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

"What Adrian said... is indeed of great importance."

"I need to think this over carefully."

"Let's put this matter aside for now and discuss it another day."

Lucius was not surprised by this.

Although in reality, Chancellor Otto provided help far beyond Lucius's imagination, the result was no different from what he experienced in the simulation.

This is just the beginning. It is enough to make Tiberius panic.

Just as Lucius was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze falling on him.

When I looked up, I met Kokwus's deep eyes.

Lucius' heart suddenly trembled.

What he was doing now was plotting against the other party's son, and he felt somewhat guilty when being looked at like that.

However, he did this for Plotina and the people of the empire. What's the harm in making Tiberius suffer a little?

Emperor Lao Deng has to thank me!

Thinking of this, Lucius immediately felt confident.

He just held his head high and stared back without flinching.

Kokwus: ???

"Humph!"

In the end, Kokuus snorted coldly and left after announcing the end of the imperial meeting.

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PS: The progress of this chapter should have reached Tiberius's initiation ceremony.

But after I finished writing it, I read it and found that the pace was a bit too fast and many details needed to be further refined and improved, so I moved the next two thousand words to the next chapter.

Chapter 133: 128-Aviliya: Abstain from sex for seven days? Isn’t this going to kill me!? (8K)

Imperial Palace, the palace of Tiberius.

The night was as dark as ink, and Tiberius sat alone at his desk.

In front of him was the reassembled Echo of Fate, emitting a faint and strange pink light.

Each bead was trembling slightly, as if it contained infinite power waiting to be released.

"Hakimi Mo Nanbei Mung Beans Ha Ya Kunalu......"

"Try Biyang's... my lungs are itching now..."

"The blues of that day...the blues grew..."

This is the chaotic sound from the highest heaven, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, like the buzzing of millions of insects.

The only thing they had in common was that Tiberius didn't understand a word they said.

Tiberius covered his ears tightly, trying to stop the sounds from penetrating deep into his brain, but with little success.

"Damn... these noises..."

Tiberius clenched his teeth and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ever since he reorganized the Fateful Echo, this "gift" from the High Heavens has been tormenting him, making it impossible for him to calm down.

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard outside the room.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

A servant knocked on the door in a panic:

"Something happened!"

Tiberius stood up suddenly, almost crawled to the door and opened it.

The attendant's face was pale, obviously frightened by the news.

"Tell me! What happened?"

"Your Highness..."

The attendant suppressed his trembling and reported:

"At today's Royal Court meeting, Justice Minister Adrian publicly proposed an investigation into you..."

"He believes you are connected to the Chaos Cult..."

Tiberius's face turned pale in an instant, his body was shaking, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his hands clenched into fists uncontrollably.

"What's your father's attitude?"

Tiberius suppressed his inner panic and asked with difficulty.

"His Majesty said he needs to think it over carefully and put this matter aside for now..."

The attendant's voice grew fainter:

"But Your Highness, what happened this morning, and the fact that we're only just hearing about it, speaks volumes..."

The attendant didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

Tiberius waved his hand to let the attendants leave, then slammed the door shut.

He slowly slid down against the door panel and sat on the ground, falling into deep despair.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Tiberius growled through gritted teeth, pounding his fists on the floor, blood trickling down his knuckles.

Finally, just like in the simulation, he made up his mind.

Tiberius got up from the ground, took out the communication crystal and started contacting Chris.

Hi Hi Hi~ This is Chris~

Surprisingly, Chris responded to him immediately.

"Chris! I don't want to wait any longer, help me!"

Tiberius' eyes were red as he almost roared out his demands.

[Well, little prince, I completely understand your current situation.]

[Besieged on all sides, framed and slandered...]

"Then help me!"

Tiberius interrupted her hastily:

"You promised me! You said you would give me strength!"

【Of course I want to help you, Tiberius.】

Chris sighed, with obvious helplessness in her voice:

Unfortunately, due to some personal reasons, I am unable to do so right now.

"what?!"

Tiberius' eyes widened, his voice filled with despair and humility:

"Chris, are you kidding me?"

"Please, now is not the time to talk about this..."

[I wish this was a joke, but unfortunately, it’s the truth.]

In order to abide by the rules of the bet, Chris even used the idle mode when Lucius was simulating, and it is still unknown what Lucius did in the simulation.

She had agreed with Lucius not to leave, so she would definitely not leave, at least she had to appear to be doing it in a formality!

Tiberius felt dizzy, as if the whole world was collapsing before him.

As if to tease him deliberately, just as Tiberius's eyes fell into complete gloom, Chris's voice rang out again, soothing him with a playful tone:

[However, although I can't take action, but...]

Her voice was so drawn out that Tiberius' heart beat like a drum and he was on the verge of suffocation:

【There will be other helpers to help you complete everything. 】

"What helper?"

Tiberius asked eagerly, a flame of hope rekindled in his eyes.

At this moment, the shadow in the corner of the room suddenly moved, and a low and elegant voice came from the darkness:

"It's down!"

Amatras, make a grand appearance!

.........................

Late at night, in the central tower of the palace.

This towering white tower is a symbol of the emperor's absolute authority and the home of the royal family's most important artifact, "Helios".

Each of the four gates of the tower was guarded by two Sun Knights wearing shining armor, who glanced around vigilantly.

Anything that attempts to approach the tower cannot escape their eyes.

However, at this moment, an almost transparent figure was quietly sneaking in the darkness.

With the help of Amatras, Tiberius moved among the shadows like a ghost.

The power of chaos formed an invisible barrier around his body, perfectly concealing his breath and figure.

Under Amatras's persuasion, Tiberius was quickly deceived and took the first step in his action -

Polluted Helios.

Tiberius had a smooth journey, and looking at the Knights of the Burning Sun who passed by him without noticing, his heart was filled with pride and ecstasy.

This is the power of the Supreme Heaven!

Even a tenth-level Sun Knight would become like a blind man.

And I will soon have this power!

Tiberius successfully reached the platform at the top of the tower.

Looking at the huge golden corona suspended in the air, Tiberius couldn't help swallowing.

Even at night, this "sun" only retracts its light, and the sacred fire still burns quietly, guarding Splanda for a thousand years.

"Ah, what a disgusting light."

Amatras stood before Helios and shook his head in disdain.

Then, it looked at Tiberius and whispered:

"Go, put out this false 'sun'."

"Don't forget the method I taught you."

If one wants to weaken the power of Helios, the first thing to do is to seal off the inner space called "Paradise" so that the ancestors of Basileus living there cannot come out to disrupt the situation.

"I see."

Tiberius took a deep breath, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Then, he used his royal blood to communicate with Helios.

The next moment, a gate of light opened in front of Tiberius. This was the entrance to the "Promised Land".

Tiberius stepped into the light gate and found himself in a magnificent space.

This is a paradise where it is always daytime and the sunlight is warm and soft.

The boundless grassland is full of everlasting flowers, and a clear stream meanders by. In the distance, there are towering mountains and leisurely white clouds.

Several translucent figures are quietly scattered throughout the paradise. These are the spirits of the ancestors of the Basileus family from generation to generation.

The spirits of these ancestors are all powerful, and after becoming heroic spirits, they possess even more powerful powers than when they were alive.