Chapter 141

"I only hope that girl can hold on a few more days." The king said this, because he was really afraid that if the girl died during this time period, everything would be ruined.

The king hoped exactly that; he hoped the girl could hold on until that day.

"The imperial physician has arrived!" a loud shout came from outside the palace; upon hearing it, the king tidied his robes and then waited for the imperial physician's arrival.

"Summoning me so urgently, Your Majesty must be facing a troubling matter; please speak plainly, I am willing to exert my modest strength to help relieve your worries." The imperial physician performed the subject's salute and said respectfully.

"Enough, enough, rise." The king waved his hand, indicating the imperial physician should rise.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The imperial physician rose slowly.

"I summoned you this time just to ask: is there any other medicine or method that could at most prolong that girl's lifespan?" The king directly asked the imperial physician.

"In reply to Your Majesty, there is no other way." The imperial physician said this and directly knelt down.

"Please punish me!"

The imperial physician knelt down with a thud; after receiving the answer, the king felt considerably more at ease.

Then the imperial physician explained: "When that girl was previously brought here, she was a person on the verge of death, and moreover, she had been picked up from a pile of corpses by adventurers."

"What!" The king exclaimed in great surprise, shouting loudly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, that girl was picked up from a pile of corpses by adventurers; one could say that those thrown there are basically people near death or already dead corpses." The imperial physician continued to explain to the king.

"How did you manage to rescue that girl?" The king questioned the imperial physician.

"That was a bewitching drug prepared by my master for me, said to be used on a girl." After the imperial physician answered the king, the king felt very surprised.

He found it strange, wondering if the imperial physician's master had already foreseen these events in the past.

"Then where is your master now?" The king asked the imperial physician.

"My acquaintance with my master was purely coincidental; he is a wanderer without a fixed abode. After he taught me these medical arts, I also do not know where he went." The imperial physician said this, his eyes inevitably feeling a bit sorrowful.

"Is that so." The king nodded, thought for a moment, then waved his hand at the imperial physician and said, "You may go."

"Yes!" The imperial physician performed a salute and slowly withdrew.

"There isn't much time left..." the imperial physician said softly.

After the imperial physician left, the king also left the hall and went to his child's room to check on his child.

The prince had been withdrawn for many days; originally he thought he could easily deal with the adventurers who, without sparing effort, blocked all the arrows, and also that strange black sword, all of which had become an inescapable shadow in the prince's heart.

He began to fear the adventurers, unable to face his utter defeat, and he clearly knew that the adventurers had no killing intent; otherwise he would already have become a lonely ghost.

"Child..." Suddenly the king's voice came from his own gate; the prince rose, performed a respectful salute, then helped the king sit on the recliner outside the courtyard.

"Father!" The prince knelt on the ground and performed a respectful salute.

"All right, all right, rise, child." The king hurriedly pulled his son up and also brushed off the dust on his clothes.

"Father?" The prince felt strange. In his impression, his father had always been stern, never showing a kind and approachable side; why today would he be like this?

"Child, come here." The king sat facing the prince; the prince listened to the king's voice and slowly approached.

"Father, you came today—is there something?" The prince still felt odd, and eventually asked; he knew his father would not come just to strengthen so-called parent-child affection.

What he wanted to see was his own achievement, because he believed he could become an outstanding national leader.

"Father, please have tea!" The prince personally took the tea from the maid's hand and poured a cup for the king.

As the tea's fragrance slowly dispersed, the king's worries also gradually melted away; finally the king looked at his son, although he saw him every day, he had not yet noticed that his own temples were already flecked with white while his son had already become an adult.

The king lamented how swiftly time flies, while also having accomplished the next generation.

He clearly realized he had grown somewhat old; even if he set aside his so-called royal dignity, as long as that person could fully restore the nation's treasure, it would be a great merit; in the netherworld, seeing the forefathers, he would also have grounds to lift his head.

"Child." The king spoke.

Upon hearing the king call him, the prince respectfully replied: "I am here, Father!"

"Father's strength wanes day by day; I think it won't be long before this country is handed over to you to govern." After saying this, the king reached out and firmly grasped the prince's hand, his eyes full of expectation.

