summary: Richard Targaryen, you participated in the Easter tournament. Although you did not win the championship, you became famous. However, few people know that you were threatened by the Lord of Firehorse during the tournament and watched helplessly as hundreds of your compatriots perished at sea.]

You harbor deep resentment and, while developing your career, you also accumulate the strength for revenge. However, due to underestimating the enemy's protection, you ultimately fail at the last hurdle.

You voluntarily surrendered, entered the central prison, and after learning some of the gods' secrets, you easily escaped and went straight to the North to relay the message to the Goddess of Night—however, because you were deceived, you did not succeed.

On your return journey, you encounter numerous obstacles, eventually joining forces with Luvia and becoming her secret advisor, working together to change the empire. Over the years, the results have been remarkable.

However, Norton I's illness disrupted the plans, forcing you to become involved in the struggle for the throne prematurely. Although you cleverly led the eldest prince out of the vortex and even killed your enemy, the Grand Duke of Firehorse, along the way, you still lost the civil war due to the vast difference in strength.

You and Luvia were banished and trapped on a secluded island in a fantasy world, with no way to escape. But it is precisely in this desperate situation that you were able to stay away from the strife, grow old together, and spend your happy twilight years surrounded by your children and grandchildren.

[Overall Assessment: A conman who deceives the gods, a habitual escapee, a shadow advisor, an avenger, and a savior]

[Hardcore Index: 85]

[Gained 8 free attribute points]

[Gain 3 optional features]

[Shadow Advisor - You can better conceal your true strength (You can't see me, you can't see me)]

[Save the Emperor - You can designate one member of the royal family each day to reduce damage taken by 50% for the next minute (this applies to any member of the royal family, including yourself)]

[Ten Years of Revenge - When you are truly determined to kill your opponent, your attributes increase by 5% (There's only one reason you'll fail: you've angered me!)]

The feature rewards are pretty good...

However, Richard was more concerned with a brief summary of his life.

I failed to relay the message to the Goddess of Night? What does that mean? Isn't that the Temple of Night?

No wonder there was no reaction!

We can try this again in the future...

Furthermore, who exactly deceived me? This also needs further investigation…

Since there were no more clues, Richard temporarily put aside his thoughts, pulled up the attribute table, and added 3 and left 5 as usual.

The new attributes are as follows:

Name: Richard Targaryen

[Race: Human]

[Rank: Silver Beginner]

【Strength: 25】

[Agility: 35]

[Physique: 25]

【Spirit: 90】

【Magic Power: 85】

【Charm: 60】

After adding the points, he reflected on the simulation.

I would say it was quite rewarding.

It is almost certain that as long as the conservative faction suffers a major defeat in the early stages, and the Crown Prince is not taken away by the enemy in one fell swoop in the later stages, the empire will likely fall into a brief civil war.

Although the conservatives he supports are unlikely to win, internal strife turning into a civil war would still severely deplete the empire's strength. And if Vanderbilt and Divine Grace Island could intervene appropriately, perhaps even more surprises would unfold…

In short, the path to saving Connaught seems to have become a little wider.

Richard let out a breath, looked at the still pitch-black sky outside, patted his cheeks to cheer himself up, got up and went to the table, opened the magic textbook he had been reading for half a day, and continued reading.

Katyusha, who was next door, heard the noise, quietly opened her door to take a look, and then came out to light a lamp for Richard without even changing out of her pajamas.

As he caught a whiff of fragrance behind his ear, Richard said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"I haven't had as much trouble as Your Highness..."

Richard smiled and said nothing more, focusing on his book.

No matter how powerful he is in the simulation, it's still fake. To achieve his ideal future in reality, he still needs to be down-to-earth!

Let's focus on preparing for the big competition in three days!

Oh no, there are only two days left...

Time flies when you're working hard.

On Easter Sunday.

The entire city of Idaril was immersed in the festive atmosphere.

But compared to the various folk celebrations, the most eye-catching event was indeed the martial arts competition that brought together geniuses from most of the world.

At this moment, nearly 100,000 spectators have taken their seats in the magnificent arena, excitedly awaiting the start of the match.

On the high platform to the north of the arena, there was a box with the best view and the most stringent security. Seated inside were the true dignitaries of the empire, and...

Norton I himself.

"Lord Tolly, I heard that your daughter is also participating in this competition?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lauren Tolly looked at the thin, hunched old man with a wrinkled face beside her and answered respectfully.

"I remember her name was Catherine, right? She's grown up so fast..."

Norton I gave a rather benevolent smile, and as he spoke, he closed his eyes, seemingly taking a nap.

If someone who didn't know the situation saw this scene, they would only think he was an ordinary old man. Who would have thought that he was the emperor of the current empire, which is full of martial virtue, and he was only in his fifties?

However, the other people in the private room were already used to this scene.

The upper echelons of the empire knew that Norton I had suffered a spiritual injury in his youth, causing him to age much faster than normal, a condition that even the power of magic could not remedy.

Currently, only miracles performed by the Church of Order can significantly slow down this phenomenon, which is why Norton I is now making many concessions to the Church.

Snoring snoring...

Before long, the emperor himself fell into a deep sleep.

Many people began to whisper among themselves.

The private box was very large. In addition to the emperor and Lauren and other top-ranking officials in the front row, there were many middle and lower-ranking officials accompanying the emperor in the back row.

In a corner, two guards whispered among themselves about the contestants.

"This time, the champion should be Captain William. Although he is not as invincible as Lady Luvia back then, the gap between him and the others is still very obvious."

"I think Miss Catherine's team is quite strong, so they might have a chance... But then again, aren't there two foreigners on that team? What if they actually get a good ranking? Wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?"

"Now that you mention it, it's true. The title of champion in the Easter competition is precious and glorious, and we can't let foreigners take it!"

"I suppose we should make some discreet arrangements..."

Just as the two were getting into a heated conversation, a third voice broke in.

"It's not the title that glorifies the person, but the person who glorifies the title... A fair competition, where the rightful winners win, is what makes a championship meaningful."

The guards suddenly felt a prickling sensation on their backs. They looked up and found that Norton I, who had just been sleeping like a slumbering old man, was now slightly turned to the side, looking at them with deep and oppressive eyes.

The contrast before and after was so great that it made people wonder if the emperor had become a completely different person.

They began to tremble: "Your Majesty, we..."

"Haha, don't be nervous, you were just saying it casually, and so was I..."

Norton I yawned, and the imposing aura he had just exuded dissipated completely.

He turned back to look at the arena, and then...

Then it started snoring again.

Meanwhile, the guards' superior walked over with a cold face and glared at his subordinate.

The atmosphere inside the private room became solemn for a moment.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere outside was becoming increasingly heated.

"There are so many people..."