I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

"The barrier that was usually as strong as iron became extremely fragile that day. Tearing it apart was as easy as tearing paper."

"The Chaos Cult was lucky enough to have a chance to succeed. They happened to launch a large-scale summoning ceremony on that day."

"Although the invasion was successfully stopped, the Chaos Cult also learned of Helios's weakness."

"So, the Chaos Cult's purpose in turning back time is to weaken Helios and pave the way for their next move?"

Lucius's expression also turned serious.

"It's highly likely."

Kokwus nodded, his expression serious.

Then he stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and took out something that looked like a badge from the secret compartment.

He handed the badge to Lucius and said in a deep voice:

"For more detailed information, you can go to the 'Secret Ashes' Hall, where a complete record of the events of that year is kept."

"This is the pass to the 'Secret House of Ashes'. Take it."

Lucius took the document and nodded seriously:

"I understand, Your Majesty. I will act as soon as possible."

"Well, let's go."

Kokwus waved his hand.

"This matter is of great importance and must be resolved as soon as possible."

Lucius stood up and prepared to leave, but just as he reached the door, Corceus suddenly called him again -

"Wait, Lucius."

Lucius turned around, thinking the emperor had something important to say:

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"Nothing special."

Kokwus stared at him intently and said viciously:

"I just want to remind you that if you want to go home, go home well and don't go back to the inner court again!"

Lucius:? ? ?

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PS: Wuu! Extreme deadline!

Wow, this chapter can be considered as a foreshadowing for the second volume.

People always ask me where I got the cover. Of course I got it myself.

As for the new pictures of Viviana, I'll run two in the next couple of days if I have time.

109-How did you get Brother Lu to the basement? (7,000)

In the east of Splanda City, in the heart of the aristocratic district, in a private room of a top-notch club that anyone can find.

Domitian and Tiberius were sitting opposite each other.

The round table in the box was filled with top-quality red wine from the southern part of the empire and a variety of exquisite dishes, but neither of them was in the mood to enjoy them.

"Your Highness, regarding yesterday's attempt to win over Lucius..."

Domitian spoke first, his voice low and cautious:

"I must report a regrettable result to you."

He looked very upset, with his brows furrowed, as if he felt deeply guilty for the failure of the mission.

His fingers tapped restlessly on the table, making a rhythmic but slightly rapid sound.

"It doesn't matter. I expected him to refuse."

Tiberius leaned back on the sofa, and his face did not show much surprise when he heard the result.

He nodded slightly, picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, then spoke in a seemingly nonchalant tone:

"It would be truly incredible if Lucius were really willing to stand on our side."

He said this in a casual manner, as if he really didn't care about the result.

In Tiberius's view, a true ruler should be like him now, maintaining his composure even in the face of setbacks, and possessing a broad mind and extraordinary bearing.

"but......"

Tiberius changed the subject, a look of curiosity appearing on his face:

"I'd really like to know how Lucius responded to you. What reasons did he give?"

Hearing this question, a gleam of light flashed in Domitian's eyes.

This is the opportunity he has been waiting for!

Domitian's face darkened, as if he had remembered something outrageous.

He clenched his fists, his voice filled with intense anger and resentment:

"Your Highness, with all due respect, Lucius's attitude towards you is truly too much!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the box, looking extremely excited:

"Not only did he reject our invitation, he also said some extremely disrespectful things!"

"Oh?"

Tiberius raised his eyebrows, trying to remain calm on the surface, but there was already a hint of danger in his voice:

"tell me the story."

Domitian took a deep breath and continued in a tone that repeated the original words:

"Lucius said he would never cooperate with someone like you. He thinks you are just..."

Domitian paused deliberately, an expression of anger on his face, as if he were ashamed to even repeat these words.

"What is it?"

Tiberius' voice had grown completely cold, and a fierce light began to flicker in his blue eyes.

"A mad dog."

