Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Turn into a monster with tentacles and a pig's brain on its head?

Ugh... It's terrifying just thinking about it.

"So I have to destroy it so that this guy won't waste any more lives."

At this moment, Shia asked, "But wasn't the Urumqi Dynasty destroyed? Why is this bronze disc still here? Shouldn't the enemy have destroyed this symbol of the dynasty as well?"

"The reason is simple: its power is too tempting. More than one person wants to possess it. Such a precious thing should be protected, so why destroy it?"

“These stiff corpses kneeling on the ground are not the original nobles of the Urumqi Dynasty, but people from other countries who craved immortality and power. Their clothing style is clearly not from Urumqi.”

"As for why they turned out this way... maybe the disc doesn't want them. It only wants humans with potential and strength, and only by transforming such people can they form combat power."

"It also has the ability to turn you into a dried-up corpse?! Isn't it very dangerous to get close now?" Argyle quickly dissuaded him, not wanting Domi to end up here forever like these dried-up corpses.

"The essence of this operation is the copper poison emitted by the disc. As long as you don't get close to it, you'll be fine. Don't forget, I'm immune to all poisons, so you should all step back a bit."

This explanation made sense, and the crowd, without suspecting anything, stepped back to a distance and watched Domi's actions.

Actually, I was just lying to them.

Even the most potent poison couldn't achieve the effect of turning a person into a mummified corpse; ultimately, it was still the magic used by the disc.

Who is least afraid of magic?

Soul Eater.

The magic from the disc struck him, but it was instantly dissolved by the spirit-devouring energy that permeated his entire body, causing him no harm whatsoever.

But this reason couldn't be told to others, so Domi told a white lie.

He stood in front of the disc, only a few fists' distance between them.

Looking up from this vantage point, the magnificence of the disc is beyond compare, but its splendor should have been buried deep underground thousands of years ago.

Seeing that Domi had no desire to become its subordinate, the disc's self-awareness stopped trying to persuade it and directly used magic on Domi.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

Even after ten seconds, Domi didn't turn into a dried-up corpse like the ancients; he remained lively and energetic.

Now it was the disc's turn to panic. Its minions were either all dead or gathered in the tomb, and no one could help it. Even its last magical means hadn't worked...

it's over...

Heaven is going to destroy it.

Chapter 111-110 Chronology: The End of the Bronze Age

As for how to destroy it?

Domi could sense the immense magical power filling the inside of the disc with just a moment's effort.

It seems to draw upon the energy of heaven and earth and use it for its own purposes.

Domi's idea was simple: if physical destruction wouldn't work, then destroy it from the inside, drain its magic, and stuff it with Soul Eater energy!

Just like immersing electronic components in concentrated sulfuric acid, this will corrode all the internal components.

Without a core, even the largest body is just an empty shell.

With this in mind, Domi placed his hand directly on the bronze outer wall of the disc, and the spirit-devouring energy in his body surged wildly into the disc.

Like ink poured into pure water, or like locusts swarming across the land, it quickly began to erode the pure magic, at a speed that was astonishing.

At the same time, the additional continuous damage from the Soul Devouring Energy is always in effect, and with the 30% continuous trauma damage increase provided by the Tremor at the End of Tragedy, the speed is increased to another level.

If there were a progress bar, the Soul Devouring Energy would have already corroded 3% of the magic power inside it in just a few minutes.

Perhaps sensing the terrifying power of the Soul-Devouring Energy, the bronze disc seemed to panic. It emitted a sound similar to the striking of a bronze musical instrument. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating, and could be conservatively estimated to travel ten miles away.

It's calling for outside help...

Foreign aid? What kind of foreign aid could it possibly have?

If you can find two people on an unknown land in a mysterious sea and in the ruins of an ancient capital of a fallen dynasty, you're pretty awesome.

Bring people along, and they'll eat shit.

The progress bar has reached 20%... The disc has given up emitting sound waves.

50%... It was utterly despondent, but Domi's spirit-devouring energy was also starting to run out of resources.

After finally reaching 70%, Domi was completely drained, with only a small amount of Soul-Devouring Energy remaining inside the disc, still causing trouble.

Its independent spirit found an opportunity and kept trying to seduce him with words, but Domi ignored it completely because he couldn't understand it at all.

Domi was well aware of the current situation. If the Soul Devouring Energy wasn't replenished, the disc would automatically regenerate its magic power, and all their previous efforts would be in vain.

So Domi gritted his teeth, took out the section of finger bone that hadn't been fully absorbed, and pressed it onto the disc.

As expected, without the nourishment of the Soul-Devouring Energy, this finger bone fragment will dissipate.

"Senior, may I borrow your finger? It would be a blessing for all mankind."

Without the manual valve of the manipulator, the energy within the finger bone was like a flood released from a dam, rushing forth uncontrollably! It directly brought the progress to 90%.

The disc was in a hurry, and in that haste, it was naturally sent without any surprises.

When the progress bar reaches 100% and the disc's health bar is empty, a crisp click is heard—

A grotesque crack appeared where Domi was pressing his hand; that was the area most susceptible to the corrosive energy of the spirit-devouring force.

