Utopian Empire.

The servant Lixia waited outside the palace. In the gap of waiting, she quietly watched the live broadcast of the whole killing show decisive, and she is still excited. At this time of the year, even if you are a servant, you don't have the qualifications to enter the hall, let alone the idlers.

Lixia only became a servant today. Her predecessor-a lady of the Titans-resigned not long ago for the purpose of dreaming and killing the show. Lixia passed the triple examination and got the high-tech and leisurely job.

Not far from Lisia, there are groups of interstellar media carrying instruments. Photographers and reporters from "Zeus" to "Circular Universe" are all wearing special raincoats and holding umbrellas.

The area surrounding the Utopian Capital Palace was raining today.

The miniature automatic rain shelters of this era are very developed. Antiques like umbrellas and raincoats have not had a chance to appear for a long time... but not at this time.

The rain around the Utopia Palace is continuous all year round and is extremely corrosive.

There is still half an hour before the start of the uncrowned match. Your Majesty will not show up in advance every year, but some media reporters can't wait, quietly pulling on the railing and asking Lisia:

"I heard that the reason why there will be highly corrosive rains year after year is because the palace was built on the site of the legendary laboratory X901...\"

Lisia was most afraid of the media asking similar questions. She just wanted to say that she had no comment. The reporter who had been chattering just stopped suddenly.

The reporter looked behind Lixia, his expression became a little guilty, and silently returned to the crowd.

Lisia seemed to feel a little bit, and turned around--

-A dark shadow is standing silently behind her.

Lisia couldn't help but shudder.

That is the palace director. The director looked like he was about 50 or 60 years old, his complexion was extremely pale, and his whole person was as thin as a piece of paper.

The manager wore a solid color uniform and stood under the rainy palace eaves, with a horror movie atmosphere. He stood there quietly, turned his head and said to Lisia: "It's time, come with me."

This is the general manager who has served the monarch for nearly thirty years, and looks like a weak ordinary middle-aged man. Until many years ago, a star thief group made chaos on Caryl star and even tried to invade the palace.

At that time, the unremarkable manager was standing under this eaves, holding a black umbrella upside down, and piercing the star thief's throat without changing his face...

"……Yes!"

After waking up from the short memories, Lisia didn't dare to distract herself. She hurriedly lifted the skirt to salute, and did not dare to delay for a moment, and followed the manager into the hall.

The heavy palace door opened and closed again.

This is a deserted palace.

The Palace of the Muse, carefully designed by the muse’s parents, is a completely different style, and the structure of the Utopia Palace is extremely simple.

The dark red thick velvet blanket makes no sound when people walk on it. There is no resplendent ceiling light. It is only illuminated by cool-colored wall lights. Compared to a palace, it is more like an inaccessible laboratory.

"Wait, no matter what you see, don't be surprised, and you are not allowed to speak out." The manager said.

Of course Lisia nodded frantically.

The manager paused, and continued to say in a calm tone: "Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, you have only had three servants, and the servants have not retired. Do you know why?"

Lisia asked carefully, "Why?"

The manager warned meaningfully: "For your kind of housekeeper who earns 100,000 stars a month and only needs to work four days a month, there is no such thing as'resignation' and'retirement'."

"The only way you can leave your post is to die."

Lisia sweated out of her back.

Her calf began to tremble.

The manager was very satisfied with the effect of this sentence, nodded and continued to move forward.

\"..... But," Not long after I walked out, the manager heard Licia's voice cautiously, "But Ms. Taina is alive and well. I participated in the semi-final of the killing show the other day?"

Taina is Lisia's last servant, a titan woman with long red hair and a hearty personality. She was even one of the top four finalists in the Killing Show this year, and she is one of the most anticipated seed players. There are still posters of the Killing Show finals she shot on the street.

Coupled with her career in the past ten years, some fans enthusiastically call her the "gun maid" or something.

Manager: "...\"

Manager: \"............\"

"You know too much," the director was silent for a moment, and then warned her in a certain movie tone, "young man, it's not a good thing to be too curious."

Lisia: "Oh oh."

So the topic of being killed in the job was so fooled?

Obviously so.

Because after that, the general manager was cold and didn't say a word to Lisia.

The two of them took the exclusive floating ladder and went down 10,000 meters underground. It only takes less than half a minute to get from the ground to the bottom, and after a beep, the two walked out of the floating ladder.

The X901 laboratory, which was well-known throughout the universe many years ago, over twenty years have passed. The instruments here are worn out and the furnishings become mottled. Only the cooling fan at the entrance is still buzzing tirelessly.

There is a smell of rust mixed with moisture in the air, and the entire laboratory is a lot of old things that have been aged for decades.

Lisia didn't dare to look up and look around, and she followed the manager inward.

Soon, they walked to a certain laboratory.

