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Chapter 1619 Final Chapter: Crossing the Sea [70] "Saints and Sinners (5)"

...Someone called me Your Highness?

Su Ming'an immediately turned around and saw a beautiful and alluring demon woman.

“Hui Chi has been praying day and night, and I never expected it to actually work… a corpse can actually come back to life.” The demon woman blew on her fingernails and sighed with a smile.

Su Ming'an already knows who he is.

—Su Wenli.

Because he killed the Lord of the World and eradicated the Lord's karma, he ultimately had to fill that karma himself. The person "Su Wenli" did not exist originally; he came into existence as soon as he arrived and was automatically given the background that "Bishop Huichi resurrected the Lord's son through a sacrifice."

Moreover, due to the automatic completion of cause and effect, his story before becoming a corpse was also automatically completed. Images of "himself" surfaced in his mind: the orphaned son of the world's ruler, found as a child by Bishop Huichi, raised in the palace, later dying in an accident, and Huichi sealing him in an ice coffin, relentlessly pursuing his resurrection…

This is not someone else's story, but everything that Su Ming'an, as the "son of the world's ruler," would experience; it is his own kind of "IF" scenario.

Now, he's awake.

He possessed Chen Yuhang's body, but Su Wenli was originally himself. Therefore, he simultaneously possessed two identities. The method to switch identities was death, so wouldn't death and rewind...?

"Who are you?" Su Ming'an asked.

The demon took his hand in his and kissed it: "I am your faithful servant, the cunning demon Evelyn."

—The Deceitful Demon, a level three god, was killed by Su Ming'an and was merely a servant.

Evelyn said, "Please wait here for His Holiness the Bishop, and then I will take you out."

This made Su Ming'an's brow furrow. Did he have to seek Hui Chi's opinion before going out? Was this bishop truly dedicated to assisting his deceased son, or did he simply want to use him as a mascot?

……

"Ding dong!"

[“Stalking Mode” has been triggered!]

[(You can see Qi Zhou's movements.)]

……

An eye pattern suddenly appeared on the back of Su Ming'an's hand.

Qi Zhou had previously lured Hui Zi away; it was unclear how things had become. Su Ming'an pretended to sit down and rest, but in reality, he began to spy on Qi Zhou.

……

"Su Wenli and I are half-brothers!"

"Back then, the World Lord and a close friend 'gave birth' to us. I am the World Lord's biological child, while Su Wenli is the child of the World Lord's friend. However, due to a series of unfortunate events, we were switched at birth. He was taken back as the World Lord's son, while I was taken back by the World Lord's friend..."

“My adoptive father has passed away. I came to find my biological father, Shizhu, but I didn’t expect that Shizhu is also gone. My only relative in this world is my brother, Su Wenli. Although we are not siblings, we are closer than siblings!”

Qi Zhou spoke passionately and movingly in order to appease Hui Zi.

Hui Zi initially didn't believe such nonsense, but Qi Zhou was indeed the Lord's child, and no matter what method she used to verify it, it wouldn't be exposed.

Bai Ran was already crying, leaning against the evil god's chest, tears streaming down her face: "I never imagined such a thing could happen, the children were switched at birth, the real and fake heiress... no, the real and fake young master... you must have suffered a lot these years... you've gone mad, wearing a cat hat..."

Qi Zhou was so angry he wanted to bite his teeth.

They arrived in the Central Kingdom and reached the Palace of the World Ruler.

Gazing at the magnificent golden building before him, Qi Zhou suddenly felt a sense of disorientation—he must have been here more than once, but what was he doing here? Who was he here to see?

All that remained in my mind was a hazy white mist; the figure I once hated to the core had vanished.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Those barren and desolate grasslands have all disappeared, as have the ragged and emaciated people, and the houses destroyed by gunfire.

Everywhere you look, there is dazzling sunlight.

A glazed dome cascaded with molten gold, its light shimmering like fragments of sunlight. A strange fragrance filled the air, emanating from the mouths of gilded bronze beasts at the corners of the hall. Gold, like a beautiful serpent, coiled around the massive malachite pillars. The faces of saints on the iconostasis became blurred and distant in the rising smoke. The incense was sweet and rich.

On the throne, a man stood silently to the side, his golden hair bathed in dazzling light, his crimson eyes calmly gazing at the kneeling believers, a smile of compassion playing on his lips. The glass paintings hanging high above the dome, depicting the descent of gods, the surrounding angels, and all manner of miracles, all fell into his deep, pigeon-blood ruby-like eyes.

"God so loved the world as a shepherd embraces a lost lamb."

His voice echoed through the magnificent temple, where he wore a pure white bishop's robe, the collar and hem of which were intricately woven with ancient and elaborate gold thread.

