[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-heir-to-the-kingdom-of-1-4-billion-citizens":3,"chapter-heir-to-the-kingdom-of-1-4-billion-citizens-heir-to-the-kingdom-of-1-4-billion-citizens-chapter-75":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 Billion Citizens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2270950,4434,"Chapter 75: The Gift of Resurrection","heir-to-the-kingdom-of-1-4-billion-citizens-chapter-75",75,"\u003Cp>In the dark, damp, overcrowded slave dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirteen slowly awoke from sleep, and at the sight before him, he felt as if he had crossed into another lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You slept so deeply, you didn’t wake up for a full day and night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hall, beside him, yawned and complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you,” Thirteen said in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that if Hall had not stayed beside him, the other slaves would have attacked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it wouldn’t have harmed him, it would have shattered his final beautiful dream—and kept him from seeing the Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s nothing. A life for a life,” Hall said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, footsteps sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Benson appeared outside the cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like you made the wrong choice,” Benson sighed deeply, gazing at the still-packed dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your opponent is the man-eating lion Eury. For years, it has roamed the wastelands unchecked—mainly because its hide is impervious to blades and immune to fire and water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even with your divine strength, without a sharp magical weapon, you stand no chance against it. Your fate will be to become rotting meat in its belly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill! Slaughter every useless soul here, and you’ll receive a weapon—and a bright future!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re only twenty-one. You’ve spent your entire life in this dungeon, never seeing sunlight, never tasting food or a woman’s touch—will you really die like this without regret?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Benson pleaded desperately—he truly didn’t want his hard-trained slave to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his words, the slaves in the dungeon shrank fearfully into the corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For if they were the executioner, they would have already slaughtered without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will not kill another innocent soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Death does not frighten me. Losing my belief means losing everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Thirteen simply rose slowly, gazing calmly at the man outside the cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stubborn fool! Then go fight the lion with empty hands!” Benson roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And among the slaves, their dull eyes slowly began to gleam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the arena floor, the noon sun hung high, baking the sand into searing heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The circular spectator stands remained packed, every seat filled—even with several people crammed onto a single seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the gaze of all, Thirteen stood once more on the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, what greeted him was not cheers, but\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Butcher, you coward—go die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die die die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, thanks to you, how else would Master Simon have been forced to pay out so much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike yesterday’s cheers, the crowd now mostly spat curses, many even shouting for him to die immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: yesterday, most spectators had bet on the Butcher. But after yesterday’s farce, nearly everyone switched their bets to the man-eating lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. Worthless trash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Thirteen arrive empty-handed below, Simon on the highest platform growled darkly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the vast majority had bet on the lion—meaning he would lose a fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was unavoidable. To compensate for yesterday’s chaos and to preserve the arena’s reputation, this cost was necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the ancient sage Frankenstein said—reputation has value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as the arena’s reputation endures, it remains a golden egg-laying hen—even if he must lose a fortune, it is worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a heavy tread, a monstrous beast emerged from the opposite corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a lion, standing over three meters at the shoulder, its colossal frame suffocating in its scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fur was deep brown, its mane blazing like fire, its golden eyes glinting with bloodlust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above its head floated a line of deep blue text—Eury: the name the world had given it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar.” The beast let out a low growl—not loud, yet enough to make the scalp of any listener prick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stepping out of the narrow passage, the lion did not fix its gaze on Thirteen ahead, but scanned the sea of spectators, its mouth dripping thick saliva in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much food!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the lion vanished from its spot, becoming a blur as it lunged toward the spectators above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang-clang-clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last possible moment, five or six blood-red spears erupted from the sand, blocking its charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beast! Only those on the sand are yours to eat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simon roared from the platform, a torrent of crimson magic exploding from his body like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that a named beast’s intelligence could understand his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar!” The lion bellowed, then reluctantly retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its animal instinct told it: that human was too strong to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So terrifying…” Several spectators in the path of the lion’s lunge had soiled themselves, faces pale with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the sand, Thirteen clenched his fists, ready for battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had resolved to die, he would die as a warrior—not surrendering like a coward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lion unleashed a thunderous roar, its mighty body charging at Thirteen like a hurricane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Thirteen swung his hammer-like fists without fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hall of Starfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t nap, falling asleep is hard,” Xia Mingyu stretched, arriving here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was curious about the letter Thirteen had left him, so he came at noon without delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, the envelope resting at the corner between the obsidian prisms and the lampstand flew into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—he tore it open, revealing a white sheet covered in crooked, uneven writing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Xia Mingyu smiled at the comical script—but as he read the content, his smile vanished, his expression turning grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The letter read:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord, when you read this, I am likely already dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do not grieve for me. Meeting you and Tamerlan has been the greatest happiness of my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Before I met you, though I lived, I was already a walking corpse—no different from the dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still remember, at age six, how I killed a companion to survive—the blood flowing over my fingers afterward became my worst nightmare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe I died then—or rather, I was better off dead. Guilt tormented me daily; I could only suppress my pain through endless battles and self-harm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Until I met you. I learned what justice and fairness meant—and I came alive again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I must die again—but this time, I die refusing to kill. I am content. I have no regrets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My only regret is that I have not yet repaid your grace. If I am reborn, let me serve you, and with you, pursue justice and purge all evil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sinner, Thirteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it—why couldn’t he just say this to my face!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Mingyu crushed the letter in his fist, brows knotted, veins bulging on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole world had sent only two people—now if one died, how could he ever realize his dream of making everyone live like human beings?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A single spark can start a prairie fire!” Xia Mingyu clenched his fist, raising his arm with the back of his hand upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, twelve torches on the obsidian prisms flickered and converged before Xia Mingyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the flames, scenes flashed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man charged the lion, fighting fiercely—the lion’s hide harder than steel. After a long battle, the man was pinned down, his belly ripped open, his organs devoured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beast!” Xia Mingyu’s eyes turned red with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Starfire—bring his consciousness here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the torches vanished. Thirteen’s body lay sprawled on the bronze floor of the hall, his form horrifically mangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this… the netherworld?” he murmured unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Netherworld your ass! You’re my comrade—I need you to help me cleanse this world of monsters. I won’t let you die like this!” Xia Mingyu gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, only one method offered a chance to save him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Mingyu quickly stripped off his outer garment and draped it over Thirteen’s body, then declared aloud:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who says we lack robes? I share yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The king calls for war—mend my spears and lances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We share the same foe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Xia Mingyu’s only hope: if Thirteen could awaken a gift capable of healing wounds and restoring life, there was still a chance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished speaking, the garment dissolved into light and merged into Thirteen’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of information flowed into both their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirteen’s Rebirth: Your first thirteen deaths each bring renewal. Each reborn self grows stronger and gains a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the mangled remains of the man began to heal before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You really are a lucky fellow!\" Xia Mingyu exclaimed, snapping back to awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The great hero Hercules endured twelve trials to cleanse his sins, and Spartacus rose from slavery to defy injustice—I combine their names and bestow them upon you; henceforth, you shall be called.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1412,"2026-06-19T22:18:43.340Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","35f5f492e65e65a2b1866da6bcd812fa7d2e8efbcfd090c80c640b842980ec11","heir-to-the-kingdom-of-1-4-billion-citizens-chapter-76","heir-to-the-kingdom-of-1-4-billion-citizens-chapter-74",186,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fheir-to-the-kingdom-of-1-4-billion-citizens-cover.jpg"]