Published: February 10, 2025
Not long after Ye Zhongming and the others left the Holy City, the city sounded the rallying horn for the first time in a long while.
The royal guards and the First Royal Battle Team, the two strongest teams in the Holy City, along with three slave armies, were neatly lined up in the square beneath the palace.
Many people from the Holy City rushed over upon hearing the news to see what was happening. However, these teams directly left the city, blocking those curious onlookers inside the Holy City.
Bachelet trembled, following the team, feeling confused about why the army would take him along.
The transaction with those Chinese people yesterday hadn’t been discovered, so why was he being taken?
Holding onto blue equipment and accompanied by a powerful human puppet did little to bolster Bachelet's confidence; he still felt timid, haunted by too many fears.
However, he was ultimately a six-star evolver, and his fear of the king was not intense, as the old man had treated him quite well, even entrusting him with some profession scrolls to sell.
So, after hesitating for a long time, the South American decided to seek out the king. He didn’t want to know why he was being taken along; he only wanted to know if he could return.
The guards naturally tried to stop him, as not everyone could meet the king casually, but after a report, the king decided to see Bachelet.
Bachelet, hunched over, entered the king's unique luxurious beast cart, resembling a lowly servant.
A massive red lion, as large as a small hill, was pulling this cart.
“Your majesty, esteemed majesty, greetings, may the gods forever protect you.”
Bachelet knelt before the king, filled with utter reverence.
Yes, he knelt.
This six-star evolver was actually kneeling before the elderly king.
The king sat on the throne inside the colossal beast cart, smiling as he looked at Bachelet, who was kneeling before him with a kind expression.
There were not just these two people in the beast cart, but a dozen others, including the guard captain who had bullied Bachelet yesterday, several team leaders, and the king’s most beloved youngest son.
These individuals looked at the South American with bemused expressions.
Bachelet only dared to glance up before hastily lowering his head again, feeling a sense of foreboding rising within him for reasons he couldn't comprehend.
“Bachelet, what brings you to me?” King Ahmed asked in a friendly tone.
Upon seeing this man kneeling, King Ahmed felt an unusual sense of satisfaction; this feeling of commanding respect was wonderful.
Most people despised the apocalypse and longed for the old world, but Ahmed was different; he appreciated and praised the apocalypse.
Because it was the coming of the apocalypse that rejuvenated him, a dying old man, granting him a second spring.
His withered, aged body regained youth; his dim eyes became clear, his half-deaf hearing was restored, and he even regained the ability to conquer women in bed.
That was a taste he hadn’t experienced in many, many years.
Afterward, he evolved continuously, reaching the current seven-star level, which not only extended his life but also granted him immense power.
As for how many bones and lives his evolution level represented, Ahmed did not care.
Currently, he was one of the two overlords in West Asia.
Among the powers he wielded, the one he was most fascinated with was controlling the life and death of others.
And now, he was about to do just that.
“Your majesty, I… I am not a warrior. I ask for your consent to return to the Holy City and continue my scroll manufacturing.”
Although Bachelet felt uneasy earlier, he recalled that his profession was still of value to the king. Even if the king couldn’t use it himself, he could still create value, allowing him to relax a bit, even preparing to thank the king once he received permission.
However, the answer he hoped for didn’t come, and instead, he heard a sentence that sent chills down his spine.
“Bachelet, you know, the arrival of the roulette has placed everyone’s luck in this world at a high position. Many people are not exceptionally talented, not particularly brave, and not especially hardworking, yet they have obtained things that those more talented, braver, and harder-working than them cannot achieve. I believe this is unfair.”