Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

The two then fell silent.

Soon, Rodvin spoke up, "My lord, I heard that you participated in the last decade-long war in the empire, when our generals almost took control of the empire?"

Sheradan nodded, but did not answer, recalling the events in his mind.

After a while, he said, "That's right. On that day, the Empire finally annihilated the rebels, and I entered the palace with General Bryton."

He recalled a scene from that day several years ago.

The Rotan Empire, the only nation on the Lost Continent, finally erupted into internal strife due to the continent's dwindling resources and the proliferation of factions.

Fifteen years of rebellion claimed the lives of nearly five billion of the empire's citizens.

At that time, the empire's ruler, Augus, was standing on the city wall.

"Ogsh, are you still hiding like a turtle, too scared to come out and fight me?"

The sound of thunder echoed through the air below the city, and the one who shouted was the leader of the rebellion, the eldest elder of the Alex Fryer family.

He was also the last strongman in the family. Although he was a god-level expert, he was currently seriously injured and was barely clinging to life.

Augus did not respond, but silently watched the figure in the distance. At this moment, although he felt a surge of passion, he knew that with his injuries, he had no choice but to endure these mocking words.

He is the emperor of the empire, and now the empire needs him. A few sarcastic remarks from below the city are nothing compared to the stability of the empire.

He was searching for his son, Bilbe, among the dense crowd below the city.

Bilbe, the second prince of the empire, should have been standing on the city wall at this moment, fighting alongside his father against these rebellious traitors.

But he chose to oppose them and ally with the rebels, which deeply saddened Augus.

"Father, hide quickly!"

Just as Augus was lost in thought, he was jolted awake by the shouts and realized that the rebels had already climbed onto the city walls.

He did not panic. He knew that the rebels were exhausted and surrounded by hundreds of thousands of imperial troops. The rebels had no way to escape and would be wiped out today.

But the imperial army that surrounded him without attacking filled him with bitterness.

The dazzling display of fighting spirit and spiritual power, which allowed them to dodge the flying arrows, did not attract any cheers.

The royal guards escorted him as he slowly retreated into the main hall, and soon after, the rebels stormed in.

Naibalo, the eldest prince of the empire, should have been the crown prince, but he was deposed several years ago due to some incident, and people seem to have forgotten him afterward.

Even so, he did not forget his supreme position. Seeing the rebel army storm the main hall, he couldn't help but feel anxious and impatient.

"Naibalo".

The speaker was General Buryton. When Naibald turned around to look, he had his eyes closed again, looking confident and self-assured.

Naibaluo knew that the reason the generals were holding back was simply to allow his father's power to be further diminished.

Although he felt this was somewhat inappropriate, the thought that the position of crown prince might fall to his third brother, Muller, immediately replaced his earlier worry about his father with hatred.

Hundreds of thousands of troops watched silently as the rebels stormed into the imperial city and entered the main hall, a symbol of imperial power.

With the last strongman of the rebel Alfred family fallen, the entire hall gradually quieted down.

A chilly wind swept through the war-torn palace.

Ignoring the blood and corpses before him, Augus stepped forward as if they were nothing and arrived at the outer courtyard.

Entering from the front were General Bryton and General Nurit, the two great heroes of this suppression of the rebellion.

But he felt no joy, not because the turmoil of the empire over the past decade had finally subsided, nor because the once magnificent palace had suffered unprecedented damage, all of which could be rebuilt.

With each step he took, he racked his brains, wondering what the empire could offer as a reward to the meritorious officials who walked towards him. Meanwhile, his health was deteriorating day by day.

When he thought of his two sons again, a sharp pain shot through him. He clutched his chest, and his body, which was tilted to one side, was about to fall to the ground.

Müller, who was behind him, stepped forward to help him and stop him, so that he would not lose his composure in front of the soldiers and ministers.

“Father…” Muller asked anxiously, his voice very soft.

Aug turned around, patted his son's tightly clenched hand, and gestured for him to calm down.

Müller nodded slightly, secretly glancing at the two imperial ministers in front of him.

General Buryton, as the Imperial Minister of War, controlled nearly half of the Empire's army.

He had made great contributions to suppressing the rebellion. The fear and respect that should have been present in the subjects when facing the ruler of the empire was now almost gone, including the finance minister and general Nurit by his side.

Perhaps Emperor Augus had long been accustomed to such rudeness from his subjects.

I remember when the rebellion first started, he personally led a large army to suppress it, but he was seriously injured. After that, the disloyalty of the people in the court gradually became apparent.

As the rebellion escalated, the emperor's former supreme authority gradually declined.

Seeing the emperor staring at them with a beaming smile, the two old men dared not be too presumptuous. They could only bow deeply and say, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

In the instant the two men stood up, Müller saw resentment, ferocity, and a sinister smile in their eyes.

The emperor went up and helped them up, saying, "You two have worked hard."

Bryton replied, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, all the rebels have now been annihilated."

Upon hearing these words, Nurit's expression instantly returned to normal, causing Aug to sigh inwardly, feeling somewhat regretful. "This suppression of the rebellion was the result of everyone's joint efforts, especially the two generals, whose contributions were indispensable."

He knew what the two high-ranking officials were thinking, but what could he offer? If he had nothing, he would only incur their resentment, and the empire might face another period of turmoil.

He wasn't afraid of the empire falling into turmoil again, but the problem was that he no longer had the power to suppress the other side. If that happened, the other side would have a handle against him, and the entire royal family would be in danger.

His gaze directed at the two generals as he continued, "It seems this court needs some tidying up; there isn't even a place to sit."

The two generals were speechless. They couldn't very well stand on a corpse to receive the emperor's reward; if word got out, they would be laughed at.

As for what rewards to bestow, His Majesty will probably have to consider it carefully. Now that the two families have joined forces, the royal family can't do anything about them.

"Then your humble servants will take their leave." After saying this, the two generals skipped the formalities of subjects and turned to leave without waiting for the emperor's reply.

At this moment, Augus coldly said, "Naibalo, where are you going?"

The eldest prince, Naibalo, who was at the back of the crowd, was about to leave with the two generals when his father called him back. He knew he was doomed.

Undeterred, he cast a pleading look at the general of Burleyton, but was met with cold indifference.

The two generals left with their men, and Naiball knew that he had ultimately been abandoned by them.

At this moment, he finally understood that he was nothing more than a pawn in someone else's game. What good would it do to marry the general's granddaughter?