Chapter 305

Come on, boss, you can't even figure out who he is through analysis and investigation?

Ji Ming really wanted to say you're the most useless cheat I've ever seen, but after recalling the boss's hard grind in the high‑dimensional world… he still swallowed those vicious words—after all, why would a worker make things hard for another worker?

"Then give me a list of all the saviors, and I'll check them one by one with my ominous luck."

Machinery Moon has descended for over a hundred thousand years, Sun Moon has also opposed it for over a hundred thousand years, and after suffering several crushing defeats, it felt that relying solely on its own strength was utterly incapable of self‑rescue, so it launched the Just Savior Plan, successively summoning a full 147 saviors in an attempt to find from endless possibilities the most suitable path to salvation and survival.

……

Pfft, the boss's way of picking people is pure insanity!

Although Ji Ming knows Sun Moon is unreliable, it has done so many stupid things they pile up like mountains, impossible to record completely; if Machinery Moon really were to destroy Sun Moon's star surface, its world will would definitely deserve the credit, and at the very least it would have to let the Machinery Children hold a cup with both hands.

But he never expected that the low limit of Sun Moon's early operations' intelligence would be even worse than a fat‑headed fish in a glass tank; what should have been a profoundly shocking ten‑thousand‑year war chronicle was turned by it into something like a complete collection of time‑traveler jokes.

Just after opening the first page, Ji Ming felt that if he started a livestream today, he could immediately rely on this don't‑laugh challenge to top next year's D‑site top 100.

【First Generation Savior: An Yi Cheng】

【Identity: 16‑year‑old EastJapan high schooler, has a little sister and a house, parents deceased, currently planning with two childhood friends, with the teacher's help, to form a game club and launch the world's most awesome and spicy game】

……

【Second Generation Savior: Leon Ramos】

【Identity: former FBI agent, retired after developing PTSD and moved to California to become an auto mechanic, divorced, currently seeking custody of his daughter together with his new girlfriend】

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【Third Generation Savior: Xiao Fan】

【Identity: a company manager in his thirties, after years of struggle he acquired a Mercedes‑Benz; in his youth he learned family martial arts from his grandfather, and he carries the jade pendant left by his grandmother】

………………

Boss, do you want to see what kind of people the saviors you found are?

The protagonist of a harem series, the protagonist of a zombie game, the protagonist of a xianxia novel……

You expect them to save a fantasy world targeted by the Purification Accord? This isn't just pure harm, is it?

【Ah this】

【Back then I was still young, after all everything needs to grow, you see…… the saviors I've found now aren't they impressive?】

"Tsk, your flattery skills are improving day by day."

Moreover, Ji Ming went through the savior list one by one, asking himself honestly, and discovered that even on the last page, the descriptions of these saviors still gave the feeling that Sun Moon was just messing around, drawing cards at random.

"Gui Gui, how could you, who didn't even finish prenatal education, have brought along a plateau little prince who's excellent at horse riding and bridge crossing—are you planning to use the taro‑bubble‑flavored fifth‑generation Rikoku to counterattack Machinery Moon and choke to death the silicon‑based intelligent life?"

But it was also on this last page, after Ji Ming silently recited the name of a certain person most familiar yet strange to him, that his ominous luck finally reacted, sending a strange feeling up from his heart.

……

Holy shit, Lion!

While Ji Ming quietly checked the list, he was also participating in the interrogation of the three; at this point they had reached the final stage, the three were about to run out of things to say, so after it was completely over, as the God's Chosen he applied for a closed‑door interrogation with the Death Knight alone, and after confirming no one was listening, he spoke softly.

"Giuseppe·Nerva·Milin, or rather, Lee·Pei·Hong, right?"

The Death Knight huddled at the other end of the table: "Ah?"

Ji Ming leaning against the chair back: "???"

He pulled out the list without changing his expression and checked again, finding no mistake—the Lionheart King's name is exactly this; he even dug out his true name from his original world, so how could there be not even the slightest reaction?

"Boss, what do you think?"

【How about we change our angle? I have his full list of relatives and friends here, take a look】

"You… you… you're basically the biggest idiot in all of Sun Moon… sigh, forget it."

