Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"He's just an empty shell." The nameless one who arrived next glanced at Ino, "A clone."

Even though Ino had lost all life, he was still talking.

"Return the item to its rightful owner."

William picked up the keys from the ground, looking puzzled.

Why did you do that?

Before his flesh and blood rotted and dissolved, the individual named Ino uttered his last words.

"I did my best to raise a star, I wanted to see it shine... or die in a corner I couldn't see."

Chapter 436 The King of Shattered Crowns

The central square was exactly the same as before; if it weren't for the scholar lying paralyzed on the central platform, Lyle would have thought it was all just a nightmare.

The main force of everyone has assembled at the center.

"Your Majesty Elion/Scholar/Teacher, are you alright?"

The scholar leaned against the jade-green branches, while the magical dragon looked up at the Arcane Eye, channeling its magic into the barrier that enveloped the entire city. Twisted tentacles had already corroded half of his bones, and the burning flames of his soul repelled the sinuous, upward-reaching tentacles of flesh.

"I'm fine, it's temporary."

Behind the scholar, an emerald tree radiated the light of life, its drooping branches connecting with him to resist corruption, like a respirator. The green dragon priestess, Jason, slept on a massive leaf, in her hand a twisting, writhing sphere pulsating like a heart.

Looking at the arriving crowd, the scholar summarized the current situation.

“Irason is helping me resist the corruption. I've connected the magic network with the dream world to suppress the corrupting power, and those twisted citizens will gradually fall into a deep slumber. But the situation is still dire. That evil god larva named Sheriu has brought the City of Wandering to the Void. The Void is a dark and lifeless graveyard. The power of the Void will eventually erode everything we have. Death is only a matter of time.”

“We need to go back. If we can’t stay in the Void, then we’ll go back,” William stepped forward.

“And there’s the matter of correcting these twisted lives.” Lyle stepped forward.

The two boys both wore the same resolute expression.

The scholar's soul flame flickered slightly as he faced the two men.

“Lyle…William…”

William looked at the gentle lich, dressed in tattered robes, bound by broken chains, with a gaping wound pierced through his center. A surge of emotion from his bloodline silenced William.

The scholar spoke first.

"It's William... my grandson. What a terrible meeting. I was planning to give you a good talking to."

"Grandpa Irene..."

The scholar extended his palm, and in his hand, the blood-stained crown gleamed.

"The Dorgit tradition has continued..."

“…Father…” William recalled the man who used to brag and drink in bars, always putting his arm around his shoulder and making sleazy jokes, especially after William fell in love. The dirty jokes became even more blatant, making William wonder if the old bastard was up to something. That was all he remembered about Carlos—the few happy memories he had.

Pain can be recalled later, but cruel reality does not give people time to grieve.

William held the crown and looked at his loved ones.

"What can we do to save the City of Loss, Grandpa?"

“Sheriu corrupted the citizens, using the power of your key to transport the entire city into the void. The void is like a man-eating maze; you can enter, but it's difficult to return the way you came. We have lost our way. To teleport to a precise location over a long distance requires a considerable level of mastery of spacetime magic, a teleportation master. As for me, due to corruption, I can only communicate.”

Are there any other teleportation masters here?

"Your father was once the most outstanding teleportation master."

“But I only have the talent in the elemental realm.” Three generations later, Carlos inherited Irian’s talent in spacetime, while William inherited Irian’s talent in elements.

“That’s one point.” The scholar’s ​​gaze turned to Lyle. “If you want to save the citizens here, Lyle…”

"Only an evil god can fight against an evil god."

"To twist life is as easy as breathing for an evil god, but to reshape life is..."

"That is a power akin to that of a creator; creation is always more difficult than destruction."

"You all face the same challenge: insufficient ability."

William pounded the ground with all his might, and the frenzied elements, reflecting the master's anger, caused stone pillars to rise from the ground.

Lyle clenched his fists, focusing on his mentor. He wasn't dejected; instead, he met Lyle's gaze, his eyes revealing the lich's madness.

"Then, scholar teacher, how can I become the creator? You must have a way."

"The solution isn't with me." The scholar's voice trailed off, as if he didn't intend to reveal the only solution to everyone, or perhaps he was filled with shame and regret.

When William and Lyle pressed her for answers, Irian remained silent, like a stone statue.

Echel loudly expressed her dissatisfaction, "Erian, this is a matter of life and death, why are you still beating around the bush? If you have any ideas, just say them! We're trying to save our own city right now!"

