It has a throne, a throne that belongs to it. It is neither a rocking chair nor an ordinary recliner, but in the true sense, it belongs to the throne of the king - the seat of **.

Every king has such a chair, which can be very fantastical, very luxurious, very terrifying, or very simple. But there is no doubt that as long as the kings are still looking forward to it, still longing for it, and still alive, then this chair will never collapse and will never disappear. For it is "the king's proof" and "the king's treasure."

As long as faith remains, then life lives forever, plundering the madness forever. This is what it means to be a king.

The King's Seat and the King are in symbiosis together, and how big the King's Seat is, then the desire in the King's heart will be greater, and its power will become stronger and stronger. Until the king dies, the throne will never disappear. The throne will not disappear, and the king will never die. Even if they are destroyed, they will be reborn on the throne. Immortal.

Yes, nothing can live forever. But "they" are not things, they have never been.

"So, you don't have any chance of winning from the beginning, not even a single point, a dime, a chance to win that is thinner than my slender bear hair, poofhahahahaha. I really don't know if he knows about this kind of thing. Well, if you knew, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that kind of expression. After all, it's really selfish, and every time I do it, it makes me feel a little cruel. However, it is precisely because of this that I can feel his despair, and this feeling is really addictive. ”

It laughed and twisted its ass up the tall stairs. It never looked at what was on either side of the stairs, and even when "the one" was wailing, it only smiled more excitedly. What it sees is always its throne, a throne that belongs to it alone, and no one can sit on it.

The Seat of Despair.

"Sure enough, every time I sit up, I feel crooked, and my ass is so comfortable." It burst out laughing and rolled around on the massive throne.

The chair was so large that it was impossible to tell whether it was a bed or a chair, only the back of the chair and the armrests on both sides wordlessly explained its identity. There was no decoration on the chair, it was dark and it was dark and it was dark and dull. Only on the armrests on either side were two very artistic skulls, and black liquid gushed out of the empty eyes of the skulls.

The pitch-black liquid flowed down the chair, accumulating under the chair to form a small black pool, and then slowly overflowing and dripping into the bottomless darkness on both sides.

Enough of it sat up, stared blankly at the empty ceiling, and grinned again.

It just felt that a reincarnation was over. And here he came, the special man with a desperate expression that made him excited, and stepped into his realm with two dependents.

Ha, is there anything more exciting about the bear than this? It thought to itself.

Perhaps only the only time I experienced the despair from the world could I compare to the excitement. What would be his expression when he was desperate? What would be the reason for despair? What will be said? Will it be hopeless? Is there still hope? How much "resentment" can his despair bring? How much can you add to your throne? How long can you get yourself excited? All of this, it wants to know, it wants to know, it wants to know, it wants to know, it wants to know, it wants to know.

"Maybe you can bring more despair than both her and him, maybe oh, I'm very optimistic about you, special, puff." It sat on a chair with its legs crossed, covered its mouth with its hands and snickered.

Bang bang bang.

Three knocks in a row sounded a little abruptly, making the smile on its face froze for a moment, and then its face turned red, changed to an angry expression, jumped up and roared: "Who is going to disturb me!" I don't know I'm excited! The price of angering the king is heavy! Are you ready to be torn to pieces? I'm going to make your corpse into minced meat and eat it for today's dinner! Angry! ”

"Wang, when will your temper be restrained, it will be a good thing for both your subordinates and other kings. Because of this, everyone was terrified. I can still be a child's temper, other pitch blacks don't think so, if it were other pitch black, it would probably have been pulled out and chopped into meat foam. ”

A female voice sighed faintly, resounding above the space. Ethereal as if illusory, echoing in the closure, for a long time.

It looked startled, then quickly calmed down, and sat back in its chair to play with the rope on its own. The fat hand was unexpectedly dexterous, and the movement was so skillful that it seemed to have been done many times.

"King?" The ethereal voice asked a little strangely.

"What's wrong?" It asked back without looking up.

"Nothing, it's just time to set the next reincarnation. Or do you want to continue with the script from the previous time? She asked.

"What are the odds?" Its two hands weaved through the ropes, even pulling up an afterimage. The rope it plays is different from the ordinary sense, and it is more like pulling out the hand and using speed to force the next step before the rope deforms rather than skill.

"The desperation rate is 7%, which is not high, and I still recommend using the original script." She sighed.

"Then use it." It laughs.

She fell silent, as if she hadn't expected it to reply, and didn't reply for a long time.

"What's wrong? Surprised? Suddenly it stopped turning the rope and looked up at the empty ceiling.

"One thing, don't you really like the original script? Then why ......" she acknowledged the fact, asked.

