That's not a game

[When did the high tower built by the people for me grow to such a scale that even I would be imprisoned in it? 】

……

[The 98018th day of being king. 】

[It seems that my first group of people have been gone for a hundred years, and the ones who are alive now seem to be their children or granddaughters. 】

[However, there was a funeral today, and the person who was buried seemed to be a citizen who lived a long life among human beings. 】

【I vaguely remember that she seems to be my hunter and one of my first people. 】

【Before, she always seemed to like to stand by my throne and look at me. 】

[But I don't remember much of these, and I don't know her name. 】

[I didn't attend her funeral either. 】

[Because, I have long been used to the departure of the people because of the life span. 】

[However, during the funeral, there was a little girl who kept looking at me with hatred for some reason. 】

[I don't care, although I know that she is not the only one looking at me with such eyes. 】

……

[The 98450th day of being king. 】

[Actually, I have already felt that the people want to go to the outside world and want the so-called freedom. 】

[But I don't accept it, because the freedom outside is a world that I cannot protect. 】

[But if...they can defeat me, maybe they don't need to worry about the danger from the outside world. 】

[After all, if even I can defeat them, I am not qualified to protect them. 】

……

[The 100000th day of being king. 】

[An interesting thing happened today, I met a poet. 】

[There is a wind elf beside him, and he sang a poem. 】

[A poem called "Haiyan". 】

[Today, it seems that there is a feeling of joy that humans call joy in my heart. 】

Chapter 110 The prosperity of a thousand years ago reappears again.

"This stack of Karabian's diary to the poet...why is it the same as a Huaichun girl? Ximei, did you translate it wrong?" The middle-aged president coughed softly.

This Demon God Dekarabian didn't keep a diary every day, but just wrote it from time to time, which made them not need to turn over a hundred thousand pages so outrageously.

But this is not the main problem. The main problem is the attitude of this Die Karabian when he met the poet, which is too weird.

As a lonely king who doesn't care about the will and attitude of his people at all, she...will feel as happy as a girl in Huaichun because of the arrival of a poet.

Moreover, this lonely king still acts like a young girl at such an old age, which always gives the middle-aged president a feeling of "why is the old woman acting like a child?"

Xi Mei directly shook her head, "Impossible, I also thought it was unrealistic just now, I removed the date of becoming king, and then took a screenshot to that girl to ask Lisa, Lisa's translation is also the same!"

The middle-aged president hesitated for a moment, his eyes slowly fell on Kong who was flipping through the diary, and said hesitantly, "Okay...it seems that you really guessed it right, Kong."

The latter froze, and smiled awkwardly, "Ahaha, let's continue watching."

Kong thought of the picture of the old brother of the teacher named Dekarabian again.

"Hey, wait a minute, how high are we now?"

The middle-aged president suddenly realized this. Before they opened a page in this diary, the tower under their feet would rise a little.

And when they just opened the diary of the [-]th day, when the poet appeared, when the poem "Petrel" echoed in Mond at that time, it seemed that the tower did not rise.

"No... I don't know, but it is indeed... very high."

Looking at the surrounding clouds, Kong swallowed slowly.

They were still on the ground not long ago, and this tower is not so high, it only has one floor.

But now, they seem to be standing with the clouds in the sky.

Even the real and fake sun in the sky seems to be within reach.

Lao Gang on the side walked a few steps, walked to the edge area, and looked down.

Looking at this, the rough and strong man was so frightened that he yelled out.

"Damn it! Why is it so tall?! Abba, baa, ba... Lao Gang is afraid, so the president hugs him."

Lao Gang scrambled and ran behind the middle-aged president, with unconcealable horror in his eyes.

The middle-aged president understood this very well, and kicked Lao Gang who rushed over.

"However... this height is probably already [-] meters high."

The middle-aged president stood on the edge of the tower, looking down at everything below.

Down there, on the land of the secret realm that should have been empty, houses appeared one after another at some unknown time, surrounding the tower far away, forming a bustling city.

And farther away, the high wind barrier completely surrounded this bustling city with no one there.

The prosperous city that was protected by Gale Demon God thousands of years ago appeared before them again.

This is a more prosperous city than today's Mond City. Because of the protection of the king, they don't need to worry about foreign enemies, snowstorms, and natural disasters, so they develop faster.

In this world protected by the wind barrier, they developed so rapidly, built such beautiful houses, and formed such a prosperous city.

Kong and the middle-aged president stood together, watching this scene together, and couldn't help murmuring slowly.

"It turns out that the lonely king of the tower is not a tyrant, she just... obsessively abides by the agreement."

The middle-aged president was silent for a while. Suddenly, he opened his arms and laughed loudly on the tower.

