Man on the ark, forced to become king

Golden trunks and golden leaves—these are striking features.

Is the so-called Golden Tree really just a tree?

"Is this the reason why I can't refuse?"

Russell squinted, trying to see beyond the surrounding golden light to get a full view of the giant tree, but he couldn't.

She looked up at the tree trunks that blocked out the sky, turning night into day, and forced a smile, her aged face full of bitterness.

I couldn't refuse, I really couldn't refuse.

There is no simpler and more direct way.

A giant tree fell from the sky, blocking out the sun and enveloping the city; even ancient myths couldn't be more impressive.

Faced with such power, who can refuse, who dares to refuse?

Absolute power is enough to crush all schemes and plots, rendering any further thoughts meaningless. The person capable of all this is simply someone that Kazimierz cannot contend with in his current state.

Boom!

With a soft sound, Russell and Cyril instinctively looked over and saw a man bathed in golden light descending from the sky, landing not far away. For a moment, they even felt as if they were looking directly at a sun, or some colossal being beyond their comprehension. An ancient and vast aura surged forth as if the sky had collapsed.

Good evening, both of you.

Lin Lu crossed her arms, her voice spreading out in the flowing golden light, like rolling thunder.

"I heard someone here wants a reason from me."

"I'm usually a very easy person to talk to, so I've come with a reason. I wonder if that reason is strong enough?"

"Golden Tree?"

Cyril did not answer, staring directly into those pure gold eyes. A faint golden glow appeared on his muscular body, and his fierce aura gradually condensed and rose.

"If you put it that way, you're not wrong. I am the Golden Tree."

Lin Lu sized up the old knight, who was poised to attack, and said with some confusion, "I sensed the aura of the Golden Tree from you. Are you Margaret's grandfather? She should have told you about us. You don't need to be so wary."

"after all--"

Snapped!

A hand landed on the old knight's shoulder, and a shadow bathed in radiance appeared beside him at some point. The overwhelming force pressed him to the spot, and his entire arm went numb.

"You can't stop me from doing what I want."

"Sir, may we speak?"

Russell could already imagine the chaos in the city, but she had no time to worry about such trivial matters.

She only wanted to stabilize this terrifying presence that had descended upon Kazimierz as much as possible, even if only temporarily.

The current situation is beyond her control.

She had to admit that Margaret had attracted a terrifying presence beyond their comprehension.

Now, Kazimir has no choice but to seek opportunities for dialogue.