A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Heavy rain poured down, and sharp blade-like lightning tore through the dark clouds in the sky. Rainwater as big as gravel fell from the sky and hit the body, causing pain every time.

The tall city wall was washed even cleaner by the downpour, and the light of lightning was reflected in the gloomy rain curtain. The majestic white wall that had stood for who knows how many years gave people an inexplicable feeling of whiteness.

A young man knelt on one knee in front of the snow-white stone wall, with his head hanging down. Heavy rainwater poured down on him as if pouring down, and his short pale golden hair was wet and stuck to his cheek, so that touch from the The blood seeping from his forehead dyed his temples red and flowed down his cheeks, which was even more shocking.

He gasped violently, and the breath from his bloodless lips turned into white mist in the cold rain. He knelt on one knee, holding on to a sharp sword thrust into the ground with one hand to barely let himself go. Don't be knocked to the ground by the rain.

Even the heavy rain could not wash away the blood as fast as the blood flowing on his forehead. The blood dyed his light golden hair red, dyed the exquisite and luxurious golden ornaments on his forehead red, crossed his cheeks, and followed the aqua blue color of his ears. The drop-shaped gemstone earrings dripped onto his white clothes on his shoulders. His clothes should have been extremely gorgeous, but at this moment they were soaked by the rain, crinkled and clinging to his body, and stained with blood and soil, making him look extremely embarrassed.

The boy gasped violently for a while, and his fingers clenched the hilt of the sword stuck on the ground so hard that his knuckles turned pale. Then he raised his head with difficulty.

The rain was so heavy that even the scenery ten meters away seemed to be covered with a curtain of water, making it difficult to see clearly. He half-closed one eye, because there was blood flowing into that eye, which stung painfully.

Not far away, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him from the overlapping rain curtains.

A bolt of lightning struck like a silver snake, and the silver-white armor reflected a dazzling luster in the rain. The figure walked along the edge of the lotus pond. The delicate blue lotus had been beaten by the heavy rain and lay wilted in the water. The petals were withered and tremblingly hidden among the increasingly green lotus leaves. In the lotus pond. The water has overflowed from the edge of the pool.

The dark boots stepped on the edge of the lotus pond, and every time they fell heavily, water splashed everywhere.

The young man knelt on the ground, breathing lowly, watching the tall figure slowly walk over and stand in front of him.

With his blurred vision, he could only clearly see the tip of the long sword that was pointed low at the ground and flashed with cold light.

"stand up."

He heard the man's deep voice coming from above, through the heavy rain curtain.

The young man closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, he gritted his teeth.

He clenched the hilt of the sword with all his strength, so hard that his arms were shaking. He gritted his teeth, fought for his last breath, and stood up staggeringly, dragging his unruly body.

He stood, breathing heavily, holding the hilt of the sword with his weak hands, struggling to raise it in front of him, and assuming a fighting posture, even though he knew in his heart that this behavior was in vain——

That was his last bit of stubbornness.

Even if he died, he didn't want to be looked down upon by the man in front of him.

Countless chaotic footsteps came from behind, as if many people ran into the back garden, and then stopped suddenly. These people stopped in the distance, no one tried to get close, and no one made a sound. They were quietly waiting for the final result.

Because this is a battle that no one is qualified to participate in except those two.

This is a war for the supreme throne under the witness of the gods.

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The battle was over in less than a second. There was a crisp sound, which was the sound of sharp blades hitting each other. A long sword with a blood-stained hilt flew out spinning in the rain and was stuck heavily on the ground.

The boy who had the only remaining weapon in his hand staggered backwards and hit the snow-white stone wall heavily with his back.

Then, the next second, just before he could even breathe out—

The silver-white sword broke through the rain curtain.

The cold iron penetrated his chest.

The long sword nailed his whole body to the white stone wall, and the terrifying residual force caused the part of the long sword exposed outside his body to tremble slightly and make a subtle buzzing sound.

The pupils suddenly dilated, and the young man opened his mouth, but could not make any sound. Among the gloomy black clouds, another huge lightning struck suddenly.

In the bright lightning, at the last second when his consciousness disappeared, he only had time to raise his eyes and look at the man who pierced his heart with a sharp sword for the last time.

