Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Liu Ruyan remained unmoved, her smile deepening; Harari also stood up and walked to her side.

“The rich can become vampires through surgery, and the poor can sell their bodies to the company to become vampire slaves, while their souls gain cyber immortality in the realm of the gods.” Her voice was as gentle as if she were coaxing a child. “You will never have to suffer the pain of separation and death again. Why are you unwilling to accept such a good policy?”

Cheng Cheng leaned on Freya's shoulder, and Long Du was stunned.

However, the protests from the audience grew even louder:

"Not only are they uncooperative, but they even dare to gather a crowd to resist!" Liu Ruyan's face darkened. "But today I understand why the policy can't be implemented—it turns out there are Imperial Elf spies instigating it!"

She waved.

Two gold-ranked guards emerged from the shadows, escorting a petite figure covered in wounds onto the high platform.

Cheng Cheng was startled.

The man wore a tattered magic cloak, had messy short golden hair, a face covered in wounds, and dried blood at the corner of his mouth.

Li Xianyu.

Join their teammates in the game world, including necromancers from the Elf Empire.

She was shoved and forced to stand in the center of the platform. She stumbled and almost fell, but managed to stay upright. She looked up at the crowd of people holding signs below and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then she turned her head, looked at Liu Ruyan, and said, word by word:

"Heretics! Damn heretics!"

Liu Ruyan tilted her head, looking very confused: "You're also a necromancer, why don't you understand us, and why do you organize the masses to fight against us?"

Li Xianyu looked at her, gritting her teeth in anger.

“The Necromancer faction isn’t like that!” she retorted. “All magical factions strive for a better life for humanity, and the Necromancer faction is no exception, not one that creates bloodshed without cause!”

A necromancer who doesn't kill? What kind of necromancer would that be?

Liu Ruyan and Harari exchanged a glance, neither of them understanding what she was talking about.

"We necromancers should not create death, but rather utilize it, submit to it, and ultimately conquer it!"

Li Xianyu's voice grew louder and louder, as if she wanted to etch these words into everyone's hearts.

"The living and the dead are equally important; there is an insurmountable boundary between them. The living struggle to survive to the very last moment, and the corpses they produce are the best materials for the undead!"

"Turning the living into the dead is like breaking off a flower branch before it blooms! It's better to just kill them!"

She looked up at the quiet crowd below the stage.

"The dead should serve the living, not the other way around—why don't you understand such a simple truth?"

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

Then, applause erupted, creating a thunderous roar.

"Still spreading rumors and misleading the public!"

Liu Ruyan's expression changed. She walked to the edge of the platform, opened her arms, and said to the crowd below:

"Did you hear that? We want you cybernetically immortal, but she says she wants to kill you! Who is righteous and who is evil is obvious at a glance!"

But the crowd below the stage was not fooled by her.

Release Li Xianyu!

Down with Liu Ruyan!

"Let her go! Let her go!"

The sound waves rose higher and higher, surging in like a tide.

A middle-aged man in overalls stepped out from the crowd, looked up, and shouted at the platform:

"Liu Ruyan! Harari! Does the Queen know that you are slaughtering your citizens like this?"

"I will report this to the imperial court and have you punished!"

Harari sighed, like a teacher lecturing ignorant children: "Don't you understand... I've said it countless times, changing people's souls is national policy. National policy—"

"Of course, it's with Her Majesty's approval!"

The audience fell silent.

Harari raised his hand, and squads of soldiers poured in from all directions from the buildings on both sides of the street, completely surrounding the street.

“Our city of Walter is the pilot city for the national policy of changing people’s souls.” Harari’s voice was unhurried. “We must produce results to get Her Majesty the Queen’s approval to extend this policy nationwide.”

"Since you're unwilling to change it voluntarily—then I'll change it for you!"

She raised her hand and pointed to the crowd.

"Soldiers, listen to my command! Transform these rioters into good souls!"

The soldiers took a step forward simultaneously, their spears pressed against the men.

The crowd began to stir; they tried to escape, but both ends of the street were blocked—a group of poor people, facing fully armed soldiers, could do nothing…

"stop!!!"

A childish voice drowned out all the noise.

Harari paused for a moment, then turned his head.

A little girl in a white nightgown stood below the platform.

She was barefoot, stepping on the cold stone pavement, her short pink hair was messy, and a small dragon the size of a palm was perched on her shoulder.

"your Highness?"

She paused for a moment, then quickly put on a smile, strode to the edge of the platform, bent down, and her tone became sweet and cloying:

"Why didn't Your Highness inform me of your upcoming visit to Huaer City? I would have been able to prepare in advance and give you a proper welcome..."

Why did you kill them?!

Harari's smile froze for a moment.

“This…” she quickly organized her thoughts, “Your Highness, this is Her Majesty the Queen’s decree.”

Freya trembled with rage: "Impossible! How could Mother Queen possibly agree to such a thing!?"

"Stop it, all of you!"

"This, this..."

Harari hesitated, but then felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Liu Ruyan.

Don't be fooled.

Liu Ruyan walked to Harari's side and looked down at Freya: "Your Highness, you have lived in the palace for a long time. How could you possibly come to Wal City alone?"

"This person must be an audacious spy impersonating the princess! Guards, arrest her and interrogate her, then continue with the plan!"

The soldiers moved, rushing towards Freya, their halberds pointed at the unarmed little girl in her nightgown.

Freya stood still.

As she watched the soldiers approaching, and the cold tips of their halberds, she realized for the first time how fragile she, a princess, truly was.

The soldiers drew closer, and a hand reached out towards her—

next moment.

A burst of dragon's breath engulfed everything.

Crimson tinged with gold, so intensely hot that even the air seemed to distort, it burst forth from Freya's shoulder like a roaring fire dragon, sweeping everything in its path!

The first dozen or so soldiers were instantly engulfed by flames!

The armor melted, the halberd evaporated, and before they could even scream, they turned to ashes and scattered into the air!

The flames continued forward, breaking through the railings of the high platform, the huge black umbrella, and the sacred domain hastily unfolded by Liu Ruyan!

"What--"

Liu Ruyan's voice was swallowed by the flames.

Her sacred domain shattered like glass, and her beautiful body turned to ashes in a burst of fire!

"Wait! No!"

Harari screamed and ran backward, but Flame had already grabbed her skirt.

"Your Highness! We've been busy doing everything for His Majesty!" She immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over, her voice trembling with sobs. "It's those unruly commoners who don't accept the King's favor! We are all loyal subjects! Loyal subjects!"

"late."

As Freya sighed, flames engulfed Harari.

The platform fell silent.

The soldiers stopped in their tracks, staring at the two piles of cooling ashes on the platform, their weapons hanging limply in their hands.

The resisting crowd stopped, looked at the little red dragon licking its paws on Freya's shoulder, and then knelt down in unison—

"Long live the Princess!"

"Long live the Princess!"

Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!

The sounds came in waves, like the tide and like thunder.

Freya stood there, looking at the kneeling people, the wind blowing through her hair, revealing her red-rimmed eyes and tightly pursed lips.

She looked up at the gray sky.

Liu Ruyan and Harari are merely representatives of interest groups.

More evil, more sin, more demons sucking the blood of the people, dressed in the most luxurious clothes, are enjoying a sleepless night of debauchery in these skyscrapers.

They are afraid of sunlight, so they hide in the shadows.

Only the hottest fire can burn away their sins.

"Mr. Evil Dragon".

"I'm here."

"Please use your dragon breath to purify this sinful city."