Domitian said word by word:

"He said you were nothing but a mad dog, and that sooner or later you would destroy yourself through your own stupidity."

When Tiberius heard the word "mad dog", his face turned pale instantly.

In the entire empire, apart from his own father and sister, Lucius was the first person who dared to humiliate him so directly.

Damn it! Isn't Lucius afraid of the iron fist of the royal family?

Oh, he seems to be a member of the royal family now, and his father favors him. He really doesn't seem to be afraid...

屮!

But Domitian hadn't finished speaking yet. He continued to add fuel to the fire:

"What's even worse is that Lucius seems to have noticed our plan and told us to hide our tracks."

"He also said..."

"If you want to continue provoking him, then you'd better have the courage to burn the empire."

Tiberius: ???

"What!?"

This sentence completely shattered the sanity that Tiberius had tried so hard to maintain.

He originally thought that the reason Lucius gave for his refusal was at most a matter of stance, and that it should at least be acceptable in terms of face.

I didn't expect this bastard to be so arrogant!

Tiberius suddenly stood up from the sofa, and the anger in his eyes erupted like a volcano.

His face turned red instantly, with veins clearly visible on his forehead and neck. He looked like a completely enraged beast.

"Lucius! How dare he! How dare he say that!?"

Tiberius' voice became sharp and hysterical, completely losing his previous calmness and rationality.

He reached out, grabbed the expensive crystal wine glass on the table, and smashed it hard against the wall of the box.

The crystal cup exploded on the wall, and countless fragments flew everywhere.

But this was far from enough to vent Tiberius's anger. He grabbed the silver candlestick on the table and smashed it against the other wall with the same force.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of objects breaking echoed in the box. Tiberius was like a madman completely out of control. He picked up everything he could reach and started smashing it crazily.

"Who the hell is he! How dare he treat me like that!"

"Let the empire burn? Who does he think he is? Does he really want to rebel!?"

"I am the legitimate heir to the empire! What right does he have to threaten me?"

Tiberius frantically destroyed the furnishings in the box and cursed hysterically.

His eyes turned red with anger, his breathing became rapid and heavy, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and he completely lost the demeanor of a prince.

Domitian just stood there quietly, watching Tiberius' crazy performance without saying a word.

There was no expression on his face, and there was even a hint of subtle mockery and satisfaction in his eyes.

In his heart, Domitian couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Tiberius was indeed a mad dog, just as Lucius had said.

He completely loses control after a few provocations. Is such a person worthy of being an emperor?

What a joke.

However, this was exactly what Domitian wanted.

A partner who is easily controlled by emotions is far easier to manipulate than a rational and sober opponent.

The crazy outburst lasted for a full ten minutes, until Tiberius finally stopped after smashing everything that could be destroyed in the room.

Tiberius was already out of breath at this time, and his clothes were in disarray due to the intense movements.

He supported himself on the broken table with both hands, breathing heavily, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.

The entire box was in a mess, with broken items and spilled wine everywhere.

After a long while, Tiberius managed to suppress his anger and slowly turned around.

His eyes were still red, and his voice was hoarse from the roar just now:

"How are the preparations for the sacrifices going?"

Domitian quickly composed himself and replied respectfully:

"Your Highness, due to the recent increase in the frequency of ravens and night owls' patrols, our people are having difficulty finding a suitable opportunity to strike."

"These secret guards are too vigilant. Our collection progress has almost come to a complete standstill."

His voice was filled with caution, fearing to anger the irritable prince again.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Tiberius, who had just calmed down a little, became angry again.

He glared at Domitian fiercely, the anger in his eyes burning again:

"Waste! You are a complete waste!"

"I ask you to do something, but it's either windy or rainy. What's the point of having you?"

Domitian silently endured Tiberius's scolding, maintaining a respectful expression on his face and not making a single statement in his defense.

He knew that the best strategy at this time was to remain silent and let Tiberius vent his emotions on his own.

After a while, a look of madness suddenly flashed across Tiberius' face.