As a court attendant, Lisia has experienced a lot in these years. But what happened next was still beyond all her common sense, and was the most unforgettable picture in her long career.

——This is a space that violates common sense.

Ten thousand meters underground, the gravity here seems to have failed, newspapers, colored glass candies, beer bottles, broken bellows, only a straight line of heart rate... all kinds of weird things are suspended in the air, Underground is a small hillside piled up with various discarded large instruments.

The very old phonograph squeaked and played Western music, and the cold light of the incandescent lamp made people almost tremble with palpitations.

Their monarch is right above the ‘hillside’.

The man is very tall and straight, dressed in a military uniform, his deep eyes are not covered with black silk as usual, and his thin lips are flat and flat. The man has an aura that is sharper than the tip of a knife, but his expression is extremely dull, like a personally made inorganic life form.

But he was stained with blood, and he had a black tattoo similar to the factory number on his waist.

From the right shoulder to the waist and abdomen, there were extensive gunshot wounds and burns, with old and new scars staggered.

The robot suspended in the sky lowered the cable and mechanical arm, as if performing an operation on him, but in fact the silver blade simply cut through the man's skin. For seventy-two hours, it only repeats this action mechanically.

There was blood flowing over the exposed metal surfaces of the discarded instruments, flowing through the wires with blue sparks, and it had spread to the entire room.

The nameless draught wind blew through.

Lisia was startled and tried her best to suppress a scream in her throat. She hurriedly lowered her head, her whole body panicked not knowing what to do.

She finally knows why the waitress is so idle and has a high salary. This risk is too great!

No one knows what kind of race the king of utopia is. He has the same fighting power as the foul, but does not have any characteristics of dragons, titans, blood and other powerful races. There are even many mainstream interstellar media speculating that he is the legendary **** Descendants'.

...Yes, in this universally recognized legend, "God" is real. The history books of many races have left the shadow of gods, such as the blue-tailed mermaid of the Mermaid tribe chanting hymns for the gods, and the Titans are the guards of the gods.

God abandoned this universe, so it fell into endless wars, poverty, and disease.

Until the founding of the Muse and Utopia.

Lisia once secretly guessed whether His Majesty would be the Queen of God...Unexpectedly, his Majesty was a bionic.

The steward said nothing wrong. If this is leaked out, she would be more than just ‘sacrifice’!

Lisia was sweating all over her head, she only dared to stare at her toes.

Your Majesty turned out to be a bionic human? Your Majesty disappears at this time every year. Was it in this laboratory? Why should the robot repeatedly...injure itself?

No leaks, no inquiries, no curiosity. These are the three working principles of a housekeeper.

Moreover, Lisia didn't dare to ask anything.

The manager was obviously accustomed to this scene, Lisia heard him say: "Your Majesty, it's time."

no respond.

About two minutes later, the director repeated: "Your Majesty, the time is up, the uncredited match has twenty minutes to start."

This time, there was finally a response.

The man looked at them, put his long legs up and got up after a moment. Immediately afterwards, there was a sound similar to metal collision and collapse.

He walked toward the exit, and every time he took a step outward, the terrifying, **** wounds on his body healed miraculously and quickly, and he returned to level, leaving only a pale white scar in the end.

And those newspapers, glass bottles, and discarded instruments that floated in the sky like fish swimming...there was no fire and spontaneously ignited, and the last explosion swept through-all, completely silent.

"Your Majesty, your clothes." Lixia watched her nose and nose, and hurried forward and handed the changed clothes to the man-Your Majesty didn't like others to get too close to him. Both the General Manager and Lixia maintained their politeness for more than half a meter. distance.

The monarch hummed faintly.

The shirt concealed the clear eight-pack abdominal muscles and scars. He buttoned the buttons neatly and quickly, and then the uniform jacket. The general manager bowed his head respectfully and fastened his obsidian cufflinks.

"......!"

Lisia caught a glimpse of the ring on the base of the left **** of the monarch.

It was a hand with well-knotted bones. The complexion was cold and white, and the pale silver ring reflected the faint light.

Even though I had seen it before, Licia would still set off a stormy sea every time I saw that ring again. Their utopian custom is that if two people are engaged, they will wear a ring on their left **** - but it is different when they wear a plain ring on their left hand.

The plain ring means ‘a one-sided heart has belonging’ and it can also be said to be a one-sided engagement.

The gift ring was rejected by the other party, and he was still unwilling to give up. It was a hopeless request.

Monarchs generally do not wear warnings in public places where they will be photographed by Star Media. It is said that they are "worried about a child's misunderstanding", but they are often worn in private or social situations.

There are rumors that His Majesty once gifted the ring to a favorite of the Muse, but was rejected by the other party before wearing the ring... But everyone agreed that the credibility of this rumor was not high. After all, the relationship between Muse and Utopia is so complicated.