The prince solemnly nodded; he was unsure whether what his father said before him was true or false, because he had no time to consider the matter.

Thus he could only guess his father's meaning and go along, saying: "If that day comes, I will certainly not disappoint you."

"Good!" The king shouted, then raised his thumb and held it up before his son.

The prince was startled; this was the first time he had seen his father make such a gesture, and he naturally felt his father was very pleased.

"I'm leaving!" The king said, rose from the chair, and prepared to depart.

The prince rose, intending to see his father off, but the king stopped him.

"Time flies swiftly; you had better give thought to your posthumous affairs." The king walked while shouting this; then as his receding figure gradually vanished, only the prince remained standing alone in the room.

He had a slight doubt whether this was really his father.

But he was even clearer that this doubt had no basis; he could not even recall his mother's appearance.

This is also due to a regulation of the state; he was fortunate to become a prince, while other young nobles played, he followed behind his father, watching his father handle state affairs.

Therefore, he felt that lacking a mother was not so painful.

But as he grew older, and his older brothers and sisters, or younger brothers and sisters, were gradually sent by the king to guard the passes, he began to feel lonely.

He gradually began not to understand why his father treated him this way; even if it were a test, he had never experienced what paternal love felt like; when he saw his father show a kind smile to his other brothers and sisters or younger siblings, he also wanted to run over and beg for a bit of care.

But the result was always the same—only a loud rebuke.

Over time, the prince gradually acquired princely airs, becoming aloof and independent, while feeling deep pride as a member of the royal house.

But he also knew that this was merely self-deception.

But after a long time of deceiving himself, it became real.

"Father, this time I will surely accomplish what you entrusted." The prince whispered, uttering a sound almost only he could hear.

"New news: the adventurers have left the palace!"

This news exploded like a thunderclap outside the capital; all the shops began to anticipate, wondering what kind of person the adventurer whom the king honored as an Honored Guest really was—was he a handsome young noble or a dust-covered traveler? They had no idea in their hearts, but they had only heard that this adventurer had crippled Wu Wang, so they knew that the man's family had not taken revenge, proving he possessed some ability.

Rumors spread quickly among the streets, and this news naturally reached Chen Hao's ears; Chen Hao smiled, glanced at Jin Meng beside him, and asked: "You say, is this our good opportunity?"

Jin Meng was obviously confused by Chen Hao's question; he replied in a dazed manner: "You say this is a good opportunity? But I don't see any opportunity!"

"We can see an opportunity with Feng Yan." Chen Hao said, showing a slight smile, then shouted downstairs: "Waiter, downstairs a set of dishes!"

"Okay!" came the waiter's reply from downstairs, then Chen Hao and Jin Meng went downstairs, found a table and sat down.

"The adventurers they mentioned, is that Lord Feng Yan?" Jin Meng leaned close to Chen Hao and asked.

"It must be him! Hurry, after we finish eating, let's hurry out!"

As his words fell, suddenly a rumbling thunder came from all around, then a flash of white light.

Everyone felt strange, then they only heard something slowly falling; Chen Hao also felt strange, so he took Jin Meng outside to look, and was also stunned by the sight before them.

That before them became a myth of a nation, the giants used their own flesh and bodies, supporting pillars, erected in the sky, the dark clouds in the sky continuously released lightning, constantly striking the giants' bodies.

The giants' bodies fell one by one, accompanied by rising dust, proving the end of a life.

Chen Hao looked and realized something was wrong, opened the map, and for a moment was so shocked he couldn't speak.

His eyes could hardly believe this scene was real, and several lines of text appeared on the adventurers' map.

It read: "Players who enter the game, having undergone the baptism of several countries, I think you should have matured, so I should tell you the game rules. This game is originally a program for developing human dreams, but now that we have reached this situation, it is no longer something we can control. Losers will lose half of their bodily functions, and part of their consciousness will remain forever in this dream game."

"What? This game is about to become a survival game?" Chen Hao somewhat disbelieved, but after thinking, it was also normal, because he hadn't returned to reality for a long time.