The believers prostrated themselves even more, as if following the holy light.

Qi Zhou looked up at the statue the man was leaning against—it was the statue of the Radiant Mother Goddess. Qi Zhou suddenly understood that the gods were merely weapons for this man to wield power; regardless of who he believed in, this man was the same.

In Qi Zhou's memory, Hui Chi was just an ordinary bishop, but after the Lord of the World passed away, this bishop... was so dazzling that people dared not look directly at him.

Suddenly, those deep eyes looked over, seemingly drowning out all other sounds: "...And who is this?"

“This is the true heir of the world, who was switched at birth,” Hui Zi introduced Qi Zhou’s identity.

"Oh." Hui Chi stepped forward, his pure white robe trailing on the smooth floor tiles, and streaks of molten gold falling on his flowing golden hair.

“遗, 子”.

He spoke with a smile, his words like pearls falling, each one resounding.

Qi Zhou felt a pang of guilt, but then he heard Su Ming'an's voice in his ear: "Don't be afraid."

Qi Zhou immediately straightened his chest.

“Bishop, I sincerely invite you to join my camp…” At this moment, Hui Zi took the opportunity to win over Hui Chi.

To ordinary people, the eight protagonists are high above. However, to the ruler of the world, the eight protagonists have to curry favor with him.

—Su Wenli, the orphaned son of the previous ruler and the current leader of the Lin Clan, is the eldest of three sons. He inherited the ruling power of the previous ruler, and compared to his second and third brothers, his chances of winning are far greater. If the protagonist gains his favor, his chances of success will increase significantly.

"You have found the Lord's son for me." The bishop smiled. "Very good. The dark elves of the Western Union are now at your service."

Hui Zi was overjoyed. Although they were siblings, she never dared to be presumptuous.

"Is this your true face, Hui Chi?" Qi Zhou said softly.

Hui Chi seemed not to hear, and continued walking towards the back hall with a smile.

The warm, golden-pink fragrance still filled the air, with ambiguous smoke drifting gently within the golden cage. Seated on the throne was a beautiful woman with purple hair, who was pickily eating grapes peeled by a maid, lazily glancing at a white-haired girl below the stage.

The air was filled with the gentle sounds of stringed instruments on both sides, and a white-haired girl knelt before the table.

"I've heard that Ashley is the goddess of flowers in poetry. Asking you to write a poem for me is just asking you a hard time?" The purple-haired woman snorted.

"My poems are not written for royalty and nobility," the white-haired girl said calmly. "The common people can hear them, the Red Chamber can hear them, the magpies by the roadside can hear them, but you cannot."

Everyone envies the Lin Clan for being favored by the world, but they overlook the cruelty of the Three Lives. With Su Wenli's victory almost certain, the fate of the other two members of the Lin Clan seems to be sealed.

"—Asking you to write poetry is an honor!" The purple-haired woman suddenly stood up and threw a glass of wine at Ashley. With a "splash," Ashley's white hair was covered in grape juice. "You, who were destined to be eaten by my brother, are only spared until now thanks to his mercy!"

"This is Wenli's sworn sister, Princess Chenghua," Huichi introduced at the opportune moment.

As soon as he spoke, everyone saw Hui Chi and Qi Zhou. The musician stopped playing, the dancers bowed and knelt down, leaving only the haughty Princess Chenghua.

The white-haired girl still stood tall, her thin clothes soaked with wine. She trembled slightly but remained silent.

"...Even if I die, it doesn't matter?" Hui Chi said gently.

He didn't call out a name, but everyone in the room knew who he was asking.

Everyone held their breath, afraid of disturbing his question, as if he were the ruler of the place.

Ashley calmly replied, “I do not write a single word for the sake of grand halls and intoxicating dreams, nor for fine clothes and luxurious appearances, nor for those who hold positions without doing their jobs.”

"False arrogance!" Princess Chenghua sneered.

"By the way," Hui Chi suddenly looked at Princess Chenghua, "who gave you permission... to break Xili's knee?"

Princess Chenghua's face turned slightly pale.

"boom!"

Su Ming'an heard a piercing gunshot, which was heard not only from Qi Zhou's perspective but also from his own.

Someone fired a shot inside that magnificent hall.

—The beautiful, elegant, and aloof Princess Chenghua lay in a pool of blood, and the blond-haired, red-eyed bishop blew out the smoke from his gun.

“The mischievous little deer has been spoiled.” The bishop took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the muzzle of the gun. “The prince values ​​you, you are the princess. The prince is tired of you… you are just a weed.”

Dozens of servants appeared from nowhere and skillfully dragged away the corpse, replacing it with an even more beautiful young woman, dressed in gorgeous clothes, sitting on the high platform.