"Hahaha! The lonely king of this high tower is a demon god, and as a king, he naturally doesn't understand people's hearts!"

It turned out that there was no tyrant at all in this old Monde, there was just an ignorant and paranoid lonely king.

Through that diary, Sora understood this point thoroughly.

But in his heart, he was a little confused.

If Dekarabian is such a ignorant and paranoid lonely king, then the Dekarabian he saw in reality before is so active.

Could it be that the two simply have the same name?

Turning around in idling, he looked at the throne in the center of the tower.

That was when the throne had not been destroyed by the poet. On the throne, the solitary king in the white dress seemed to be sitting there, silently looking down at the city that belonged to her, silently guarding her people, from Nothing in return is required.

"Kong Kong, and the president, come and take a look, this diary has changed!"

Ximei suddenly shouted to the two of them, and waved her hand to signal them to come over.

The two hurried over and came to the diary again, and the new diary translated by Ximei had indeed changed.

[The first day when I met the poet. 】

[I wrote a diary twice today, this diary is for poets. 】

[As for the diary of the king?It seems that there is no need to continue to write in that diary for the time being, because I can feel that I will soon be pulled down from the throne. 】

[This is something to be happy about. 】

[After all, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. 】

[For this reason, I also gave the poet five bird feathers, waiting for his arrival. 】

The middle-aged president looked a little weird, hesitantly looked at Ximei who was aside.

The latter seemed to know what the other party was going to say, and said directly, "The content of this translation is absolutely correct. Although this is the old Mond's text, it is not too far from the current Mond's text, and the translation is not difficult. "

"In Dekarabian's heart, the poet's status is indeed very high. Presumably, he has seen that the poet has the potential to kill gods. He can pull her down from the throne."

"This is more than high..."

The middle-aged president clicked his tongue, indicating the next page.

[The first day when I met the poet. 】

[Nothing happened today, but I watched the poet for a day. 】

[The more you look at it, the more satisfied you become. 】

【He must be the one who can step on my body to ascend to the throne, and he is a better king than me. 】

Several people looked weird again, and turned to the next page again.

[The first day when I met the poet. 】

【The wind elf next to the poet is a lucky little guy who has found the few remaining bird feathers in this world.This luck may be obtained precisely because it is so pure and innocent. 】

[However, there are only nine feathers that the bird has shed over the years. 】

【A poet without the tenth feather cannot gain wings and fly. 】

[To get the last feather, he can only come to me. 】

【After all, Asuka is my messenger. 】

……

[The first day when I met the poet. 】

[It's really strange, this poet seems to have a special magical power, I was obviously just looking at him, but the time was fleeting, and seven days passed in a flash. 】

[Although seven days is nothing more than a drop in the ocean to me, I have rarely experienced this illusion of the rapid passage of time. 】

[Moreover, an interesting incident happened tonight, that lucky wind elf actually came to me to get the tenth feather. 】

[To obtain the tenth feather, one must pass the test of courage. 】

[When I asked the wind elf if he wanted to take the test instead of the poet, the little guy accepted it without hesitation. 】

【It says that it wants to fly with the poet and gain freedom together. 】

【Hearing it say these words, I felt a little unhappy for no reason. 】

[Just some of them. 】

[After all, I don't care about human feelings, nor my own feelings. 】

[Also, the Wind Spirit failed. 】

Chapter 110 When the arrow from thousands of years ago reappears, the world will surely be amazed

"The Sa family can be regarded as seeing it, the lonely king of the tower is jealous!"

Lao Gang was silent for a long time, then suddenly realized and clapped his hands.

The other three looked at Lao Gang very silently, making the latter's expression stiff.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at?! Ah! I think that my old man is not good at thinking, right! Just like someone who is good at thinking!"

Sora and the others decided to ignore this guy and turned to the next page again.

But this time, they found out in astonishment.

This diary... seems to be gone soon.

"To be gone?"

The middle-aged president hurriedly lowered his head to check, only to find that there were only two pages left in this diary that looked thick before.

"How is it possible? It looked so thick just now, how many pages have we turned? Not even thirty pages!" The middle-aged president said in astonishment.

On the side, Kong Ning raised his eyebrows and reminded, "President, you told me before that the composition of the secret realm comes from things such as will, memory, legend, and history. Perhaps... in the memory of the lonely king, what we just saw Those are the ones that are most worth remembering in her thousands of years?"

The middle-aged president was taken aback for a moment, then nodded hesitantly, "Maybe, what are the contents of the remaining two pages?"

Ximei quickly started to translate.

[The 11th day when I met the poet. 】

[He unexpectedly found the tenth feather from nowhere, created his own wings, and wanted to fly into the sky and leave the city. 】