I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 179 Life is like a play

Mordred collapsed on the soft big bed with a lifeless expression on his face.

As the memories of the past became clearer and clearer, the remaining hope in his heart was ruthlessly wiped out.

Mordred has concluded that Emilia will immediately report to the king what she just saw and heard, because all the maids around him are actually arranged by his dear father.

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Escape before the palace guards arrive? This is also impossible. After all, if you want to leave the palace, you have to pass through three iron gates. Once the guards see you like this, it will only make the consequences worse.

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Therefore, the only thing he can do now is to stay in this familiar yet unfamiliar room and enjoy the last moments of being a prince.

Mordred had never had any illusions about his father, who had a cold nature.

As we all know, King Aos is a businessman through and through, and leaves all matters other than finance to his ministers.

Mordred realized a long time ago that the military strength of the Kingdom of Essite was no longer what it used to be, and it was still declining due to various unnecessary expenditures.

The young prince therefore put forward some proposals on army reform at the meeting, and his excellent speech skills enabled him to win the approval of most nobles.

As a result, it was vetoed by the king, and it ended in vain.

In the eyes of Os, Mordred will always be that child full of childish and naive ideas, which can even be said to be stupid.

Os enjoys the great wealth that the title of king brings to him. Before death takes him away, he will sit firmly on the throne.

Giving up the throne to the weak Mordred? No way.

Conservatism and greed are the truest portrayal of King Os. In his view, as long as he has countless wealth, the rise and fall of the empire will become irrelevant.

After King Aos learned that his son had been blessed by God, he did not feel any pain and even seemed a little excited.

Os gave all those in the know enough to keep their mouths shut.

Today, the Essite Empire is facing an unprecedented crisis, so the fact that the prince was cursed and turned into a New Orlando must not be made public to the world.

Aos announced that the prince suddenly suffered from a strange illness and needed to stay in the palace to recuperate for a whole month. During this period, no one was allowed to visit the palace.

On the other hand, he ordered the priest to throw Mordred himself into New Orlando immediately. It was like cleaning up a piece of useless waste, everything seemed leisurely.

Oss, who was nearly sixty years old, could not accept that his successor was a lowly New Orlando native, not to mention that he had long disliked his son who was ignorant of current affairs.

I have to say that using the prince's sudden illness to cover up the fact was indeed a very shrewd decision.

And in this whole month, it is enough to complete many things. The most important one is to prepare for the prince's funeral.

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If it were ten years ago, God's blessing would have been enough to transform Mordred into a descendant of God who was respected by everyone.

Being chosen by the gods in the sky to become a New Orlando native represents the supreme honor, especially the special abilities gained after mutation, which are enough to drive all ordinary humans crazy.

But now, God's blessing no longer turns human beings into the favored sons of heaven with silver pupils, but instead degenerates them into sickly, ugly, deformed monsters.

After experiencing this sudden change, Mordred believed that he was the most unlucky time traveler in history.

And just last night, he stayed up all night in his luxurious room, imagining how he could control the fragrant maids in the palace and the shining gold coins in the treasury.

Even after inheriting the throne, he has already thought about how he should work hard to govern and stabilize the country.

Now that we have traveled to a world where the social level is equivalent to that of the Middle Ages, if we can use our thoughts that transcend thousands of years to change the entire era, why not do it?

However, the goddess of fate seemed to have played a joke on him. In just a few hours, Mordred was reduced from the crown prince respected by thousands of people to the lowest-ranking New Orlando native, and was forced to be permanently isolated from the outside world.

The heavy city gate of New Orlando slammed shut behind him, leaving only a horrifying sound, announcing the end of fate.

Mordred had to hold on tightly to prevent himself from falling down as the city gate closed.

Although Mordred's heart was shrouded in deep despair, there was no light on the road ahead of him.

The entire city of New Orlando slowly unfolded before his eyes, with defense towers and scattered soldiers lining the surrounding high walls.

However, these people were not to defend against external enemies, but to prevent the residents of the city from escaping.

Since the "Cataclysm", everyone who has experienced the transformation of God's blessing has been thrown into New Orlando, without exception, and left to fend for themselves.

This city, which is about to collapse, has been reduced to a luxurious cemetery, left to those who have long forgotten what death is.

Mordred even remembered that he once stood on the city wall, looking down at the frightened residents underground, just like the guards looking at him now.

This city was once so far away from him, and he was once outside the city walls.

Mordred once had a bold idea, what would it be like if he walked on those dark streets?

Ironically, this crazy idea that came out of nowhere turned out to be a reality.

Mordred pushed hard against the city gate behind him, trying to pass through the gap where the light came through. Finally, after exhausting his strength, he finally stopped this stupid behavior.

Mordred lowered his head and let out a silent cry. He felt like he was tied into a ball and kicked off the edge of the cliff. He hoped that this was just a nightmare.

However, he knew very well that the moment he woke up from the dream would never come.

On the way to New Orlando, the well-meaning priests had told him clearly that this nightmare would never dry up like the Ganges dividing the northern and southern continents, until the whole world was completely transformed into decay.

Mordred stood up slowly, and the unpleasant stench in the air seemed not that exaggerated.

He suddenly understood that he had to keep moving forward, as if something was driving him ahead. If he stopped here, he didn't know if he could stand up again.

The blessing of the gods had taken away his body, but Mordred would never allow it to taint his soul.

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Mordred looked up at the gloomy sky. The light at dusk was no longer able to penetrate the clouds, and the surrounding scene became blurry.

Soon it will be night.

Before night came, he decided to try his luck.

(End of chapter)