The pendulum pin of the floor hanging clock is making a crisp sound.

In the royal palace of the Carl Sulmen Empire, located in the palace of glory of Prince Augusta, this young prince who has already sat in the highest position of power in the entire Carl Sulmen Empire, is still sitting at the desk in the dead of night with a bitter face and pondering.

The prince of the strongest kingdom in the eastern part of the continent, in the palace of the powerful enchantment created by thousands of Praetorian Guards, including the power of hundreds of high-level mages, Augusta still highlights a strong sense of unease in this palace that is heavily guarded like an iron wall, and if you look closely, you will find that Augusta, who is still young, has a little gray hair on his forehead.

Anxious, worried, and confused about the uncertain road ahead┉┉

When a person discovers that no matter how hard he tries, there is an existence that cannot be surpassed, anyone will feel infinite melancholy and loss. The gap between mortals and gods was so great that Augusta couldn't help but feel hopeless. How did the overlord Garseric establish a vast territory across the continent, and how did he defeat the supreme gods?

If you want to fight against the gods, will you only have the same existence as the gods in the end?

What do you want?

Augusta couldn't help but ponder, for the countless emperors who held great power, they undoubtedly only wanted two things, one was an immortal body that they could enjoy forever, and the other was to make themselves the giants of history to be sung by eternity!

Maybe so┉┉

What he wanted was not an immortal body, but a repetition of the most glorious era established by the man he worshipped, the overlord Garselik. Let your name be remembered in history and become a symbol that changes the world.

What I want is this┉┉I┉┉

Augusta suddenly felt a strange emotion welling up in his heart. It was as if the deepest part of the soul had been unreservedly excavated.

In an instant, the most painful memories in the depths of my mind were stirred up. Augusta couldn't help but think of many of the memories he most longed to forget, the stupid nobles. Those stupid brothers, and the stupid father, they only know how to defend their rights, without a little courage or a little enterprising spirit, greedily devouring the empire called Carl Sermen, and devouring the flesh and blood of the empire into their own mouths. Regardless of what the collapse of this country will bring.

Because they are nobles, they are kings, they are the chosen ones, they are blessed by the gods!!

They're just a bunch of idiots ┉┉ a bunch of parasites ┉┉

That's right!

Augusta couldn't help but raise his head, he was standing on the majestic fortress, the blood-stained banner was flying high, and the princess in the ring with her beautiful silver hair almost dyed red with blood was holding the two-handed war knife created by the democracy of the northern polar regions, like an insurmountable mountain, killing the enemy troops who climbed the city wall one after another.

Under the night sky, the man in the black cloak is under the light of the double moon, and the man with black hair and black eyes is quietly singing poems and walking on the grassland, as if he is taking the double moon in the sky as a lover, entering the secret realm that no one has ever entered, resolving all kinds of dangers on the journey, and finally ushering in an unprecedented magnificent beauty.

In the chaos of the battlefield, a woman with short red hair like a flame is wielding a sword to turn a guard into a corpse, and the thieves surrounding the woman crack open the boxes carried on the carriage and throw handfuls of gold coins into the air and cheer, but on the way back, the robbers distribute the gold coins along the way to the destitute people, giving them hope of survival.

Scenes emerge in front of Augusta's eyes, and the soldiers who died on the battlefield with the Blood Princess. Become a hero sung by the people for generations, travel with Saredogan, the Night Singer, to explore the mysterious places that are still unknown, draw the next detailed map of the entire continent, and fight with the thief Medoria even if she is sent to the gallows, but a hundred years later she has become the warrior who will always talk about the poets.

Not only that, but there are also many heroes and great people they worship, discussing the deepest secrets of the wizarding world in the magic tower. Playing the most beautiful music on the stage has left countless immortal movements for future generations, and countless great men and heroes have been born in this long time, and I long to be born in the same era as them, and share their glory with them!!

At this moment, Augusta seems to have returned to the past, to the moment when he made up his mind, and he wanted to be the same person as the overlord Garserik, because the era of the overlord is a living era. After the destruction of the Pellas Empire, this world ushered in not a move forward but a regression of science and technology, and many advanced technologies that had been possessed in the era of overlords were lost one after another. The whole world seems to have regressed, and this is a situation that I cannot tolerate. And the most unbearable thing is the attitude of people in this era who are content with the status quo, everyone has to get by, and they fight each other for the benefit of each other.

It's ugly! It's really ugly! It's like a mouse and a bedbug, and you live like a mouse and a bedbug, completely forgetting the glorious era you once built!

I can! I sure I can!

Augusta's heart couldn't help but cry out, unlike those incompetent rulers who were like their fathers, he had a sense of responsibility as an emperor, and would never easily succumb to his desires. Never let a new empire be destroyed, and build an eternal kingdom that unites everyone into a rock that will never be divided.

The sound like a huge thunder sounded in his ears, Augusta in the study woke up with a shout, and his chaotic thoughts gradually subsided with the sound of panting, Augusta, who was looking at the room in a lifetime, was still a little trance, what appeared in his mind just now was ┉┉ dream ┉┉ Why is it so clear!

"It is indeed a dream, your dream, Prince Augusta, the dream that you most desire in the depths of your soul┉┉ is also the dream that I desire. ”

A sound like a nightingale gradually sounded in the room, and Augusta couldn't help but be startled only to find that there was another person in his room, but the moment Augusta turned his head, the figure that caught his eyes made the prince of the strongest empire in the east of the continent unable to take his eyes off it anymore. (To be continued.) )