I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 178 God’s Blessing

The abandoned city seemed even more gloomy and gloomy than usual. Mordred stared at it for a while before looking away.

Yes, the huge walls of Nueva Escit are hard to ignore, but the people of Cassano try hard to forget that they exist.

Because whenever they recall the prosperity of that city, they can't help but sigh. And all of this can be attributed to the so-called "God's blessing".

For unknown reasons, this blessing given to mortals by gods ten years ago suddenly turned into a terrible curse.

Mordred shook his head, shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind, and climbed off the soft bed.

Strangely, the morning seemed to be too warm that day, but after he put on his robe, he felt a faint chill again.

"No matter, let's eat something to fill our stomach first."

"Ding bell!" He pulled the rope hanging the bell next to the bed to notify the servant outside the door to prepare breakfast for him.

This was another strange thing, he was hungry - very hungry, almost turning into an uncontrollable desire.

Based on the memory in his mind, he concluded that the prince had never had the habit of eating breakfast, but today he found that he couldn't wait to eat a piece of cake.

"Is it an adverse reaction after time travel?" Mordred whispered.

What's embarrassing is that five minutes have passed and there's still no movement at the door.

He decided to go out and find someone to ask why it took so long.

"Locke?" he called out from the dark room.

There was no response. Mordred frowned, angry at the servant's laziness. But where would Jace go?

When Mordred stood up, his eyes fell on New Essite City again.

In the shadow of this majestic city, Cassano looks like an insignificant small farm.

However, today's New Essite has been reduced to a huge and dim death land - it is no longer the imperial capital that everyone is proud of.

What was once the most prosperous city on the continent is left with only empty ruins, which have become dim and dull under the wear and tear of time.

Mordred looked at the desolate scene in the distance and couldn't help but shudder.

"Fortunately, I traveled to Cassano City instead of New Essite." Thinking of this, he began to lament his luck.

There was almost nothing worth mentioning about Mordred's ordinary past life, and even his original memories became blurry after traveling through time, including even his own name.

However, there is one thing that he has no doubt about, that is, as a prince, he will start a new life in this strange world.

"Dong dong!" A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Finally here." Mordred said, walking to the door and opening the door.

A pure and pleasant-looking maid stood respectfully outside the door holding a dinner plate in both hands.

Mordred saw that there were a few unnamed berries and a loaf of golden butter bread inside, exuding an alluring aroma.

But it was obvious that at this moment, his attention was focused on the pure and fair face of the maid, which was the first human being he came into contact with in this world.

The maid was flustered by Mordred's fiery eyes, but strict court etiquette told her not to raise her head and look directly into the prince's eyes, so she had to stand there uneasily.

After a few seconds of silence, the maid timidly opened her mouth and said, "Your Highness, what happened last night."

"What's up?"

"Just with you."

"With me? Please speak clearly." Mordred was confused and tried to remember what happened last night.

However, just like before, whenever he tried to recall the past, his head hurt as if it was about to explode.

The maid didn't notice anything unusual about the other party. A blush appeared on her face and she added: "Your Highness, you were drunk at the time."

"Drunk?" Mordred still looked confused.

"Yes, when you are drunk, you ask me to go to your room, and then..." the maid stuttered, unwilling to continue.

"Oh! Ahem, so that's what happened." Mordred vaguely recalled what happened last night after being reminded by the maid.

An indescribable scene flashed through my mind, and I actually laughed out loud at an inappropriate time.

However, in the next second, a smile froze on his face, and an indescribable sense of emptiness came over him like a tide, swallowing up his sanity in an instant.

Mordred stared at the food on the plate, "bang, bang, bang" his heart was beating crazily, as if some kind of power that had been dormant in his body for a long time was awakened.

He heard his breathing begin to become heavier and heavier, like the wheezing of an angry bull.

The maid also noticed this and finally couldn't help but raise her head.

However, the moment their eyes met, the maid let out a terrified scream.

"ah!"

The round tray filled with food slipped from the maid's hands in an instant and hit the floor heavily the next second.

"Clang!" The harsh sound of metal collision echoed in the empty corridor.

Mordred woke up immediately and looked at the mess on the ground in shock.

"Gods bless you!" The maid hurriedly lowered her head and prayed, with great fear in her eyes. She held the St. Peter pendant on her chest tightly with her right hand and stepped back unconsciously.

"Emilia?" Mordred called the maid's name, wanting to know what happened.

Unexpectedly, Emilia turned around and ran away. Before he could speak, the maid's figure had disappeared around the corner.

"What does this mean?" Mordred was surprised by this.

Due to a conditioned reflex, he lowered his head and looked at his hands. He was immediately stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

"How could it be possible? What on earth is this?"

As he murmured, he used his remaining rationality to desperately search for relevant memories in his mind.

Then he seemed to realize something, stumbled back to the room, and stood in front of the huge square mirror.

The dim light of dawn illuminated his slender figure, and also reflected Mordred's face full of despair. His blue eyes seemed a little absent-minded out of fear.

It was a body that belonged to a stranger.

Now he finally saw clearly that his hair had changed from the noble golden color to a dull silvery gray.

The most significant change was his skin - his delicate face in the mirror was covered with sickly dark spots, which was an extremely rare blue-gray color.

Mordred's originally handsome face faded into an unspeakable monster.

"It's all over." Mordred showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and his mood instantly hit rock bottom.

Because such a strange transformation can only prove one thing - "God's blessing" has befallen him.

(End of chapter)