Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Still, silence.

Villette stood in the line, his body still wrapped in bandages, his face pale; Karen stood beside him, not in much better shape, her right hand in a splint, unable to hold her sword properly.

Even they were defeated.

Who can stand against that evil dragon?

In the center of the hall, a light screen lit up.

Two figures appeared on the screen—one was the Pope of the Theocracy, dressed in a pure white robe, with a lean face and deep eyes; the other was the Empress of the Elven Empire, dressed in a yellow robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, with snow-white hair and a cold and beautiful face.

Faced with a platinum-tier evil dragon, the leaders of the three major nations put aside their differences and went online simultaneously.

The Empress spoke first, her voice tinged with laughter: "I have a million soldiers who can help the Queen slay the dragon and rescue the princess."

"However, the price is—I must marry a princess as my concubine."

The Queen's expression darkened further: "You're a woman too, how can you fall in love if you're the same gender?"

"So what?" The Empress waved her hand dismissively. "A political marriage—does it matter if the primary gender is the same? At worst, I'll use magic to transform him into a man. Then our child will be the rightful heir to both countries, enough to rule the world!"

The Queen was trembling with anger.

"heresy."

On the screen, the Pope coughed twice and slowly said, "In my opinion, it's fine without gender reassignment. Lilies are wonderful, why can't they have children? With the latest magical technology, we can take the blood of both of you and create a holy embryo."

"You, you all..."

The Queen was so angry she couldn't speak, and she could barely hold onto her scepter.

Just then—

"His Majesty."

A clear voice rang out from the queue.

"Your subject is willing to vanquish the evil dragon!"

All eyes turned to the source of the sound.

A white-haired girl stepped out of the line.

She wore a brown knight's uniform, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, and her pale red eyes were filled with unwavering determination. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, like a doll's, and her figure was slender; standing there, she resembled a newly blossoming white flower.

The Queen looked at her and frowned:

"A mere early-stage Gold Realm cultivator? I thought the Empress was already outrageous enough, so who are you, her subordinate?"

Villette's face turned pale instantly.

He rushed out of the queue, grabbed the girl's sleeve, and whispered:

"Sylvia, stop it! Deceiving the king is a serious crime!"

The girl was pulled and swayed, but she did not back down.

"Oh, it's Vilette's daughter." The Queen raised an eyebrow at the sight. "Are you really going to slay the dragon?"

The white-haired girl raised her head.

The shadow of the giant dragon on the light screen was reflected in those pale red eyes.

She remembered last night.

I think of that deep red dragon under the moonlight, and the little princess on its back.

I don't know why, but when I saw that scene, a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside me.

A dull, sour feeling, as if something important had been stolen from me.

After thinking about it all night, Sylvia guessed the reason: "It's probably because I've always had a crush on the princess, which is why I'm angry that the dragon took the princess away."

With that thought in mind, nothing could stop her from slaying the dragon.

"Correct."

Sylvia stood up straight, her voice clear and firm:

"I will take the best sword, climb the highest mountain, venture into the deepest forest, and bring the princess back to me!"

Chapter 66, Changing Humans into Souls is a National Policy

Cheng Cheng did not return to his cave.

He's not a real dragon, and there's nothing for him to do in his cave full of gold and silver treasures. He might as well find a more comfortable place and travel with Freya.

So he carried Freya through the night, until dawn, when they landed in a bustling city.

Wall City.

This is the most financially developed and wealthiest city in the kingdom.

The streets are lined with tall buildings whose glass curtain walls gleam in the morning light. The shop windows display all kinds of luxury goods—silk and porcelain from the Elven Empire, handicrafts from the Dwarves, gems from the Dragon Territory, and unknown alchemical products, each with an astonishing price tag.

But there was no one on the street.

Freya walked on the smooth stone path, her bare feet feeling the coolness of the morning.

She tilted her head back, looking left and right, her eyes full of curiosity: "Evil dragon, evil dragon, is this your home?"

Cheng Cheng transformed into a tiny dragon the size of a palm and perched on her shoulder.

"No, I'm just hungry."

"So, are you going to eat people?"