"What's your name?" Hui Chi asked, tilting his head.

"My name is Wen Hua," the girl said softly.

"Yes, from now on, you are Princess Wenhua." Hui Chi said calmly, "When Wenli wakes up, you can go and play with him."

"Yes." The girl lifted her skirt and bowed.

Qi Zhou watched all this silently. He had seen this scene before; the Lord of the World had held a "Fragrance Gathering" to choose playmates for his daughter, and those playmates often disappeared... It was the same thing.

“Wen Li has no friends, so I will choose friends for him.” Hui Chi put away his gun: “But the spoiled little deer cannot be his friend. Once he crosses the line, he will be replaced.”

“You didn’t ask for his opinion,” Qi Zhou said.

“I have a duty to protect his integrity.” Hui Chi said, patting his chest. “He only needs integrity, kindness, and happiness. The Imperial Tutor Hui Bi and I will eradicate all ugliness for him. His friends will always be the best… He doesn’t need to think about heavy and complicated philosophy, because kindness and simplicity are his true nature.”

“It’s its true nature,” Qi Zhou said. “...Or is it ‘a color that has been artificially labeled’?”

"Take His Highness Qizhou back to his room." Hui Chi turned his head.

A group of guards immediately came over and grabbed Qi Zhou's arm.

On the other hand, Su Ming'an noticed the connection—the positions of Hui Bi and Hui Chi were very similar to those of the Candy Kingdom of Little King Su Liujin, the Holy Grail War where he had briefly visited for two hours.

Which one is real, and which one is a copy? Or are both real?
He opened his eyes and saw the alluring and beautiful Evelyn right in front of him, gazing at him with deep affection.

"What are you doing?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Do you still remember your promise?" Evelyn asked gently. "You said you would become a demon..."

Su Ming'an had no recollection of it; Su Wenli had probably made that promise casually to appease this devil.

"Wait a little longer," Su Ming'an said casually, adjusting to his new body. His limbs were stiff from just waking up, and he tried to muster some divine power…

His body froze.

Evelyn cupped his face in her hands, lowered her eyelids, and whispered, "But I can't wait any longer, Your Highness, how can you refuse me..."

Click-click—click—

Her hands were covered in blue light, and her body, which had not yet warmed up, froze again. His heartbeat stopped instantly, and his breath became stagnant.

The final scene shows Evelyn gently placing him back into the ice coffin and closing his eyes.

"Anyway, His Holiness the Bishop doesn't know you've already woken up..."

……

Su Ming'an suddenly opened his eyes.

...What kind of family environment does Su Wenli have? This is too dangerous!
He found himself in a theater, where dancers were performing a folding fan dance on stage.

...Whom did he possess this time?

Before his vision could clear and before he could even regain control of his body, a sharp knife suddenly came flying at him and pierced his neck.

He clutched his neck, blood gushing out, and heard the screams of the soldiers around him.

He suddenly remembered where he was—it was that theater, before it was destroyed, where the dancer Chen Fang assassinated the officer—he possessed that officer's body!
A thought flashed through my mind: a trap...

Could it be that the Radiant Mother Goddess has already discovered him, and therefore deliberately arranged for him to die quickly, leaving him to bounce back and forth between deaths? The trigger conditions for death rollbacks are unknown...

The next moment, he collapsed from blood loss, and when he opened his eyes again, he was lying in the ice coffin once more. Indeed, death was the mechanism that switched between being an "ordinary person" and "the orphan of the world's ruler."

He cautiously observed his surroundings. Sitting beside the ice coffin was not the alluring and beautiful Evelyn, but a tall man with demonic horns and flowing red hair, who was drinking strong liquor.

"...You're awake?" The red-haired man turned his head. "I didn't expect that Hui Chi's tinkering with the corpse would actually bring you back to life."

...That sounds familiar; Evelyn said something similar earlier.

"Who are you?" Su Ming'an asked.

The red-haired man put down his wine jug and said calmly, "I am your servant, the Calamity Demon Pero."

—Disaster Demon, Level 3 God.

How could the son of a world ruler have two third-level gods as servants? He even secretly worships the Demon Mother Goddess.

"Evelyn was here just now. Did she do something to you?" Perlo asked, taking a big gulp of wine, his voice hoarse.

“She killed me,” Su Ming’an said carefully.

“That guy… is getting more and more audacious.” Perlo frowned. “A purple-haired man claiming to be the true son of the world has also come to the front hall. You don’t need to worry about him. The imposter can’t compare to the real thing.”

Su Ming'an got up, moved his body, and mobilized a trace of divine power to warm his body.

Suddenly, Pero's nonchalant voice came from behind: "When do you plan to leave with me?"