Another World: The Failed Magician

"In that case, if we just wait patiently for White to be rendered powerless, then taking down the Loca Federation shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Bolton remained silent for a moment before finally asking his question.

"I should have told you that the magic and battle aura on this continent have begun to gradually recover, right?"

Bolton nodded.

"So I need to understand what White's current situation is. It's important to see if he can still threaten my remaining plans. And if I don't deal with him, it'll be like a dagger pressed against my throat."

"Moreover, based on my experience dealing with him over the years, if White's strength and vitality really reach their lowest point, he will definitely come to kill me before that happens. I don't have the habit of passively waiting to die."

After hearing these words, Bolton was momentarily speechless.

Weston Pollier looked at Bolton, who was standing below his throne, seemingly afraid to speak, and felt a surge of anger.

"If there's nothing else, you can leave now. Just do the rest as I told you before."

"Yes! Your Majesty."

After finishing speaking, he backed out.

The old man sat beneath the silver throne, looking down at the empty space beneath his feet.

He muttered to himself, "I already gave you a chance, so why won't you accept that bottle of dragon blood? Is being human really that alluring?"

The emperor, who had ruled the largest empire in human history for 500 years, actually showed a hint of confusion and bewilderment on his face.

But his face quickly regained its usual calm.

Then, the enormous palace gates slowly opened again.

An elderly man with a slightly hunched back, leaning on a cane, walked over. He was dressed in a white, coarse cloth outfit. He squinted slightly, his face full of a kind expression.

“Locak, you know what? Every time I see you like this, it makes me really uncomfortable.”

Upon hearing this, the old man, still with his eyes narrowed and a faint smile on his face, replied calmly.

"I am truly sorry, Your Majesty. For the sake of my work, I must maintain this appearance. If this has caused you any dissatisfaction, I sincerely apologize to you."

"Hmph! I just hate your hypocritical act."

Locac stopped talking and stood there smiling.

"Speak. What brings you here?"

"Your Majesty, preparations for Project Sunset are complete. I would like to ask for your opinion."

"You came to me about this? What does that have to do with me? Your Katu are directly under the Silver Dragons. The Sunset Project is complete. What does that have to do with me? And what's the point of asking for my opinion at this time?"

"Your Majesty, that's too formal. After all, we're all working under Silver Dragon, so it's better to help each other out."

"What if I say no?"

"Polier, have you gone mad after being emperor for 500 years? I'm just here to inform you. The Silver Dragons have already given orders for you to cooperate with me in executing the Sunset Plan. No matter how much you disagreed with the plan before, I ask you not to let your personal feelings get in the way now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent aura emanated from the silver-white throne.

Sensing the presence, Locas quickly tossed a silver scale toward the throne above his head.

Polier caught the scale that was thrown to him. He could feel the unique aura of the silver dragon race emanating from the scale.

A distant memory resonated in his mind. He vaguely remembered that the Silver Dragon Empire had only recently been established, and the silver dragons had not yet gained a foothold in the country. In order to quickly consolidate their rule, they bestowed scales marked with their unique aura upon their subordinates.

Anyone who possesses this scale holds a status equivalent to a member of the Silver Dragon Clan within the Silver Dragon Empire.

As the Silver Dragon Empire gradually came under the complete control of the Silver Dragon Clan, they handed the country over to hybrids of dragons and humans for management, and took back all the scales they had previously possessed.

Polier himself had not seen this scale for 200 years.

It now appears that Locas has completely gained the Silver Dragon's trust.

Looking at the old man beneath the throne who had spoken rudely to him, Polier could only suppress his anger and withdraw his rage. Finally, he rose from the throne.

He slowly walked down the steps and stood in front of Locas.

At this moment, Locas had slightly opened his narrowed eyes, his gaze filled with mockery.

Polier knelt on one knee, holding the silver scale in both hands.

"Haha! Looks like you do understand the situation."

Locac laughed and reached out to take the scale.

Polier suddenly raised his head and stared fiercely at Locas.

"What do you mean! Are you trying to disobey the Silver Dragon's orders?"

Lokak instantly tensed up, his loving expression vanishing in exchange for a look of vigilance, his eyes even revealing a hint of fear.

After all, the creature standing in front of him was a monster that had lived for 500 years. If they really started fighting, he would have no way to resist.

"Humph!"

Polier snorted coldly and then stopped looking at him, turning around and walking back towards the silver throne.

"You...you! What exactly do you mean? You're not obeying the Silver Dragon's orders anymore? Are you trying to rebel?"

At that moment, a token was thrown down from the throne.

“Take this to Bolton yourself, and he’ll grant you all your requests. Don’t get in my way, get out!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful shockwave sent Locas flying.

As the palace's massive gates closed, Locas, who was outside, had no choice but to leave somewhat disheveled.

Polier leaned back on his throne, gazing at the familiar, all-too-familiar palace. Yet, he felt a strange sense of estrangement here.

……

Amberley Copper had now fully recovered to his human form.

He had just unleashed his full power in a state of extreme fear, burning away all the dragon blood within him to unleash his strongest attack. At this moment, he could no longer maintain his dragon-human form.

As the thick smoke dissipated, a huge gap appeared on the plain, as if it had been corroded by molten lava.

He looked around the moment the smoke cleared, but when he didn't see that imposing figure that resembled the Grim Reaper, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Looks like we've finally taken care of that monster. It was terrifying. Is there really such a Martial King? Although I knew that Polier didn't like me, I didn't expect this mission to be this difficult. That old guy really wanted to kill me."

