Standing on the bustling streets of H City, he began to feel dazed.
This, have I traveled back from that world? Or was it just an inexplicable dream?
"Solomon: A Song of Iron and Fire", this popular fantasy RPG holographic online e-sports game, has a huge billboard still hanging on the outer wall of the complex opposite.
And he was once a professional e-sports player in this game. He traveled to a different world exactly like the game, struggled from Level 0 to Demigod level, and now he has finally returned to Earth.
Asker looked at the glass curtain wall next to him, and his face was reflected on the curtain wall.
It’s not the face that was a little chubby and swollen due to sub-health after spending a long time in front of the computer, but the appearance of a hybrid that is a mixture of the Siris race from another world after traveling through time.
Of course, he looks very similar to him, so he can be considered a handsome version of himself.
"It's really bad now. I don't know if my mother will recognize her when I get back."
Asker lifted up his hair and bangs and stared at his face carefully. Several girls passing by also stared at him.
"Um..." A certain young lady holding milk tea mustered up the courage to walk over and struck up a conversation and asked, "Are you a foreigner? Foreigner?"
"No." Ask said in surprise.
"So are you from an ethnic minority?" the young lady continued to ask, while the girls behind were whispering to each other, and one could faintly hear comments about "so handsome".
Ask smiled, waved his hand without answering, and turned around and left.
The young lady still wanted to catch up, but Asik just turned the corner of the street and his figure seemed to disappear, making her unable to find him again.
Laws of War. Ambush.
Sure enough, on today's earth, he is still in the demigod state, and the corresponding legal skills can also be used.
However, the environment is almost equal to the upper limit of the magic tide, Lv.0, and the spiritual consumption cannot be replenished at all.
After Asker confirmed this, he released the law skill and then found the nearest subway station based on his memory.
Go home first.
After all, I have been missing for more than four years, so I should go back first to reassure my mother and then talk about the club.
At the subway gate, Aske touched his trouser pocket and found his cell phone.
The clothes, pants, shoes, and other things I carry with me are exactly the same as before the time travel.
Even the address book on the phone is intact.
By the way, after returning here, Ask also remembered his Earth name...but in order to prevent confusion, we will continue to refer to him as "Ask" from now on.
Pulling out the subway code and scanning it, Asker walked into the subway station and swiped his phone to see how many messages and calls he had received in the past four years.
Sure enough, whether it was a missed call or a text message, the icons on the desktop were already 99+. Clicking on them, there were those from my mother, the club’s owner and team members, and even many unknown numbers, which were probably some kind of sales advertisements.
Yes, it's a pity that they all went to another dimension.
Um?
Ask suddenly noticed the time.
Some long-lost memories emerged from his awakened mind.
Whether it is based on his own memory or the content of the text messages, it seems that the day he disappeared was the day he traveled through time...
It wasn't four years ago.
But four days ago.
Planet Helel, Year 246 of the Sixth Age.
Northern Territory, the capital of the Kalmar Empire.
A raging fire burned the entire old palace. The corpses of the royal family were wrapped in fine brocade clothes and furs, and were thrown into the fire in turn by the Northern Horn mercenaries of the Otterville mercenary group.
Members of the **** society, composed of the lords and nobles of the three countries, Denmark, Sweden, and Norway, were collectively watching in silence as the corpses of the original royal family were devoured by fire.
The old northern power has collapsed, and a new regime is reborn on its corpse, stronger, colder... and terrifying.
"Two Excellencies, the coronation ceremony will be arranged in Roskilde Cathedral three days later." The regent representative of the **** meeting, Carl Knutsson, led these nobles, Gong Sheng and the Hauteville mercenary group
said the two heads of the group.
The two captains are both demigods. One is a white-haired descendant of the ancient Vikings, known as the Ice End. He once defeated and subdued the demigods of the original royal family on his own, and his fighting power is already overwhelming.
The other one is a succubus demigod from purgatory, with long wine-red flaming hair and the title Bloody Rose.
If Ice End used force to force the northern nobles to surrender, then the bloody rose's conspiracy and calculations are the eternal fear and nightmare of the nobles after surrender.
So far, there have been no less than thirty secret room politics and rebellion plots, large and small, all of which were discovered by Bloody Rose in the planning stage, and then brutally suppressed and massacred without mercy in The End of Ice.
So much so that today's nobles in the north don't even dare to meet with guests privately. Even if they discuss political matters, they must choose a public place where servants and butlers are present to avoid misunderstandings when the news reaches the Bloody Rose.
However, fear is fear. With the complete destruction of the original royal family, it means that the ancient Norman family of Hauteville has finally reached the pinnacle of power in the north.
At the end of the ice, he is destined to be crowned as the new Supreme King of the North. Along with some of the northern nobles in the **** society who have long supported the rebellion of the Hauteville family, they will also be affected by this round of political reshuffle.
Seize the rich fruits of profit.
Next, fierce discussions and quarrels broke out among the northern nobles regarding the official name of Ice End after he ascended the throne. It is estimated that this will be the main topic in the next three days.
After all, "Hidliba", a name that doesn't even have a surname, is too short.
"What on earth are they arguing about?" Hidrifa asked irritably.
"I was thinking of giving you a longer name." Medea said with a smile.
She touched her obviously bulging belly. Through the effect of psychological suggestion, no one in the northern nobles knew that this notorious bloody rose was actually seven months pregnant.
"Why do you need a name? I think the nickname 'White Emperor' is quite good." Hidliba said.
"That's a nickname, not a name." Medea replied, "The longer the name, the longer your family history is, or the more qualities you have as a king."
"Do I still need to prove myself through my name?" Hidrifa was filled with murderous intent.
"Killing is for those who know you," Medea said leisurely, "and a long name is for those who don't know you."
Probably frightened by Sidrifa's murderous intent, Medea's face suddenly changed slightly, then she patted her belly gently and hummed:
"Baby, be good~ Baby, don't make any fuss. Mom is talking to your godmother about something, be good~"
"After I am crowned emperor, I will make your daughter a princess." Hidrifa quickly restrained her murderous intent and her eyes softened.
Medea smiled slightly, but did not correct the mistake that she was crowned "King" instead of "Emperor".
Staring at the blazing flames still burning in the ruins of the palace, she suddenly whispered:
"If you want to call me 'White Emperor', then I... will call you 'Red Witch'. How about that?"