Become...... The One and Only King?

Green suddenly realized the chill of this thought, and couldn't help but shiver.

The touch of his right hand reached his brain, and he hurriedly let go of his hand, allowing the cold blade to return to its sheath.

No, no, that's not something I'm supposed to think about.

But looking back on so many years, whether Misri is a qualified leader or not, he knows very well in his heart that although Misri has excellent personal charm and strong combat power that a hero should have, neither his sense of responsibility nor his work ability can match himself. The simplest point is that even if he controls the military department, he can't do the order and prohibition, but he has always been in charge of trivial matters, as long as he has an order, it is easy to seize power.

Wait, that's still not right.

What qualifications do I have to comment on Misri alone? After so many years of my own actions, can I be considered virtuous? Maybe I'm mediocre, but everyone chooses to hide it.

Green clenched his fists, searching his limited memory for the infinite answers.

What if that's really the case?

If that's really the case...... Then between me and Mithri, why did Atalanta choose herself?

His first reaction subconsciously was the bow general's slender waist, plump chest, and the delicate texture of the skin.

- The right hand initiates the forced interruption of the obscenity procedure, and quickly slapps a mouth on the face.

What a bastard.

Green scolded himself, his right face was hot, and his thoughts finally cleared up.

It was the only thing, or the only thing in the past, where he thought he was a little sorry for Misri.

He put Atalanta to sleep.

Green licked his dry lips, recalling the scene and the conversation he had with Ati.

…… It doesn't seem right. Should I say that Atalanta slept with me?

It is more in line with the facts.

"So, I should be a wise leader?"

He muttered to himself, nodded, and shook his head again.

I am...... Greenfield, leader of the rebel army...... A wise leader to follow......

Me and Atalanta...... We are......

Suddenly, a smiling face appeared in front of him.

Who? Who is it? Why is it obviously a strange face. But so familiar?

Green was a little flustered, he reached out in vain to grab it, but it was just a scene that passed through his mind, what could real hands grasp?

"By the way, I still have the Spirit Sea!"

The **, who wanted to remember that face, prompted him to sit down on the bench in the courtyard at once. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then sank into his vast spiritual ocean.

But he was immediately frightened.

The ocean of spirit is a concrete manifestation of spiritual power. It's not really a sea, so there's no wind, fish, aquatic weeds, no waves, no tsunamis.

However, what he saw at this time was a dark night sky, the wind was howling, and the muddy waves were constantly crashing against the sea.

"It's another mutation! Who did it, and I didn't notice it at all!?"

Suspicious, Green tries to calm the anomaly of the Spirit Sea. However, he moved his mind, but he didn't get any feedback from his mental power.

Can't suppress it?

Wrong!

He woke up suddenly.

I am the hero who slew the Dark Lord. The king who challenges the gods in the form of a mere human body! No one can invade my spiritual world without me knowing it, not even Misri. So the kings of the Golden Dome? Maybe they have such ability, but it has been several years since the defeat of the kings, during which I have entered the spiritual sea countless times, and I have never been like this.

Who exactly?

Exclude all impossible factors. No matter how incredible it is, the rest is the real answer.

Therefore, people who mobilize mental power without authorization...... Is it me?

On the dark and rainy night, a thunderbolt suddenly crossed the sea and air, and the lightning exploded and split the entire dark spiritual world, and the snow and light suddenly filled the sight.

The waves are turning in the ocean of spirit.

Something is shattered at this moment. Something has been given a new lease of life. Green suddenly remembered the Phoenix Nirvana he saw a long time ago, although this noble gold race is very arrogant, but it has a quality that other gold races do not have: Gaojie, they may be proud of their own bloodline, but they also despise the slavery behavior of other higher bloodlines to the bronze race, so in the middle of the war, the Phoenix line joined the camp of the rebel army, I don't know why, the phoenixes are very close to Green himself, so that time, he was fortunate to be able to see the Nirvana that the phoenixes regarded as private.

In the flames, the phoenix turned into ashes was reborn in the fire, and the impact of that scene on the soul was indescribable.

And now, Green feels that way again.

I have...... The blood of the phoenix? Am I going to nirvana too?

No, that's not right...... What are you kidding internationally......

It has nothing to do with bloodline.

This is a new birth, but it is not a new birth, and now we have to face the real self!

Myself...... Green...... Myself...... I'm Green......

Who is Green?

Greene is the abbreviation of Greenfield, the nickname given to Greenfield by friends, the leader of the rebel army, the hero of the Dark Lord with the blade, the great lord who liberated the world, and the ......

That's enough!

None of this is right, those have nothing to do with Grimm, they all belong to Misri! Green, not the Grimm of the Rebels, but the Grimm of Kinglunga!

A ray of sunlight pierces the darkness from the dark clouds.

I am Greenfield, I am the lord of the City of Origin, I am the Duke of Kinglenga of the kingdom, and I am the Emperor of the Arrow!

The silent cry pierced the entire spiritual world, and the overturned night rainstorm of Jiang Yang was like a fragile mirror image being shattered, crackling and shattering.