“Oh, Pollyre, you mean that guy? He really is annoying, I hate him too.”

"Right! I've thought so for a long time."

Wait a minute, Amberley Copper's smile immediately froze.

In this remote place, after such a horrific battle, it's impossible for anyone else to come. So, in this situation, who would talk to him?

He whirled around. Sure enough, he saw the figure he considered the most terrifying standing right behind him.

Dean White patted his clothes: "What's wrong? Surprised? To be honest, you surprised me. I didn't expect you to unleash such terrifying energy at the end. If I hadn't dodged in advance, I would have been in real trouble."

"monster!"

“Young man, it’s rude of you to say that. You’re clearly a half-dragon, half-human, yet you call me a monster.”

"Are you really a Martial King? How can a Martial King be so powerful?"

"Absolutely the real deal. If I were a Martial Saint, would any of you even have a chance against me?"

Amberley Kopper, looking at the seemingly unharmed old man before him, collapsed to the ground, gripped by deep self-doubt and fear.

White gently tapped Kopper's head with one finger.

Koper could feel that all the battle qi and dragon blood within his body had been suppressed. The tiny wisp of battle qi that had remained had completely vanished. Furthermore, he couldn't absorb battle qi from the outside to recover. He was completely like an ordinary person.

Just then, a blue-haired boy descended from the sky and landed in front of Dean White.

The boy had just seen the huge craters below from the sky, which gave him an idea of ​​how intense the battles that had taken place there were.

The boy looked at the person slumped on the ground, and then at the five corpses beside him. Two of them were the very people who had attacked him that night.

The boy looked at Dean White with some surprise.

"...Dean, this...you did all of this by yourself?"

Dean White patted the stunned boy on the shoulder: "So we old men are still somewhat useful. I remember you said when you were little that you wanted to surpass me. Looks like you still have a long way to go."

Hearing this, the boy said somewhat discouragedly, "Dean, you're too terrifying! Didn't you tell me before that you were just an ordinary Martial King?"

"Yes, just an ordinary Martial King. After all, I haven't even touched the threshold of Martial Saint yet."

The boy pointed to the desolate plain and the five corpses before him, and said excitedly, "No way! You're telling me an ordinary Martial King could do this? That's terrifying!"

"Don't worry, young man, you're still young. I believe you can do it too in the future."

"I...I think I'm afraid I'm not up to the task."

"Don't worry, I wasn't as good as you when I was young."

"Really?"

"real."

Dean White pointed to the person who was already slumped on the ground.

“I have sealed all his cultivation. Carry him on your back, it’s time for us to go.”

Upon hearing this, the blue-haired boy stepped forward and carried him on his back, without questioning Dean White's words at all.

The two walked alongside the boy, asking him questions as they went.

"Dean, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while, but I haven't had the chance until now. So I'd like to take this opportunity to ask you."

"Go ahead and ask."

"That's right. I've also read a lot of books about the Loca Federation and asked many elderly people who participated in the Great Revolution. Their impression of you, Dean, is mostly that you are old and powerful."

“A powerful figure like you, Dean, should have been well-known in your youth. But Dean, it seems no one knows anything about your past. The only record of you in the books of the Loca Federation is your feat of fighting ten enemies single-handedly when the three great empires joined forces to attack the Red Palace.”

"And speaking of which, I must apologize to you, Dean. To be honest, I didn't believe at first that someone at the Martial King level could fight ten against one. I always thought that the Loca Federation had exaggerated your achievements for publicity. But after seeing this today, it seems that I was just a frog in a well."

Upon hearing this, Dean White stopped in his tracks.

Why did you inquire about my past, and why do you want to know about it?

The blue-haired boy said while thinking, "Because when I was little, you taught me, Dean, and I felt that you were more capable than any teacher I had ever met. So I thought back then that I wanted to become as capable as you. Then I wanted to find out about your deeds so I could learn from them. But I found that there was no information at all, which made me very curious."

"I asked the elders in my family, even my father, but they all said they didn't know. So I looked through the books of the Woka Federation, but there was no record of it. So I've kept this in mind ever since. I'm really curious, Dean, could you please answer this for me?"

"My past? It's boring. My first half of life was very ordinary, and there's nothing to talk about. I've never really had any talent; it was just an opportunity that made me who I am today."

What opportunities?

Dean White stopped in his tracks.

After the blue-haired boy noticed this, he realized his mistake and asked a very impolite question.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Dean. I've always idolized you, and I got a little carried away and asked such a rude question. I'm really sorry."

"By the way, how's the situation with Kahn going?"

Hearing this, the blue-haired boy suddenly became excited again. "Because of the Dean, you killed all their strongmen, so the rebellion over there was quelled very smoothly."

"What are the casualties?"

"We have had almost no casualties on our side."

Upon hearing this, Dean White hesitated for a moment and asked, "I know there's a huge difference in combat strength between the two sides, so how did you manage to have almost no casualties?"

Upon hearing this question, the blue-haired boy visibly became happy.

"Actually, it was the people of the Kahnlai region who supported us. Zina took advantage of this and, together with the people inside Kahnlai, launched a surprise attack on the rebels at night. They also took down their temporary administrative building immediately. As a result, the subsequent rebels were mostly on the run and did not put up any resistance."

"Qina, that little girl is really quite nice. If I remember correctly, she's your sister, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she's amazing, isn't she, Dean?"

"Well, it's really great."

Hearing the dean praise his younger sister, the boy's smile became even brighter.