In the oppressive and blurry rain curtain, he could only see those golden-red pupils, like the cruel eyes of a beast lurking in the dark jungle.

He is sinister and violent, and one look at him will make you feel terrified from the bottom of your heart.

…………

it's over.

again.

…

Right, again.

He was killed again! Ouch!

It was a roar from the soul of a boy who had been killed over and over again.

Heimos! You bastard bastard! Wait for me!

I'll definitely come back again--------

…

…………………………

Those were not words of anger, but the truth. He could really go back.

Because he still has one life left.

He could do it again.

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The boundless space is shrouded in white mist, with no end in sight, or perhaps no end at all. A small piece of land is suspended in it, surrounded by a transparent film. It is like a huge crystal ball wrapped in white mist. Floating in the mist. In the crystal ball, there is a gray-white continent.

Countless broken stone tablets were erected on it. Although they were all extremely huge, they all either collapsed to the ground, were broken in half, or stood sideways. At first glance, they looked like ruins.

Those huge obelisk-like stone monuments are majestic and give people a great sense of oppression. They have obviously experienced a very long time, with tiny cracks like spider webs all over them, revealing a vicissitudes and ancient charm. There are countless mysterious characters on the obelisk, but many places have been weathered, making it difficult to see clearly. Although the carved patterns are rough, they give people an inexplicable sense of rough beauty.

Surrounded by countless ancient obelisks is a broken altar. I don't know what kind of stone it is made of. It is gray-white and has cracks on it, three of which are particularly conspicuous.

This place originally seemed like time stood still and there was no sound at all.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the altar, which was already full of cracks, cracked again. This crack was larger than any previous cracks, going diagonally downward from the upper left corner, almost splitting the altar in half, with only one end still barely connected.

"It hurts so much!!!"

A scream suddenly broke the dead silence here.

The next second the crack opened on the altar, a young man's figure suddenly appeared on the altar out of thin air.

The young man looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was kneeling on the shattered altar, covering his heart with his hands and wailing miserably.

It hurts, it hurts, it really hurts...

Garlan rolled down from the altar and clutched his heart, jumping in pain. The grinning look was completely gone from the proud posture that he had shown not long ago when he was facing death without fear and calmly facing death in front of that person and everyone.

…

After all, there was no one else watching here, so how could he pretend to be heroic or unyielding.

Heimos! If you win, you win. Is it necessary to be so cruel?

A sword pierces the heart! Nail my whole body to the wall——

It hurts me to death!

After a while, the pain remaining in his heart finally slowly dissipated, and Garlan finally regained his breath. He exhaled a long breath and scratched his head. The slightly messy light blond hair fell into the corners of his eyes as he fiddled with it with his fingers.

He sat down on the cracked stone steps of the altar, frowning and sighing.

Failed again.

again.

Every time, every time, he was killed by that guy Heimos. Is he really the so-called son of destiny?

Shouldn’t the son of destiny be able to ascend the throne easily because of his destiny?

Why did he always die in the hands of that person and have his throne taken away by that person?

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Garlan felt a little tired.

Not long ago, he was just a student who was busy preparing for the final exam. His grades were neither good nor bad, so he was still trying his best to prepare for the exam. Then, in the middle of the night when he was busy reading books, he was inexplicably led to the ruins of an altar full of obelisks.

Then, he heard a voice.

[Great chosen son, under the witness of the gods, please return to your destiny...]

The boy who was still writing with a pen in his hand looked confused.

That voice that seemed to have only one voice and no emotion echoed throughout the world. It stands to reason that this scene, among the magnificent ruins of the altar, and the light shining down, should give people an extremely sacred and solemn feeling.

It's like receiving God's order, making people's blood boil.

However, although the meaning of the words was quite solemn and epic, the voice did not express the shocking chanting effect at all. When Garlan heard the voice, he felt as if there was a person. He was reciting the lines expressionlessly, and his tone didn't even have the slightest fluctuation.

The emotionless voice continued.

[You are destined by destiny, you are the son of destiny, blessed by the gods and favored by thousands of people. When you were born, the gods in the entire heaven were whispering your name...]

