When you are old and you realize that you have so many beautiful things that you haven't tried, and you don't muster up the courage to try, it's too late.

Unfortunately, I'm not going to grow old anymore.

There are a lot of things I can do and do things that I won't regret.

I never wanted to be able to completely stop doing things that would make me regret them for the rest of my life, my life was too long, and it would be a scary thing to do if I did.

Because there are so many kinds of regrets, if I encounter the "regret" that scares me the most, I will definitely live rather than die.

So, I tried to avoid doing things that I regretted.

I didn't have parental restraints, no blame, no people I could imagine to stop me from doing things.

I am the King of Benevolence, and it is unlikely that they will stop me, nor will they be able to stop me.

Once upon a time, I stood in my so-called royal palace and always felt like I was no longer myself.

I had to deal with so many government affairs, and I had to deal with so many complicated and trivial matters of the people every day, and I had to ask myself whether I was or not.

I don't need any sense of honor or any fame or fortune they give me.

I am their creator, not one of them.

I'm not stupid enough to forget who I am.

They are human, and I am an astral body.

I don't expect any of them to become astral beings, and none of them will have the audacity to try to make me human.

I'm like, all the time, above them.

At first, I was gentle with everything, and they just did their own thing.

The first generation of royal family got along very well with each other, and under my guidance, they found the direction of racial survival.

They build their homes, and I, as a "special royal man," am among them, as their intermediary in administering justice and strife.

I am a special mediator.

I thought, I created them, I should be responsible for them to the end, although I don't want to take care of their meticulousness, but I must be responsible for eating and drinking Lazar.

This meant that I had to be part of their collective.

I, looking for the shadow of the desolation, and using the dragon, respectively manage the government affairs, legal system, and culture of the royal family. Guiding the simple first generation of royalty. They see us as leaders, they see us as guides, they see us as faith.

But with the birth of the second generation of royals who were not made by us, things became complicated.

None of us could have imagined that the royal people we created did not have an eternal lifespan, nor did they have the instinct to suppress their desires.

Step by step, things are going badly.

First of all, there is the land.

The second generation of royalty is not satisfied with the land they have been enclosed, they are not satisfied with the production tasks we have laid out, and they are not satisfied with the food and honor we have granted.

They are merciless and want more, more.

They say that whoever works more, should get more.

It sounds like nothing to blame, but when it comes to it, it's very different.

The son of a person with a little prestige in the second generation of royalty, that is, the second generation of royalty, wants his father, who has the right to speak, to fight for more for him, a child who is not yet mature and not yet able to be a leader.

Land, food, and even ...... Woman.

We didn't think that the other gender we created could also be a resource, or even a weapon.

We're heartbroken, but we're not chilling yet.

We had to face something for the first time.

That is, hostility.

The second generation of royals hopes that their first generation will be able to give them more. Or, the first generation of royalty instinctively gave to the second generation—they themselves gave birth to more second-generation royalty.

The problem arises, I, as an intermediary, have no way to give them more.

To be honest, I give everyone the same tasks, and the same income is indeed a bit of a literal stretch.

After all, I also understand that not every single one of the royal people I have personally created is so worry-free, they are marked as different, and there are some people who are short, fat, thin, sick and poor.

The difference between age and body function makes this [difference] even more complicated.

So, my role was questioned.

Although I firmly believe that under my guidance, no one needs to obtain food through divine powers, whether it is the elderly or children, can get more.

This kind of more should be a kind of deserving, not a reward, nor a gift.

I was reminded by the dragon that my assignment was indeed too child's play, and that it should not be.

My distribution scheme gets praise from the first generation only because the first generation was made by us, and they rarely get sick and rarely have differences in skills.

What's even more valuable is that they share weal and woe with us and build a home together.

What an exciting and happy thing it is to reclaim the land of the royal family piece by piece, and the stage of territorial expansion that everyone has, everyone likes, and everyone is excited about has long ended.

Now, it's a matter of distribution.

I didn't find the right way to distribute it, so the second generation of people didn't trust me so much, and they were treated more and more unjustly, and they were unfairly oppressed more and more.

I, too, have changed from being a mediator to being a human being inside and out.

The first time I complained to me, Shadow Seeker angrily scolded a pair of shameless men and women, and even killed their respective partners......

And one more important thing.

These are two second-generation royals, and their parents are both first-generation royals with some prestige......

Shadow Seeker was stuffed with a bunch of gifts......

As you can imagine, these gifts ...... Who sent it......

Those humans would think that the gods would accept gifts from humans......

Seeking the Desolate Shadow beheaded them according to the law, and was infamous for it.

Shadow Seeker looked at me angrily, I looked at him blankly, at that time, I couldn't imagine how badly Shadow Seeker had been hurt by the rumors......

But I didn't know that I was also anxious to face all kinds of controversies.

A bowl of water is uneven, and I always have rewards and punishments, biases, and disputes......

I want to bring them justice, fairness, and, a better world.

Now, it's a long-cherished wish.

I have invariably offended some of my people, and without exception, I no longer seem to have to deal with their own affairs.

It wasn't until the birth of the third generation of royalty that the first beggar appeared in my kingdom...... Beggar on the streets......

I knew that my dreams were shattered.

I can't be their king......

Though I retain the prestige of the king.

The King of Heavenly Benevolence is the title given to me by the first generation of royal people.

The third generation of the royal family only remembers that there is a king like me.

He is even known as the god of the old days.

I'm kind of an unlucky guy......

One of the unlucky ones.

Later I learned that all the gods had suffered a great loss and did not want to continue to govern their kingdom.

According to the current parlance,

We......

So hard to pay for them......

What the hell is the picture......

provoked his own infamy......

I have no pity for my unrequited efforts, and I will never regret working hard to create a better kingdom for them......

I fought for it...... Dedicate to it...... Never regretted it......

Perhaps, among them, there will be a leader who thinks the same way as me......

Don't let beggars show up at the bazaar......

Don't let scavengers show up in the wilderness......

Don't let the heads of people with dreams bleed......