The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

The Eternal Night Empress had honed her acting skills through countless power struggles with ministers in the court and coordinated performances with her subjects.

Without needing any preparation, she immediately adopted a sorrowful and distressed expression, sighing deeply:

"With the alliance of the Seven Gods and the various races who worship them casting covetous eyes around our empire, I fear my Azure Vine Empire is doomed..."

Roger consoled her, "Your Majesty need not worry. The Azure Vine Empire will last for millennia, and Your Majesty will naturally be the eternal ruler of the continent!"

【My bloody premonition is really accurate. Targeted by the gods, you'll be gone in ten years, and the empire will naturally collapse and disintegrate...】

Several crisp sounds echoed.

The Eternal Night Empress nearly lost control and punched Roger in the nose.

This bastard actually cursed me to die in ten years!

What made her restrain her anger was that the Empress immediately recalled something.

When she previously divined Roger's fate, she found that he was not within the River of Fate, and his future was a blank slate.

Later, she returned to the Arcane Society and had a legendary mage specializing in divination perform another prediction, but the result was still a blank slate.

Even using the highest-level divination methods mastered by the Arcane Society, they couldn't fathom Roger's destiny.

But sometimes, no result is also a result.

Such an abnormal blankness pointed to two possibilities.

Either the target of the divination was as powerful as the gods themselves, or there was a powerful being proficient in divination shielding his fate from behind.

If Roger had the strength of the gods, could she still suppress him?

So clearly, Roger was the latter.

Behind him was a powerful being proficient in divination, so powerful that one person was greater than the entire Arcane Society!

So when the Empress heard Roger's words, she couldn't help but think:

Could it be that the powerful being predicted my demise and the fall of the empire?

Although prophecies are not guaranteed to come true, prophecies made by that level of existence have a very high probability of occurring...

So... I might really be doomed?

The Empress felt a chill run from her head to her toes.

This two-faced kid, saying millennia, saying eternal ruler, is just purely comforting me, right?

Roger noticed that the Empress's expression was constantly changing, becoming increasingly unsightly, and he couldn't help but feel more and more uneasy.

But reflecting on his words just now, besides the alliance of the Seven Gods, he hadn't said anything excessive, right?

With the Empress's personality, unless she knew the future plot, knew that she would be targeted by the gods in a grand scheme in ten years and would inevitably die, she would never retreat, right?

And she is a native of this world, so how could she know the plot of the game!

So Roger couldn't help but wonder:

【No way, no way, the Empress is still a generation of kings who resisted the gods, she wouldn't really be frightened, right?】

【She is a fierce person who would rather die standing than live kneeling, how could she have moments of confusion and retreat?】

【Bloody hell, cheer up! You are invincible for these ten years, you are the prettiest girl, the gods can't do anything to you, I'm still counting on you to carry me!】

Although the Eternal Night Empress felt like a storm was raging in her heart, she also knew that her performance was too much, which might expose the possibility that she could hear his thoughts, thus arousing Roger's suspicion.

No, this Roger has someone above him, and may even know more secrets and prophecies, so I can't cut off this path.

Moreover, the Empress didn't want to be looked down upon by Roger.

So what if it's a prophecy? So what if it's fate?

I refuse to accept my fate!

She forcibly gathered her thoughts, turned passivity into initiative, and asked seemingly casually:

"Roger, if one day the empire falls apart and the land is scorched, what will you do?"

Come, let me hear, are you the historian who wants to write truthfully in front of the Great Library.

Or are you just a useless younger brother who wants to lie flat and survive, and surrender to the gods at any time?

Chapter 47: You Will Eventually Find Your Own Hero's Path 4K

The Eternal Night Empress's question can be said to have caused a series of critical hits to Roger's soul.

This was the core issue he had been confused about all night.

The Empress could no longer capture his thoughts, because his mind was in a state of chaos.

But the Eternal Night Empress was not angry.

She felt that Roger's reaction was a good sign.

This meant that even knowing the most desperate fate, Roger had not completely given up on the empire.

He was still hesitating and had not made a final choice, so his mind was chaotic.

The Charles family has a good son!

If he had declared his loyalty to the empire without thinking in this situation...

Then the Empress would have suspected that he was a treacherous villain, engaging in self-hypnosis to play a grand game.

Because it is easy for the ignorant to be fearless.

To still love this world after recognizing all its darkness, to know that it cannot be done and still do it, that is true courage.

She didn't demand that Roger must do anything for the empire.

The ending is not yet determined, and we can still try for a miracle.

But if the ending has been written, and we know there is no miracle and still go to our death calmly, that is really too difficult.

The Eternal Night Empress quietly watched Roger, patiently waiting for him to give her an answer.

Anyway...

Now that she knew that she was not the only one who was distressed about the fate of the empire, she felt much more balanced.

This bastard has been more distressed than me for a longer time, hehehehe!

And Roger was indeed as the Eternal Night Empress analyzed, extremely uncomfortable and extremely conflicted.

It should be said that he had a decision, but something happened and his thoughts changed.

Familiar with the game's plot, he always had a broad road in front of him that could easily win the favor of the gods, waiting for him to step on it.

Especially with the Eternal Night Empress's inevitable death and the Azure Vine Empire's inevitable demise.