"Of course it's because he's here, and I have to surprise him, don't you? If the difficulty of the game is too low from the start, no one will like it. And with Quadruple Despair, he'll love it. And it doesn't matter if we fail, we still have a lot of time, don't we? It laughed and tossed the rope aside, seemingly unconcerned about the fruits of its efforts.

The rope fell into the black pool below and was quickly swallowed by the black pool without the slightest residue.

"Quadruple despair...... Will I do it this time? She hesitated for a moment, then quickly steadied up and asked.

"Yes, I'll leave it to you. After all......" it sighed faintly, "you're the only one for me." ”

"Yes, my king." Her tone didn't change in the slightest, as if it wasn't her.

It lowered its head a little frustratedly and said, "You're still so cold, how about being a little warm to me once in a while?" ”

"Be careful who you are, you are the king, and I am just a dead thing." She replied calmly.

"Yes, yes, it's preaching again. It's boring. , get out when you've said enough, don't bother me, I'm going to keep playing for a while. Ahh My rope! How did you throw it in! It screamed in regret and rolled on its chair.

"Everything thrown into the pool of despair will be despaired, and the only fate for the rope is to turn to ashes. Don't tell me you forgot about it. She said in an unkind tone.

It scratched its head and snorted, "How is that possible." Forget it, it's gone, let's have some fun. It's not bad to look at my despair record once in a while, after all, 'everyone' has despaired so many times. It's a pity that it's difficult to transform small seedlings or small shields. I don't know if he will help me realize this possibility, I'm really looking forward to it, puff puff. ”

"Of course, but only those two provide a huge amount of energy when transforming, and the others are less than half at best. If you can find a stable solution, maybe your progress will be the fastest among all the kings. She said undeniably.

It smiled mysteriously, shook its head, and said, "Not necessarily. Have you heard of the newborn king? ”

"New king......" she repeated with some confusion.

"Well, it's normal that I haven't heard of it, after all, it's a recent thing." It covered its mouth and snickered, as if it was very happy with her blankness, "That kid is more terrible than ** and death, although it is only the newborn king, but I can feel that her strength is not inferior to those two garbage." ”

"The King of Wrath and the King of Greed?" She exclaimed, somewhat incredulously, "This can't be! Even if those two are only the weakest in the council, they have accumulated countless amounts anyway. A newcomer ......"

"That's why she's so scary. Do you know the value of king's realization? Desire, plunder, possession. Only by doing so can the king become stronger. And her realized value is probably the easiest and hardest of all of us to realize. She has always been longing, realizing this value all the time, but this value is not in her, so she is pursuing, becoming stronger all the time, and even getting 'sublimation' when she is born. It's so much fun, isn't it? I think I was only sublimated after that world destruction. It laughed, a little darkly.

"Sublimation...... This kind of talent, it's terrifying. King, she must be obliterated. Nothing could hold her anymore. If, after a certain amount of time, there is not even one in the entire council who can match her, she can have the strength to be close to the Lord. She looked a little excited.

It waved its hand to stop her excitement and said, "Don't worry, it looks like death is aware of this." ”

"Isn't it ......," she said with some concern.

"Yes, he gave a ban on killing each other. The Dark Council can't afford to lose. Poofha, loss, what a nice word, it's so unpleasant that it's desperate. Sure enough, his mind is empty and there is nothing left, is he turning his face with everyone for this little thing? I'm afraid those two idiots haven't realized how horrible things are, ** must have known, but they didn't show it. It's funny, does she want to try to devour this level of 'talent'? Who does she think she is? Amusing. ”

"King, the time has come." She interrupted abruptly.

It laughed for a moment, sighed, lowered its head to look at the black pool at the bottom of its feet, and did not speak for a long time. There was no reflection of its strange face in the black pool, and there was nothing in it, it was pitch black like a black hole.

"It's starting again." It said dumbfoundedly.

"Yes." She said mercilessly.

"Come on, then. What a disappointment, why now. Ritual, what a desperate word. This body is probably going to be changed again. Lost......" it muttered, slowly climbing off its chair, moving slowly like a twilight old man, far less terrifying than just now.

"It's ...... The King's Responsibility. She said silently.

"Yes, I am the king." It sighed, grinned again, and jumped into the black pool.

The wails around them became even more poignant. Above it, as far as it could see, a black, disembodied mass floated. After it jumped into the black pool, the pitch black spread out and gradually dispersed, and out came an identical one. It's just that its face is indifferent and doesn't have any expression. It landed on the pitch-black throne and stared at the black pool for a long time.

It was a long time before it began to murmur, and the voice was exactly the same as hers: "O Lord Almighty, tell me what sins it has committed to cause suffering, and if I can, let me bear this pain with me." ”

With that, it sighed faintly and jumped off the blackpool without hesitation.

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