Then Ji Ming cleared his throat.

"Death Knight Mr., I will now read out a list of names; please raise your hand when you hear a familiar name—this is part of the interrogation, I hope you can cooperate."

The Death Knight originally wanted to ask for details, but hearing the latter half he could only shut his mouth and gesture for Ji Ming to begin.

"Very good."

Ji Ming first read out his list of lovers that would make even Sivandis feel ashamed, shouting loudly, "Old bro, bring me to pick up girls!"

No matter if it was the queen‑crowned noble lady childhood friend, the lifelong non‑blood‑related sweetheart, the elf inner‑traitor female general who gave countless help, or the Deep Forest chronicle's officially designated ancestral king's most beloved lover, the mother of the second‑generation Lionheart King… the kid ended up completely clueless from start to finish.

"Tsk, you and they are still classic IPs in Sun Moon's literary world—truly heartless."

Then Ji Ming switched to another list, reading out his loyal twelve Knights of the Round Table, as well as the several dukes famed for their great military exploits, who founded the "Northern Border Nobility Military Group", clearly imitating the "Lingyan Pavilion Twenty‑Four Meritocrats" in number.

"This… sorry, really no feeling."

"Tsk, they've saved your life more than nine times—truly heartless."

Next came a multitude so large it could fill a whole chicken‑dinner match, and indeed after the Lionheart King's sudden death, the princes and princesses experienced a real‑life chicken‑dinner.

"Ah this……"

"Ah this…… you're like this, you're feeling your own heart…… I know it's not beating! Say it again!"

"Sorry! God's Chosen, I really can't remember—these names are all unfamiliar!"

Indeed, that's exactly the case—the boss has already calculated it in the most precise way, yet the Death Knight shows not a hint of panic, only endless bewilderment.

Now Ji Ming is also bewildered—his ominous luck has no reason to deceive him, or perhaps deceiving him would bring some benefit? Or is the Death Knight's amnesia truly severe, his mind as if replaced with new, unable to recall even a trace of his former life?

The Death Knight's expression also grew solemn, and he began to press for answers.

"God's Chosen, are these all people very important to me? Could you introduce them to me? Perhaps I can recall……"

Ji Ming scratched his head, decided to try that name, and suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"Berphier·Shuanghua."

No lie detector needed now—the Death Knight's pupils trembled without concealment, even his teeth began to shake, excited to the point of almost upending the table.

"This! This name! I have an impression! I I I I I……"

!!!

Not to be bro, but although I've accepted this perverted world where I'm surrounded by perverts, someone as perverted as you is still… too perverted.

A father can't remember his child's name, a ruler can't remember his subject's name, a husband can't remember his wife's name, yet a male succubus from unofficial histories who slept with you—or a nightmare—gets a reaction from you the moment I mention him!

Trashy or not, this is just too trashy.

Thank goodness the protagonist of this book isn't you, otherwise the author would have… put on a grim face and embarked on the path of the dark holy hall…

No matter what, in Ji Ming's eyes Little Lion is at least a fellow villager; he usually treats those unofficial scandalous stories as jokes for fun, not really believing them, but now…

If Ji Ming's heart is churning with huge waves, then the death knight's heart is like a world‑ending tsunami capable of drowning the Himalayas; he grits his teeth, straining to recall that name, but it's like trying to scoop water from the ocean—aside from getting his hands wet, he gets nothing.

But he still clutches his throbbing, unbearable head, using that terrifying endurance unique to a grassroots emperor to oppose it, his eyes bloodshot.

"Divine Chosen, since you can say that name, you surely know who he is—tell him! He! Who is he?"

As a strange war captive, the death knight wears special shackles containing holy‑light alloy that can suppress his power, so Ji Ming isn't worried he'll suddenly attack and smash his own head into his gut; he just shakes his head calmly.

"If you're the Lionheart King, then he's your lover."

The death knight immediately let out a scream, vehemently denying Ji Ming's statement.

"Impossible!"

After realizing his loss of composure, he again lowered his voice.

