Filial piety: the supreme emperor

"...seems to be a little bit different."

When Mu Yi woke up from deep hibernation, he had an illusion that the surrounding scenes were an extension of his dream, and the environment he was in was incredibly harsh. If it weren't for the weak sunlight shining obliquely on the ground through the gaps in the high-tech protective barrier, Mu Yi would even mistakenly think that he was in an abandoned interstellar base.

After a while, Mu Yi finally broke free from the blurry feeling of virtual reality and truly felt the silence of the real world. He shook off the nanocomposite material fragments on his body and quickly left the temporary space capsule.

——That’s right. Due to a programming defect in Don Quixote’s intelligent body program that randomly triggers special abilities, Mu Yi experienced countless seemingly thrilling "battles" while exploring unknown planets. However, he later discovered that they were nothing more than misjudged robot patrols or rocks that simulated terrain.

Finally, they arrived at a nearby space settlement with great difficulty, but the only public facility here - the multi-functional living cabin - had no rooms available for accommodation.

At this time, Don Quixote began to repeat his programming settings: "Armor is my outer garment, fighting is my rest, the hard alloy plate is my bed, and the endless alert state is my sleeping mode." Therefore, they could only barely find a place to rest temporarily in this small living cabin.

Since Mu Yi became an enhanced humanoid intelligence, he theoretically didn't need to rest, but last night he felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue, which was obviously contrary to common sense. Without thinking it through, Mu Yi fell headfirst onto the bed woven from nanofibers and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't notice anything unusual until he woke up the next morning.

He shared this situation with the viewers in the live broadcast room on the real-time communication channel. Although El-Melloi II was not online at the moment, Kyubey, the intelligent assistance system, gave his own insights: this might be because the current ruler of the star field changed the rules of the game, such as requiring enhanced humanoid intelligence to follow the biological laws of life and eat and rest on time.

Although such a change in the rules has little impact on Mu Yi, who was originally a human, he still needs to remain highly vigilant in the future in case there are other changes that may affect the rules of battle that have not yet appeared.

While Mu Yi was still discussing this issue with the audience in the live broadcast room, Don Quixote came over excitedly holding a smart information ball and told him that he had found the coordinates of the ruler of a nearby planet.

"I learned from the kind service robot that the ruler is said to be rich and generous, and he would warmly invite anyone he deems worthy to share dinner with him. Let's set off quickly. I think such experiences will always be an indispensable part of my adventures."

"What was the name of that ruler? Did the service robot tell you?"

Mu Yi didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Yesterday he thought Don Quixote was unreliable and thought he would have to spend more time in this level of universe.

"It is said to be Sinbad, that's what the service robot said. The name sounds like an interstellar voyager. It is estimated that this ruler was an interstellar explorer in his early years."

Don Quixote said this name, which made Mu Yi slightly stunned. If I remember correctly, Edmond Dantes, the protagonist of "The Count of Monte Cristo", also used this pseudonym - he learned it by looking up the original work of "The Count of Monte Cristo" when he participated in the "Star Prison Tower" event of FGO. I have to admit that the novel gave him a unique sense of science fiction.

However, whether this ruler is really an earl is a question that can only be answered by meeting him in person.

...

"Why should I obey your orders?"

When Kafka turned around and walked into the quantum computing center again, Dumas sat down leisurely on a suspended chair. Then Edmund, who had been silent all the time, spoke for the first time. His voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air, and everyone could feel that the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense.

"Because... this is actually an agreement that has already been completed."

Dumas didn't mind it at all. Instead, he easily placed the virtual wine glass in his hand on the transparent table beside him. He seemed unaware of the change in the atmosphere and looked very confident.

"Look, I put your revenge story into words and published it as an e-book. I will promote your life to readers across the galaxy."

"Gratitude and resentment, as long as there is a connection between people, these emotions will grow like parasites. Even children will bear grudges, and even artificial intelligence will be grateful. However, can the hatred of having a toy taken away by a bad kid be compared with the hatred of having your entire life taken away by someone else?"

At this moment, Dumas was like a master orator. He stood up and waved his arms, and his passionate words echoed in the virtual hall. The only difference from the master orator was that his audience was only Edmund.

"Of course they are not comparable! So even if you think you are the one in a billion avengers, you are not at fault. But you, Edmond Dantès! The King of the Caves! The Count of Monte Cristo! Your revenge story, your grievances, your stories and titles one after another, are all written by my pen and presented to tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of readers by me."

Dumas had walked up to Edmund, his eyes firmly confronting Edmund's eyes that seemed to be able to see into his soul. At this moment, his momentum was actually able to compete with Edmund.

"Selflessness has its limits. I am not a saint without any desires, so I hope you can do something for me accordingly."

"..."

Edmund and Dumas stared at each other for a while, and finally he was the first to withdraw his momentum. When he was summoned, he had been given omniscience by the Holy Grail, so he knew that what the other party said was not wrong.

However, Dumas was like a creator to Edmund. Although Edmund was not afraid of him, he did not know how to respond to him.

If he remained silent, it would seem as if he had lost to the other party, so in the end Edmund had no choice but to accuse Dumas of the tyranny in his words.

"The fact that I'm recording my story is not a pre-deal bargaining chip. It's illogical for you to say that."

"Haha, anyway, the final result is beyond expectations, isn't it? Whenever the Avengers are mentioned, people across the galaxy and even the entire multiverse will immediately think of you and the Count of Monte Cristo.

Only such a result can prove that your revenge action is justified for being wronged by society, forgotten by the world, and abandoned by the universe... I know you don't care about justice, but others who are related to you may be redeemed by this."

Dumas realized that he had achieved his goal, he shrugged his shoulders and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew where the Count's weakness was, and even felt as if he had rehearsed this conversation - fortunately, otherwise he would really consider recalling Shakespeare from another dimension...