He became the White-Haired Evil God after wearing the Seven Curses Rings.

"With this effort, we would be better off building more practical buildings."

Upon hearing this, Melos instantly understood Thanatos's meaning.

"You mean, instead of these decorations that people probably won't even look at, I should build something useful, like a building that can produce food?"

Seeing Thanatos's tacit approval, Melos immediately understood.

"Thank you, Mr. Thanatos. Now I know what to do. Don't worry, as the best architect in Sri Lanka, I can easily make these little things."

After saying that, Melos left the room.

In the blink of an eye, he gathered a group of Voidlings to begin construction.

Before long, the entire Void Hive, under Melos's leadership, began to bustle with activity once again.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't I go and see my lord at this time?"

Thinking of this, Thanatos took out three large bags of pastries from his storage space.

"I didn't notice that my lord was resting when I went last time, so I should knock on the door first this time."

With that, Thanatos flew to the top of the palace with the pastries and arrived at Xie Bai's door.

"Thump"

"Knock knock"

No one responded.

Thinking that Xie Bai might still be sleeping, Thanatos decided to wait a little longer.

"..."

And so, two hours passed.

Thanatos decided to knock on the door again.

"Thump"

"Knock knock"

Still no response.

……

"Master...Master Roland, are you telling the truth?"

O'Leon excitedly grabbed Roland and kept asking questions.

"Father...he...he...he bravely sacrificed himself to protect the empire!?"

"Is all of this true?!"

Seeing Orion's heart-wrenching excitement, Roland couldn't help but show a hint of disdain.

"You brat, are you that happy that the Emperor is dead...?"

Orion was stunned when he heard this, but then he quickly realized what was happening.

"No, Master Roland, I'm too excited—no, I'm too heartbroken!"

"As you know, as my father's son, I admire my father the most!"

"I also know clearly that my valiant and skilled father is not only my father, but also the emperor of the empire's millions of subjects!"

"I, as his son, have personally witnessed how much he has sacrificed for this empire. I know clearly how great and glorious my father is. Just to protect the empire, he has protected it for a full three hundred years! Three hundred years!"

"I've only lived for 150 years, while my father protected the empire for 300 years. Isn't that great!"

"You're telling me now that my great father is dead, and that he died for the entire empire... how can I not be heartbroken?"

At this point, Orion's nose tingled, and before she knew it, a tear had fallen.

"..."

Roland shook his head helplessly at Orion's behavior.

"So, do you want to inherit the throne?"

Instantly, Orion held his breath.

He turned his head in a daze, looking at Roland in disbelief.

"Master Roland...were you just talking about...inheriting the throne?"

Roland listened to Orion's rapid breathing and spoke with great difficulty.

"What, you don't want to inherit it?"

Almost the instant those words were spoken, Orion grabbed Roland's sleeve and kept shouting.

"I want...I want...I want to be emperor so badly, I dream about it all the time...I, I, I want it so badly!"

Seeing that Orion was almost kneeling on the ground, Roland quickly pulled him up.

"Alright, alright, get up now. With the Emperor's will, the throne is definitely yours. If you don't get up, when the Second Prince returns from his expedition, I will change the will to let him inherit the throne."

Upon hearing this, Orion immediately stood up.

He suppressed his excitement and, with immense grief, grasped Roland's hand with great difficulty.

"Alright, alright, Master Roland, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you. But please, please don't let that warmonger return to inherit the throne. You know, our empire can barely withstand any more expeditions."

As he spoke, Orion loosened his clenched hands, spun around in place, and muttered something from time to time.

"The throne... the throne... it's actually the throne! I, the dignified eldest prince of the empire, have been in this position for almost two hundred years!"

I thought I'd never have a chance to inherit the throne in my lifetime, but now they're suddenly telling me I can! I never expected this… I really never expected this!

As they were talking, Orion suddenly looked at Roland with excitement.

"Master Roland, when will we begin our succession to the throne? The day after tomorrow, tomorrow, today, this afternoon, or now?"

At this point, Roland finally couldn't hold back and forcefully knocked Orion's head away.

"You brat, shut up right now. You need to finish the Emperor's memorial service no matter what."

"Bang!"

Roland's blow was so powerful that Orion crashed into a pillar.

"Yes, yes, Master Roland is absolutely right!"

As he spoke, Olay, ignoring the pain, got up and took Roland's hand.

"I'll go and arrange my father's memorial service right away. I promise it will be a grand affair—no, I mean, everyone will know about it. Anyway, Master Roland, don't worry, I'll handle it perfectly!"

After saying that, Orion immediately ran out of the palace hall to begin preparations for Atoris's memorial service.

Seeing Orion go from being completely delirious to being overjoyed, Roland sighed helplessly.

In his memory, Orion, as the Crown Prince of the Empire, was once a handsome and talented man.

Aside from being inferior to the Emperor and the Second Prince in leading troops into battle, he was in no way inferior to the Emperor in any other aspect.

His governance of the country has even earned him praise from the emperor.

Unfortunately, the emperor persisted for far too long, and his astonishing achievements made it impossible for others to resist him.

And so, this once ambitious prince, who had high hopes for the future, gradually fell into his current state.

Now that the news of the emperor's death has been announced, the pent-up emotions of the past 150 years can no longer be concealed.

If it weren't for the presence of Roland, a highly respected minister of the emperor, Orion would probably have simply announced his succession to the throne without even putting on an act.

"Sigh, if the Emperor could just spend a little time caring for that kid every day, things wouldn't be like this now."

Thinking of this, Roland, with a slightly regretful expression, slowly walked out of the hall.

Just then, he saw a blonde, blue-eyed little girl suddenly appear in front of him.

"Wait a minute, where did this kid come from?"

Roland looked down and was surprised to find that the little girl, with her blonde hair and blue eyes, looked more and more like an emperor.

"Wait, could this be the Emperor's youngest daughter?"

"Wait a minute, the emperor only had two sons, so where did the daughter come from?"

"Could this be his illegitimate daughter?"

Hearing Roland's speculation, the little girl instantly became angry.

"Roland..."

"Bang!"

The little girl, who was only 1.4 meters tall, suddenly pulled out a crimson greatsword that was bigger than her body and slammed it heavily onto the floor next to Roland.

Before Roland could react, the little girl uttered a phrase that sounded very familiar to him.

"Roland, you're still as annoying as ever."

Upon hearing this, Roland's eyes widened instantly.

"Wait, who are you?!"

Before Roland could finish speaking, a hurried shout came over.

"Master Roland, I suddenly remembered you haven't told me where my father died, and whether it's possible to find his remains..."

Before he could finish speaking, Orion, who had rushed over, saw Roland being subdued by a blonde little girl.

He looked at the familiar crimson heavy sword in the other's hand, and at the terrifying yet chilling look in the other's eyes.

In an instant, the fear etched into her bones made Orion understand everything.

"thump"

"Father, you're not dead!"