Don't Call Me A Succubus, I'm Really Just A Warlock!

"I don't know." Swain said calmly.

“I had never considered this approach thousands of times before.

But now I don’t have much time. I am just a clone, not the real Swain. Gods will not wear out because of the erosion of time, but I will.

So you are my lonely throw.

This is the only remaining portion of the Alfred family's bloodline after thousands of years, which is the total number of thousands of years ago.

When you come to this era, you become two parts.

But the consequence of this is that there is only one chance. It is impossible to say that I failed and I can start over.

This is why I will always watch you and guide you.

I have watched all your experiences in the royal capital of this era for more than a month.

The main reason why I tell you everything, except for the historical records that the elf lady told you, is that in more than a month, I have learned how to arrange plans to bring you closer to me in this era.

Like I said, I won't force you. You can choose to turn around and leave now, then find a place to hide, leave the royal capital, and hide as far away as possible.

The consequence of this is that the established history will not change in any way, and you, a group of people who have returned from the future to the past, will remain in this era forever.

On the contrary, you choose to follow my plan, hand your blood to me in this era, resolve the upcoming crisis, and change the established history.

The most serious consequence is that you may die.

But your companions can all go back to the future and don't have to stay in this era.

So, take your pick. "

It was quiet.

Mu En suddenly grinned.

He looked energetic, but Swain, who was covered by the shadow of the wall, looked old-fashioned.

"I actually don't like you very much." Mu En said.

"You always say that I will not force you, I will only guide you, but have you ever thought that from the moment you ask me to make a choice, it is forced?"

"You make me feel like a superior god. Although you are really a god, please remember that I have the right to reject you."

"According to what you said, you are just a projection now and cannot interfere with the past.

Then if I choose to die in front of you on the spot, your expression should be very wonderful. "

"You have been guiding me to make two choices. Among them, giving blood to you in this era is undoubtedly your ultimate goal.

But the other option is to leave the royal capital and hide. Haha, you should know that I am a warlock.

As for the lifespan of a warlock, there won't be much problem if he lives for thousands of years.

In other words, if I choose to escape, you can find me in an old age thousands of years later.

Then, you can get the Alfred family blood back from me.

So, this is what you call a lonely throw?"

Mu En's eyes showed disdain. When a person wants to do something, then high-sounding words are the best weapon to arm himself.

Language is an art that can turn a perpetrator into a victim.

It can also be used to cover up the true purpose like Swain did.

There are two options, no matter which one Mu En chooses, it will not have any impact on Swain.

"You are very smart." Swain's expression remained unchanged, "Then you die.

Anyway, the worst outcome is that established history remains unchanged. "

Swain was calm and calm, as if he didn't care.

But how could he not care?

If he didn't care, then he wouldn't have been trying to change established history for thousands of years.

"Look, you're letting me choose again."

Mu En smiled.

The next moment, he suddenly regained his composure.

"Do you know the trolley problem?

I don't think you know.

But if I replace the train with a magical flying arrow, you should be able to understand.

The choice you are asking me to make now is like a replica of the trolley problem. "

Mu En squatted down and pointed at the cracks in the ground.

"This is the place where the magic flying arrow has to pass. There are two roads, but unfortunately, there are people on both roads who cannot leave.

There is a group of people on the left and only one person on the right.

You are now driving this magical flying arrow. You can choose which way to go, but no matter which way you choose, someone will be hit and killed by you.

So, how do you choose?

If I were to choose, I would be very decisive and I would definitely hit the person on the right.

If I hit a person and saved a group of people, even if I am sentenced later, I will only bear the responsibility of hitting and killing one person.

Do you think it’s very profitable?

However, the person on the right road is me now, and I cannot leave this road. The magic flying arrow is controlled by me, and the people on the left road are all familiar and acquainted to me.

So I have to make a choice, how should I choose?

What would you choose?"

Mu En took a deep breath and straightened his chest. His eyes were bright, as if there was light contained in them.

“The education I received did not allow me to choose myself.

There should be more than ten million people in the royal capital, right?"

Mu En thought of the family of three he saw in the living room in the ruins of the royal capital.

If there are no accidents, history will repeat itself in twenty days.

"Please remember, the choice I make now is not because of how nice your words are.

I am just doing this for Sister Qin and the others, and for the innocent people in the capital. "

Mu En thought of the little girl who gave him a white silk scarf at the Flame Lion family's trading market.

"I will follow your plan and get closer to you in this era step by step, and then give him my bloodline!"

After saying this, Mu En seemed to have relieved the depression in his chest.

At this time, when he recalled what he had just said, he felt that he was so awesome.

Really riding a horse like a hero.

Although the choice he makes will change history and save everyone in the capital, so that the capital and the empire will not be destroyed.

And almost no one knows that he is the person who changed history.

But that doesn’t matter anymore, right?

When a hero comes forward, he thinks back to these things: What will others think of me and admire me if I do such a thing? What will happen if they don't know that I have done such a thing?

People who can think so much are not heroes, they are careerists.

All in all, Mu En never thought that she would have such a day.

But this day came just like this.

Swain looked at Mu En silently.

Mu En's words made him a little stunned.

The education he received... wasn't his memory implanted by himself? What kind of education would allow him to make such a choice for such a reason?

No matter what Swain thought, he couldn't understand what education Mu En was talking about.

He didn't understand at all that a soul had already been replaced in this body called Mu En.