"I'm not Erostan." Cheng Cheng blinked and looked around. "You haven't slept all night, you need to rest too. Let's find a hotel and have a meal first."

"An inn!" Freya's eyes lit up. "Yay! Let's find an inn! I've never stayed outside the palace before!"

She skipped and hopped forward, the little dragon on her shoulder swaying back and forth.

However, after wandering around the city, Yi Luo and Yi Long found that not a single shop was open.

Restaurants, hotels, shopping malls... even the convenience store on the corner that looked like it was open 24 hours was closed. The whole city was as quiet as a tomb.

Cheng Cheng flew off Freya's shoulder, circled in the air, and landed back in the same spot.

“Strange…” he muttered to himself, scratching his chin with his paw. “How come there’s no one in such a big city? I heard this is the financial center of the entire kingdom. Shouldn’t it be full of Wall Street wolves, working ambitiously?”

A lone figure continued to wander aimlessly through the empty streets.

Although there was no one around, the place was indeed bustling—the streets were spotless, without a single fallen leaf; the flowers in the flowerbeds were in full bloom, and the water in the fountains was flowing freely. Even the vagrants and tents that were once common in the kingdom were nowhere to be seen.

It felt like returning to the eighth level of an underground city, an endless metropolis.

Cheng Cheng flew off Freya's shoulder, transforming into a giant dragon. His enormous figure soared into the sky, sweeping across the city and blocking out a patch of sunlight.

He circled once in the clouds, then landed back on the ground, turning back into a tiny dragon the size of a palm, and perched on Freya's shoulder.

His expression was a little strange.

“There are people in the East District,” he said. “A lot. It’s just that…”

"But what?"

Cheng Cheng sighed: "Let me take you to see it."

…………

Eastside.

It's completely different from the city center.

There are no tall buildings here, the streets are narrow and crowded, and there are old brick houses on both sides with peeling paint and newspapers pasted on the windows.

Countless people dressed in tattered clothes gathered on a main road, holding up all sorts of signs, and slowly moved forward.

The crowd included elderly people, children, young mothers holding babies, and disabled people using crutches.

At the front of the line, several young people were shouting slogans. Their voices were hoarse, but they were very synchronized, repeating them over and over again.

"Reject necromancy! Give me back my human rights!"

"Down with the lackeys of capital! Down with Liu Ruyan!"

"Life is not a joke! Death is not a commodity!"

The sound echoed through the narrow streets, carrying far and wide.

On the high platform of the protest, a huge black umbrella was being held up.

The umbrella was at least ten meters wide, embroidered with golden patterns. In the shadow beneath it, two women sat in chairs, holding teacups, watching the crowd below holding signs as if observing a boring play.

Cheng Cheng leaned on Freya's shoulder, his golden eyes narrowing.

One of them was someone he knew all too well—it was Liu Ruyan.

The representative of the financial group, the queen candidate, the woman he killed in his office.

At this moment, she was wearing a long black dress, holding a teacup, taking a small sip, and looking coldly at the audience.

The other one looked somewhat familiar. After thinking carefully, Cheng Cheng recalled—he had seen him in the newspaper; he was another candidate for Queen.

Harari.

The representative of the Kingdom Pharmaceutical Group advocates promoting the latest masterpiece of necromancy and medicine technology—the vampire clan—to vampireize the entire population and thereby eliminate the widespread racial discrimination in the Kingdom.

At this moment, both of them had been transformed into vampires, with pale skin and blood-red eyes.

"Could it be that the entire city has been turned into a vampire clan, so there's no one during the day?" Cheng Cheng wondered. "The queen of this dream world wasn't affected by the source matter and lost her personality and memories, so Freya didn't escape either... therefore, the queen election naturally no longer exists."

He paused, looking at the two women on the stage.

"So they collaborated?"

Just then, Liu Ruyan put down her teacup, stood up, and walked to the edge of the platform:

"Changing the human soul is a national policy. It benefits the country and you all! I just don't understand why this great thing can't be implemented!"

The crowd below the stage fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an even louder protest.

"fart!"

"Who wants to become a necromancer!"

"We want to live! Not become your blood slaves!"