"Enough, Echel, don't you understand!"

The roar of the former King of Drea drowned out Echer's voice.

"The method Irwin mentioned is [that], you know, could you say it out loud if you were in her shoes!"

“【That】?” Echel stopped shouting, his gaze leaving Irian and becoming as hesitant as Irian, subtly casting his gaze at the group of people.

Memories of twilight, the forgotten kings.

"Hahaha, Echer, look at you, you pathetic sight!"

The former King Lucima, draped in a cloak, emerged, patted the tall figure of the Ranger King, and walked to Lyle and William's side.

“Little ones, don’t mind it. Our leader, Elion, is shy and hesitant, which is a common problem among mages who have something on their mind.”

"Forgive him, it's really not easy to say this."

While Lucimare and Lyle were chatting, the former kings of the Twilight Memories had already surrounded Lyle and William.

"Get Echel and Reid out! What are those two meddlesome for? Don't they have two little granddaughters to take care of? Those two heartless people don't deserve to stay in Twilight Memories. I suggest Eleanor fire them!"

“That’s right! They don’t deserve to be called the Forgotten Kings! They’re utter trash, I’m ashamed to be associated with them!”

The jeering and laughing kings pushed the two silent former kings out of the way.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Lyle and William remained silent, simply observing these dead kings.

"The power of the king, the miraculous power that belongs to us, makes our soldiers brave and skilled in battle, and unites our people as one."

"The miracles bestowed upon us by God are also a key, a key to unlocking the potential hidden in our blood."

Lucimare removed the glittering crown from his head and gestured to Lyle.

"Do you see that, Lyle? This is our proudest strength. Proof of our nation, a witness to our past glory."

"The day you joined, we looked forward to the day when you would wear such a dazzling crown, just like us... no, let's not be like us."

"Having lost everything, he was left with only a withered King's Proof, becoming the King of Oblivion, a phantom reminiscing about the past."

"Thank you for your disguise, Lyle. You may find it hard to imagine how much life those re-experienced emotions brought to the Twilight Memories, enabling us and daring us to make the choices we have today."

"Thanks to that bastard named Sheriwu, he gave us, the withered bones in the tomb, the chance to rise to power again."

"Thank the gods for giving us, the Forgotten Kings, a final ray of light."

A shattered nation, a forgotten king—the power of a king contained within is meager. But this world has its rules, and an opportunity is given to the dying to fight back.

"I, Lucimare, King of the Hanging Castle! Hereby, I willingly shatter my glory!"

The crown held in its hands let out a mournful cry, and dazzling silver light burst forth from the shattered crown.

Lucima held the light in his hands, his majestic body unleashing the power of a king, and poured it onto Lyle's head.

One broken crown after another, one proud vow after another, one baptism of blessing after another.

"I willingly shatter Stretcher's twilight!"

"I willingly shatter the dawn of Lafardi!"

"I volunteer..."

"I volunteer..."

"Hereincarnate William Dorgit/Lyle Bouler!"

"The King of Oblivion will eventually pass away..."

"And you will be crowned kings!"

With gifts from the forgotten kings, two men who have inherited the power of the kings are about to save this shattered homeland.

Chapter 437 The Others' Preparations

The radiance of the King's power lingered around them, while Lyle and William remained motionless like two glowing stone statues.

The Forgotten Kings had lost their former power, seemingly reverting to the group of dissolute nobles who had chatted and laughed in the luxurious palace when Lyle first met them. Losing their crowns might not have been a bad thing for them.

After the ceremony, the forgotten kings turned their attention back to the scholars.

“We’ve done what we had to do, Eleanor. Now, we need your wisdom.”

The scholar's head tilted forward, the severed twigs wrapped around his bones, and new branches drooped down again.

"Thank you all..."

"The City of Wanderings is also our home. If we want to celebrate, let's wait until the crisis is over."

The forgotten kings retreated back to their own groups, refocusing their attention on the scholars.

“Lyle and William need to adjust to the King’s gifts. In the meantime, we need to wait and do what we can.”

Miracle stepped forward, and as Andrei's trading expert, he raised his own questions based on his knowledge.

"Wait a minute, teacher, are we missing something? This is the void, a place of nothingness unprotected by any world."

"As everyone has seen, the territory of the Wandering City is being eroded and shattered by the Void's power..."

The scholar was very satisfied with the question raised by his student. Miracles can still be reliable in crucial moments.