"I remember, he is a very important person to me, more important than anyone else; we still have a noble, great cause to pursue, no matter what… we could not possibly have a sordid relationship! Believe me!"

To be honest, Ji Ming believes it, because those princelings who haven't weathered much storm might change their ambitions over a little emotional upset, but Little Lion is a founding monarch.

As the legendary figure who single‑handedly founded Deep Forest, this otherworldly Han‑Tang realm, he endured so much hardship and trial in his youth—how could he possibly fall into ruin because of one person's existence, or collapse because of one person's death?

Unfortunately, the death knight's memory is indeed completely gone; he buried himself in thought for half a day, yet could not pull even a shred from the chaotic currents.

Ji Ming then recorded the topic and content of this meeting as a discussion of the use of holy light, and tidied up the documents on the table.

"Regarding this matter, don't tell anyone else unless you want to invite unnecessary trouble—understood?"

The death knight let out an "ah", hesitated and nodded, then suddenly his face twitched.

"Right, I just remembered something else—his name is Bophir; it's not a soft name, so please don't pronounce it in that weird, affected way, as if you're gossiping about a sparrow on the street, okay?"

Ji Ming was about to agree when he felt his pores tighten all over; Yangyue noticed the change in his body and quickly asked.

"【Savior, what's wrong with you?】"

"Idiot, I've been targeted!"

He immediately summoned high‑dimensional power to shield himself, then glared at the ceiling.

As a product of the gray mist divine power run amok, the black clouds over the Black Forest domain already have a shielding effect; now, with Ji Ming's self‑protection and counterattack added, that bone‑chilling gaze vanished the next second.

"... Damn, it's probably that little brat Xieyue; the Lionheart King's sudden death surely had some hidden scheme!"

The death knight also saw Ji Ming's silent, changeable expression, misunderstood his intent, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

"You bastard, I won't let you insult my friend… ah!"

The holy‑light shackles instantly activated, surging through his body like an electric shock; if Ji Ming hadn't quickly stopped it, he'd probably be medium‑well done by now.

"Stay calm! I didn't mean to insult him; I'm just wondering why Bophir's name is recorded as Bofeir in the official annals of Deep Forest."

"Uh…"

Now the death knight couldn't keep a straight face, fumbled with his hands for a moment before speaking.

"Sorry, I might be a bit sensitive… maybe because I've gone through this before, it happens often, so…"

"No need to apologize, have a seat—I still have something very important to tell you."

Before speaking, Ji Ming checked his surroundings again, making sure no one was eavesdropping, then lowered his voice.

"Since you're about to go to the Holy See for investigation, you'll likely be on the road for a long time; I'll help you look up information about yourself and Bophir to aid your memory recovery—understood?"

Upon hearing this, the death knight immediately clasped his hands and bowed slightly forward.

"Thank you for your generosity and help, Divine Chosen!"

"Eh, helping others helps oneself; maybe I'll need to rely on you later."

Having said that, Ji Ming turned and left, but upon reaching the doorway he furtively glanced back and saw the death knight—or Giuseppe—standing frozen by the table, his weathered face lit by the morning light outside the iron bars, still filled with confused sorrow.

"Sigh…"

He slowly closed the specially made cell door with its three locks; even now he feels a bit disillusioned—a historical figure written in books, open to interpretation, has actually appeared before him alive and well, even just now thanking him and addressing him as 'you'!

But what concerns him more is how important Bophir is to Giuseppe—even with his addled mind he still remembers his kindness, and that crucial phrase 'a noble, great cause'.

"Old Li, old Li, you wouldn't…"

Leaving the cathedral's underground cell, Ji Ming turned onto the stairs, only to meet Archbishop Tenisi, who had obviously been waiting here.

Now that her hand is revealed, she has also changed into the standard attire of a Holy Light Church archbishop: a head‑to‑toe purple robe, a gold‑threaded waist belt, no elaborate ceremonial hat on her head—instead a hair ornament set with amethyst, and a wristband gleaming with faint light spots.

She seems to have guessed what Ji Ming is up to—something unsavory—so her face bears a half‑smile.

"Done chatting?"