Garlan: "???"

He grabbed the pen and said with a wooden face: "Speak humanly."

【…………】

The voice seemed to be choked by him, and it paused for a moment before speaking again. Then, he stopped using that kind of religious chanting and started to explain the cause and effect in a very cold tone.

Then, Garlan took a moment to figure out the purpose of the voice that brought him to this strange place.

It turns out that he is actually the reincarnation of a big shot.

According to that voice, he was very powerful in his previous life. He was the destined son of that era. He was supposed to ascend the throne and achieve great achievements for a generation, be remembered for eternity, and be remembered for eternity.

However, something unexpected happened for some unknown reason, and he was killed by his mortal enemy before he came of age, and the throne that should have belonged to him was taken away. The person who sat on the throne changed, and the trajectory of fate changed accordingly. This made the gods who were supposed to protect the dynasty furious and cast a curse, which finally caused the dynasty to be destroyed in the flames of war.

Therefore, as the reincarnation of the Son of Destiny who died midway, he has the responsibility and obligation to correct the twisted trajectory of fate, defeat the villain who killed him to usurp the throne, lift the curse of the gods, and complete the journey of all previous lives. great things that can be accomplished.

In a word, as the son of destiny, he must take back the throne that belongs to him.

After learning the cause and effect, Garlan thought about it seriously and then refused.

"I rarely play games, especially strategy games, so I think it's more reliable for you to find other reincarnations. Let me go back, and I have to continue preparing for the final exam..."

That emotionless voice sounded again.

"Yes." It said, "Due to the curse of the gods and reincarnation, you will die before adulthood in every life. After you die at the age of eighteen, I will look for your reincarnation again."

"!!!"

Garlan felt that his whole body was not well.

"Wait! Didn't you say that I am the destined son blessed by the gods? What the hell is the curse? I won't live to be eighteen?"

"A child of destiny who fails to complete his mission will be cursed by the gods."

The voice replied coldly.

Garlan: "..."

"Get ready, I'll take you back now..."

"Okay, Lord God Envoy! I will do it, Lord God Envoy! Steal the throne, right? Please leave it to me!"

After learning that he would not live long after returning, the young man decisively interrupted the voice with a fearless look on his face.

Then, he rolled his eyes and changed the subject.

"As the so-called son of destiny, what golden fingers do I have... No, should I have any special treatment compared to ordinary people? After all, you also know that this task is very difficult for me who know nothing now. .”

"You have five chances to do it again."

The voice replied coldly.

"Once you are killed by the fate-changer, time will go back and everything will start again."

Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.

This is equivalent to being reborn.

It feels like playing a game where you can't save the game. Once you die, you have to start over. It may be difficult the first time, but if you know the plot in advance and know what your opponent will do, then the second time will be much easier.

very good.

He thought, just treat it like playing a holographic virtual game. As long as he defeats the big boss and ascends to the throne, he can go back and continue preparing for the final exam. Moreover, he still has five lives in this game, so he should be able to pass the level easily no matter how he thinks about it.

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Then Garlan, who had this idea in his mind, was killed four times by the man who changed his fate, that is, his mortal enemy Heimos.

Each time, he was killed by Heimos himself.

Garlan: "..."

Were the gods mistaken?

Is it really me who is the destined son, not that guy Heimos? No matter how he looked at it, he felt that that guy was the main character who cheated.

When he remembered that not long ago, he was nailed to the stone wall by that guy with a sword through his heart, Garlan felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were aching. The pain in my heart was particularly severe, as if the sword was still stuck in my heart.

He covered his chest and couldn't help but think of the first time, when he was burned to death by that man in the sea of ​​fire...

Then he remembered the second time, when he was pushed down from a high altitude by the man and fell to pieces...

Thinking back to the third time, he was poisoned to death by the man himself...

And the fourth time just now......

I thought it was a throne strategy note for a guy who cheated and killed the Destiny's Child who would dominate the world for eternity, but it turned out to be a note on how to die in a fancy way for a guy who was said to be, seemed to be, should be, or maybe was the Destiny's Child.

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At this moment, the son of destiny, who has only the last life left, is very sad.