Then, from this center, like cracks on an ice surface, it expands and expands in a spider web-like pattern until it covers the entire disk.

Seeing this, Domi didn't hesitate. He used Shadow Step to slip into the interior of the bridge, shouting before going in, "Run!"

The sight of such a huge disc collapsing with a crash is simply unimaginable.

All that could be heard was the sound of countless bronze fragments crashing to the ground, followed by large pieces of bronze breaking. Once a whole piece broke, the whole thing lost its balance, disintegrating like an onion ring that had been bitten off.

Rumble rumble rumble...

It felt as if a nuclear bomb had exploded right behind us, bringing a deafening roar, an impact strong enough to send people flying, and dust that filled the valley.

The dynastic symbol that has survived to this day, witnessing worship, prosperity, desire and desolation, has finally collapsed today.

That was the end of an era known as the "Bronze Age".

The tomb of the last king—within the town, the innkeeper, who has been resurrected by the bronze disc, senses the disc's destruction and runs aimlessly around his small inn, becoming increasingly deranged…

In the restaurant, the piglets who were happily eating stopped for the first time, looked at the piglets sitting opposite them, their pupils reflecting each other's normal appearance, and tears welled up in their eyes.

Even the pig-headed boss put down his butcher's knife and slammed it down on the chopping board.

Stepping out of the restaurant he had run for a thousand years on human feet, he looked in the direction of the bronze disc, his gaze blank, as if in disbelief, and murmured to himself:

"You succeeded...you really succeeded..."

"The debate between curse and reward will eventually come to an absurd end. The long-decayed spirit shall return to hell. Thank you..."

Not only him, but all the 'residents' in the town also came out and looked in the direction of the disc, just like the pig-headed boss.

They were among the first to receive the blessing, and were heroes bearing fame and prestige. Perhaps turning into dust and scattering into the world was their final and most dignified departure.

As a long-absent wind drifted in, carrying away handfuls of yellow earth, the barrier between the town and the abyss dissipated, but the four-legged beast and the tomb keeper also lost their lives, and the entire tomb of the last king fell into utter silence.

[Achieved a Rank B milestone – The End of the Bronze Age.]

Many descendants of the Urumqi Dynasty still survive today. Perhaps even they themselves are unaware that their ancestors received the blessing of the bronze disc. However, the connection between them is deeply ingrained in their bones and blood. From the day the bronze disc shattered, you will become enemies for generations, along with your descendants and their descendants, until death do you part...

[Level B Milestone Reward:]

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[100w villain points/year, settled at 00:00 on the last day of the year]

[Term: Until one of you, your offspring, or the remaining people of Urumqi is completely dead.]

"Cough, cough, cough... Pfft!"

Amidst the billowing dust, several small figures crawled out from a corner sunken into the valley, coughing and spitting out the sand they had ingested.

Domi, who had darted into the mountainside with his Shadow Steps, didn't emerge until the dust had settled. His face was still fair and clean, a stark contrast to the group of sallow-faced people.

The group looked at each other, staring at each other blankly.

“Apologize…” Aiwei puffed out her cheeks: “Quickly say you’re very sorry for making things like this for us!”

After being chased and beaten by everyone, Domi finally realized his mistake...

Before they knew it, they had walked along the magic stone bridge all the way to the palace complex.

The palace was now mostly submerged by dense vegetation, and the lower buildings resembled a jungle. To explore it, they had to go up to the upper floors.

Fortunately, the palace was built against the mountain, and they could enter the palace directly from the stone bridge.

Upon entering, one is immediately struck by the stench of decay, a distinctive smell left behind by rotting spices that lingers even after days and nights.

The palace corridors were littered with bones, armor, and scattered swords and shields.

There were civilians who had fled, servants and stewards who had been massacred, and of course, nobles dressed in fine clothes. There were also many enemy corpses, indicating that they had engaged in a fierce battle inside the palace.

That last king probably fled as soon as he saw the situation was turning bad during this chaotic time of war.

Domi and his companions walked to the large balcony at the front of the palace. Looking down, they saw the remains of several women hanging high in front of the palace gate, their long dresses tattered and swaying in the wind like embers.

His entire body was nailed to an iron cross, driven deep into the floor, so that it has not fallen for nearly a thousand years.

Beside the bodies of the royal women lay the remains of several children, piled beneath them like garbage.

The humiliation was beyond words.

Seeing this scene, Shia, also a princess of the same country, felt only sympathy and sorrow:

"When a country is defeated, the only path left for the royal family is death. If the other side wants to see the royal family make a fool of themselves, the princesses, concubines, and queens will be played with by countless people and reduced to lowly prostitutes; the princes and grandsons of the royal family will become the most lowly servants, subjected to heavy corvée labor, cleaning cesspools day and night, living like pigs."

"Enjoying wealth and glory in life, and suffering hellish torment after death, this is the fate of royalty, unchanged since ancient times."

She's probably afraid of ending up like that.

At that moment, Domi conjured several slime throwing knives in his hands, and with a few swift movements, he severed the iron rod, preventing the corpse from being nailed to the pillar of shame.

"I won't let that happen to you, as long as I'm alive."