Huh? Are they all real?.

The man piloting the starship, however, accelerated further into the distance amidst his maniacal laughter.

That's a speed that the starship itself could never achieve.

But when his starship reached the edge of the solar system, it suddenly came to a stop.

No matter how hard the men tried to operate the starship, it was all in vain and remained stationary.

After several unsuccessful attempts, the man collapsed to his knees in despair.

"Why can't you leave?"

The eye it left above the human alliance also dissipated.

Chapter 274 The New King and Ah?!

The man, driven mad with fear, could only curl up and tremble on the increasingly cold deck of the starship.

The starship, having lost all power and divinity, gradually lost its eerie patterns.

All the lights inside the ship were turned off, leaving only a cold light source for emergency use flickering incessantly.

This made the trembling, curled-up man appear all the more pathetic.

He could only bury his head inside his clothes and whisper:

"Don't blame me, don't blame me. I just wanted to see more. I just... I just made the same choice as everyone else. Don't blame me."

The thoughts that already existed within the alliance were further spiraled out of control due to his sudden outburst.

Because he proved to the people that God is truly invincible.

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Everything that happens in the People's League naturally has no impact on the Old World.

Moreover, for the Human Alliance, a man who is like a natural disaster and cannot be dealt with is unlikely to cause much trouble in the Old World.

Even if he were here, he probably wouldn't dare show his face here. After all, his brother, on whom he had placed so much hope, had just died.

More and more people are coming from all directions to pay homage to the savior.

They included not only survivors from the Old World but also warriors from other continents.

Most of them consciously stopped at a distance from the sea of ​​flowers.

They simply knelt quietly on the ground, praying to the savior who slept peacefully in the sea of ​​flowers.

We pray that the Savior may find peace, and that the Primordial One may take away the Savior's soul.

Some people with special identities will also voluntarily venture deeper into the area.

But once one of the Knights of the Round Table reached the witch, they stopped approaching her.

Because when the round table approached, he was not even allowed to kneel down and pay his respects.

He was stunned to hear the goddess in front of him whisper to him:

"He's just asleep."

This sudden remark left the noble Knight of the Round Table completely stunned.

He glanced at the goddess before him and the new queen in her arms with eyes full of sorrow.

The Knight of the Round Table abruptly covered his mouth and turned to leave.

The goddess before him, just like his own goddess, had fallen into a self-constructed fantasy after the king's departure!

The gods and kings had all lamented the departure of the savior.

The witch had also broken down and hugged the savior, weeping bitterly.

In this situation, who would believe that the savior was just asleep?

Even if someone saw that Moen was still breathing, they would only shake their heads more and more, thinking that the goddess had locked herself and the savior in her beautiful dream.

And then there was the round table, which had already left in tears.

The witch, who finally mustered the courage to try to explain everything, was in despair.

Not daring to let go of Moen, she hurriedly said to the back of the round table:

"Wait, he really is just asleep!"

But the other person just cried even more loudly and quickened their pace to leave.

From then on, no one came near her.

This is both a sign of respect and a way of showing reluctance to approach.

Firstly, I was afraid of witnessing such a heartbreaking scene; secondly, I was afraid that the goddess would suddenly go crazy.

In fact, the fact that they still dared to approach each other under these circumstances already shows how much they trust each other.

So they all glanced at the goddess and the new queen from afar, then shook their heads with helplessness and regret and left.

This made the witch blush so deeply she was almost steaming, and at the same time, she was utterly desperate.

She knew it was too late to explain now.

So they could only disappear from the spot with Moen.

He thought he could explain things properly once Moen woke up.

But people shook their heads in even greater regret.

Moen, who indirectly caused all of this, slept soundly, completely unaware of it.

When he finally opened his eyes, feeling incredibly comfortable, on a pillow that made him want to stay in bed longer.

He first saw the sky, which was one-third obscured, and then smelled the tranquil fragrance that had previously brought him to sleep.

Then he saw the witch's beautiful face, which, though slightly melancholic, was filled with tenderness.

After a moment of silent staring at each other, Moen realized that he must have been lying on the witch's lap.

How wonderful! A girl's legs are truly the best pillow!

Feeling entitled to enjoy this wonderful moment, Moen asked contentedly:

"How long have I slept?"

Looking at her lover like this, how could the goddess still have any resentment? Besides, it was actually her own problem, so she could only give up and smile, saying:

"Two days and one night, Your Majesty."

Hearing this title, Moen's feelings were indeed very complicated; he was king again.

But Moen was mostly relieved.

This girl has finally become a god!

Moreover, the people who survived in the Old World could finally have a true protector.

They and she had both endured so much suffering; this is what they deserved.

Moen smiled and asked:

"So, you became a god?"

"Yes, so I wasn't wrong, was I?"

The goddess who had answered Moen turned her gaze away shyly.

She felt certain the other party would agree to become her king.

She also chose him as her king.

So when Moen opened his eyes, she couldn't wait to call him her Majesty.

But because of what happened before, she was also a little timid, timid that she might have made a mistake again.

Although she felt that this was probably impossible.

Moen then raised his hand and stroked the witch's soft cheek, saying:

"It feels like the finest velvet, it fascinates me."

There was no direct answer, but the author provided their own response.

Such an upright person would not speak to me so intimately if he had not agreed to my request.

So the goddess smiled and placed Moen's hand on her cheek, turning her head to say:

"Then you can feel it forever."

"I am so lucky."

After adjusting his posture, Moen found an even more comfortable angle and closed his eyes.

If there's anything more enjoyable than a girl's lap pillow, it's definitely a goddess's lap pillow!

The only thing that Moen didn't know whether to like or dislike was that when he opened his eyes, he could only see two-thirds of the sky.

The new goddess gently stroked the new king's hair and said:

“I am so lucky. Without you, I would have nothing: my divine position, my life, and most importantly, my love.”

When she finished speaking, the goddess hesitated briefly.

She still hugged Moen's head and bent down, moving her legs backward.

This is a scene that Moen had witnessed before.

Within that shadowy veil, a goddess also did the same to herself.

However, she seemed to have forgotten.

As the beautiful face drew ever closer, Moen eagerly went to greet her.

But before anything could happen, the goddess suddenly pressed Moen back onto her lap.

"Hugs, I'm so sorry! I...I...I still can't do it!"

It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm too shy, especially when I think about what I did before.

Moen, who had been pressed back onto the goddess's lap, chuckled:

There's no need to get so worked up.

But as he laughed, Moen suddenly looked at the witch's expression and asked:

"Did something happen?"

Upon hearing this, the witch tilted her head even further to the side.

Moen exclaimed in astonishment:

"What really happened?"

The witch knew she could no longer run away.

So she could only look around furtively as she said:

"Well, to outsiders, you are dead now. That's what the gods, the kings, and everyone in the Old World think. And then, because you've been asleep for so long, so..."

Finally, in the very last moment, the witch couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out:

"So now the entire continent, even the world, is mourning your death, and I'm truly sorry because you really scared me back then!"

After this long string of sounds...

The only response from the goddess was a puzzled look from Moen:

"what?!"

Chapter 275 This was a necessary choice, but it was really terrible (3k)

What do you mean by everyone thinking I'm dead?

I just took a nap, didn't I?

At this moment, Moen felt as dizzy as when he had fallen against the witch's chest.

If there were a mirror, Moen thought his expression right now would be very similar to a meme he used to make back home.