In the courtyard at midnight, Green suddenly stood up.

"My day—"

The familiar language fetish came to his lips, and he swallowed it back raw.

"——The red glow flies in the West Mountain, and the soldiers shoot the target and return the camp to the ......"

The voice faded into silence, and Green raised his head to look around the silent courtyard, and the sound of a dinner party rang in his ears. Suddenly I felt like crying, and suddenly I felt like laughing, I hummed twice, but all emotions calmed down again.

"So everything is false? Is everything I do just an experience of the world of memory? ”

He took a deep breath, only to feel a sense of distraction. Finally got back to who I really was. Thinking about the true meaning of his own here, the decades from beginning to end were nothing more than a trial, and in the end everything came to naught, and the sense of loss and melancholy made it difficult for him to lift his spirits.

So he sat down again.

It's hard to determine whether the achievements that don't belong to him are butterfly effects or just big dreams, and Green holds his chin in his hand and quietly recalls those "real" pasts. Occasionally, people enter the courtyard. Seeing that the leader of the rebel army was pondering alone, no one dared to disturb him, and someone specially recruited the waiters to keep them around the courtyard, in case a drunkard who had drunk too much broke in and disturbed Green's thoughts.

Quietly, forty minutes passed quietly.

"Hoo ......"

With a long sigh of relief, Green looked up and shook his arm, which was a little numb. The brain spun in a circle, reviewing all the adventures he had "experienced". I have to say that Green still admires himself. Fight the army and slay the Lord of Darkness...... Especially the part where he won Atalanta, it was like priing the corner of Misri's wall, which he couldn't have imagined when he first entered the trial space.

Wait, if I'm not mistaken, wasn't it the first generation that chose me into this world of memory in the first place? As a result, I fell in love with someone's wife......

I've got a big groove. I'm going to die!

Green sat up straight, his face suddenly turning ugly. His eyes swept left and right, and he suddenly stood up and turned his head to leave, startling the waiters who were waiting around.

"Lord Greenfield, do you need anything?"

The young duke stood still. turned back and looked pale and terrifying, and it took a long time before he spoke quietly.

"I probably ...... Need a person to mediate...... bar. ”

Casually sent away the attendants, Green hurried back to his office station, along the way met many soldiers toasting and congratulating him, he reluctantly responded, and finally got into the tent, and finally let out a sigh, wiped his forehead, full of sweat, and then reacted, his back was already soaked with sweat.

"Alas, misfortune and blessing are relied on, blessing and misfortune are lurking, it is a good experience, but it is lost to a woman."

Green scratched his head, he didn't dare to stay anymore, he had to hurry up and leave. He didn't know if the third stage of the trial was over, but since it was a test, there was always a difference between success and failure, and it was impossible for everyone in the past to pass the trial, and there would always be a way to leave. Take 10,000 steps back, even if you can't leave the memory world, it's a big deal to wait until you die, everyone is dead, and you should be able to return to reality.

But when Green walked over to his desk and saw some of the papers on the table, he faltered again.

Just gone? Ditch all your work?

Green gritted his teeth, patted his ass and ran away, but what about the work of the rebels? Now he was taking care of almost everything, and even if he was not there for a quarter of an hour, the rebels would have to be in a mess.

"Fuck a chicken, it's so uncomfortable not to finish things, my damn obsessive-compulsive ......"

Muttering, Green pulled out his chair and sat down, and began to write. He did not intend to continue with unfinished business, which was only a symptom rather than a cure, but what he now wrote was a detailed division of work and solutions to the problems, and at the same time he had put in place the notebook he usually used to write down the pages, and quoted the pages for others to refer to. In general, what Green left behind was equivalent to a catalogue, and in the future, as long as the scribes he arranged for each to follow the list and take what they needed, the rebel organization could continue to be maintained, and when Misri or whoever was in charge of it would be able to resume their daily routine.

"I'm also benevolent and righteous, anyway, it's also a memory, you can live as usual without me."

Putting down a few thick pages of text, Green sighed, the final work was done, and it was time to leave the rebels. Just as he stood up and was about to leave the tent, the curtain of the door was suddenly lifted, and Green's heart flickered to his throat, but he heard a delicate voice:

"Teacher? You're here! ”

Mommy, I'm scared to death......

Green rolled his eyes, he thought it was Misri chasing after him, scared that he was about to have a heart attack.

"Why did you get out too? Isn't the banquet fun? Green pressed his left chest, holding back his pounding heartbeat, trying to speak to his female apprentice in his usual tone. As he walked towards the door, he missed his sight, after all, he was a little weak-hearted, for fear that she would see some clues when he looked at his apprentice.

A woman's instincts are terrifying.

The apprentice, who was always wearing a short skirt, came in and stood at the door and pouted, "Of course the banquet is fun, I haven't danced for a long time, and finally everyone is here, if it weren't for the ......" Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

A bad premonition rose to his heart.

Another figure entered through the door.

"Is that a good farewell, Grimm?"

Green froze instantly.

- Fuck, men too.

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