Based on the biological instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, this was an excellent choice that seemed to have no downsides.

Beautiful women, divine artifacts, strength, and fame, that road also had plenty.

I don't want to work hard anymore, just find Mentor Tianming to carry me.

That was a peerless beauty who was no less than the Eternal Night Empress, and conquered countless players.

But being in the empire, seeing the changes that the Eternal Night Empress had led this country to make, and watching the unity and struggle of the empire to create glory, Roger's position had unknowingly shifted.

Especially after the believers blew themselves up tonight, he went against the tide and walked towards the center of the camp, thinking of stopping those believers who were ordered to finish the job, he felt unprecedentedly happy.

Even now, he doesn't regret it in the slightest.

Even if that would lead to his exposure to the gods and increase the uncertain risks for his future "seclusion".

But he felt that at that moment he was truly alive.

He remembered what Joey had said to him, that the glory of a soldier is to die on the battlefield, not in bed.

Even if he lies flat in bed again, he is still a young man.

I want to live, but it's hard to cool down the blood.

In some moments, he wanted to do something for this world, even if it was to be a fool holding a spear and charging at windmills.

Clearly, there is a simpler and more glorious road.

That is extremely good, but I am resisting.

Having a lying-flat system, a transmigrator with a promising future, but binding himself to a chariot of inevitable destruction, this must be stupid to the extreme, right?

After calculating, he didn't have a final decision.

Facing the Eternal Night Empress's eyes as deep as the sea, Roger suddenly didn't want to lie to her anymore.

Slogans of loyalty can be shouted loudly, and lying is not difficult or psychologically burdensome for him.

But this time he chose to follow his true thoughts and said seriously:

"Your Majesty, I don't know how to deal with myself at that time, but I really hope that the empire will never have a day of shattered mountains and rivers."

The Eternal Night Empress looked at him, a little smile gradually emerged from the depths of her eyes, and finally bloomed into an extremely bright smile at the corner of her lips.

This useless young master in front of her had been lazy, fearful, confused, hesitant, and desperate...

But he was not completely overwhelmed by the fate and gods blocking his way.

The Eternal Night Empress said with profound meaning: "Roger, you are very good, I believe that you will eventually find your own hero's path."

Hero?

Something seemed to be pricked in Roger's heart.

This was really a comment he had never thought would fall on him.

He smiled wryly and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, you really think too highly of me. I never wanted to be a hero, I am just a very ordinary little person, if possible I just want to huddle under my sister's wings, be an ordinary and unremarkable playboy, living a life of luxury and debauchery, living a long life, even if I waste my time, I don't want to use my brain."

"Is that so? Maybe I know you better than you know yourself!"

The Eternal Night Empress suddenly raised her hand and poked Roger's face, "Little people don't have much, don't expect much, and don't ask much of the world. But if some existences are greedy beyond imagination, and even want to take away the last bit of things that little people cherish, stepping over the red line that he has retreated again and again... Tell me, how will this little person react?"

"A commoner's wrath, blood will splatter five steps?"

"Correct answer!"

The Eternal Night Empress snapped her fingers and stared at Roger with sparkling eyes, "Little people have always been good at patience, but if they can't bear it anymore, the reaction will only be more intense and firm than those superficial heroes and big shots."

Roger shook his head: "Your Majesty, it's better not to have too high expectations of me, I'm afraid the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" The Eternal Night Empress snorted, "Although I'm not much older than you, I've seen too many people. Do you want to bet that one day, you will make a choice that you don't even believe in yourself, you will become a hero that all intelligent races under this starry sky will sing about."

She said this somewhat domineeringly and unreasonably.

But listening to Roger's ears, it inexplicably carried a bit of coquettishness.

It was inexplicably like a naive little girl, pestering you to promise her the beautiful doll she wanted.

Heroes, the starry sky, the future, perhaps they are the romance that only young people will imagine.

When people reach a certain age, just surviving is tiring enough, they will become realistic, hunching their backs, only seeing the mud under their feet, and no longer seeing the distant light of the starry sky.

The Empress's unfounded belief made him feel warm, but also uneasy.

If it were another young man, the encouragement of an ordinary girl would make him make many impulsive choices (or brag a little).

Not to mention the ruler of a country, the most beautiful, most powerful, and most proud Eternal Night Empress in this world, giving him such recognition.

Roger has always felt that he is really just an ordinary person, or a sophisticated egoist.

Greedy for life and afraid of death, fond of the rich and despising the poor, timid and afraid of trouble, lazy and lustful, he has all the shortcomings that a little person should and should not have.

Relying on a little foresight as a transmigrator, and relying on a golden finger that doesn't work stably, he has done some things, but they are all insignificant things.

Unable to carry on his shoulders, unable to lift with his hands, a waste who can't even cast a magic spell or perform a complete set of swordsmanship...

How could such a person be related to the word hero?

So looking at the Eternal Night Empress who was so sure, his original intention took the upper hand again, and he chose to be steady:

"I can't bet, because everything a subject has belongs to Your Majesty, there is nothing to lose, this is not fair to Your Majesty."

"Hmph, cunning!" The Eternal Night Empress glared at him fiercely.

If you are cowardly, then so be it, but you still have to play this kind of cleverness.

So in her heart, she declared that she had won unilaterally today.