The greater possibility should be that this is just because the monarch is overwhelmed by the rotten peach blossoms, so he wears a ring as a default rejection to reduce trouble.

\"...Don't look around." The manager coughed and reminded Lisia in a low voice.

Lisia hurriedly rested and stood at attention.

Fortunately, the monarch did not care about the small actions of the two. He was distracted, his eyes half closed, and he buttoned up the buttons at random.

The tailored pure black empire uniform has a thick and deep texture, giving him a strong sense of oppression. Then the monarch took out the silk storage box handed over by the master, took out the pure black eye mask, and put it on meticulously.

After the monarch came out, the first thing besides wearing a blindfold was to turn on the personal terminal, as if he had entered some software-it displayed the'Light Tower Warm Tip: I'm sorry, because of unknown reasons, it is currently a non-live broadcast period. The patient is resting~'.

Seeing this line of words, the pressure of the monarch's body was significantly lowered by a few degrees, and even rarely showed a little irritability.

...And this laid the most serious hidden danger for the disaster that will happen next.

Lisia was very curious, but kept the guidelines in mind, and did not ask.

The manager began to talk about the killing show: "It is the Titan players and...\"

They walked into the floating ladder, and the monarch made a gesture to stop the master's words. This year is a little late, the game is about to start, he has no time to listen to the detailed process, and it is more efficient to directly fast forward.

"Conclusion." The monarch said concisely.

"Uh..... The result of the game is--"

It’s the first time this kind of thing is in charge. After all, it’s not someone else who won this time. His Majesty the official Muse!

This is too exciting from any point of view, and other people don’t know, the general manager who has worked for the monarch for so many years does not know that the person who has been secretly in love with the majesty for nearly 30 years is...

Therefore, just before uttering the name, the overly nervous manager couldn't help making an earth-shattering voice:

"belch!!!"

Lisia: "...\"

"Hiccups, hiccups-hiccups!"

For the next three full minutes, until they walked onto the starship, the steward couldn't say anything else, his face flushed red, and he—he repeatedly hiccups with uneven tones.

Just like a rooster chased by people, it sounds like a symphony.

With nearly ten minutes before the start of the uncrowned race, the starship steadily sailed towards its destination.

Lisia tried her best to stop herself from laughing.

The monarch's terminal is still connected to the game with the black screen, so he can't search by himself.

As if a little impatient, the monarch squeezed the index finger knuckles a few times.....Licia took a closer look and found that he seemed to be tempting the director boredly, making it more rhythmic.

Manager and Licia: "...\"

Lisia called the good guy in her heart.

Is your majesty this kind of persona?! It feels much more cheerful than before, like falling in love with a particularly lively child and being subtly changed...

The general manager wanted to cry without tears. This was simply the biggest stain in his career. In the end, he finally gave up verbal expression and projected his personal terminal screen in the air. That was the screenshot from the live broadcast of Killing Show.

The monarch and Licia looked at the photo and fell into a long silence.

There is no one on this screenshot.

Gun smoke, ruins, wires with blue light and sparks. If Lisia remembers correctly, "that one" came out two or three seconds after this scene.

The manager danced with his hands and gestured excitedly at the screen: "Hiccup... Hiccup... Hiccup!!"

"..." Look at the Lord Jane's order, "Translation."

The manager also looked at Lisia with expectation.

Lisia wanted to cry, and she didn’t understand it herself! But now there’s nothing she can do, she can only bite the bullet. She guessed what the manager meant, and tentatively said: "The winner of this killing show, just In this photo, he destroyed the ruins."

The manager nodded eagerly.

You must tell your Majesty before arriving at the arena that the winner this time is the one he has liked for decades...

Monarch: "Yeah."

The manager started to wink at Lisia frantically. She had to figure out the manager's intention again, and then said:

"Oh, yes, this time the winner is from the Muse Empire."

The monarch's eyes stopped.

The manager was even more moved and nodded.

...Not only that," Licia breathed a sigh of relief with the affirmation of the manager, and at the same time said more and more vigorously,"

People who don't want to meet!"

monarch:"?

Manager "...??"

Lisia thinks that her ability to adapt to changes is too strong. As the saying goes, the king does not see the king. The two monarchs clash on this occasion.

One that no one can think of-let alone anything else, Star.net has been bombing for several rounds. Almost all the media in the universe are squatting around the arena.

This universe is the posture of wind and rain.

Besides, isn’t the legend that the person your Majesty has a crush on lies in the muse? Lisia thought about it and said:

"Moreover, he might hinder your marriage!" After all, no king would agree with his people and neighboring monarchs with unknown relationships.

Lord marry?

Manager: "?????\"

monarch:"……"

The brain circuits of the three people present again had obvious differences, and the three people chatted out three channels.

I am really a very resilient maid, Licia thought one by one.

This is all over-thought of the director who has served the royal family conscientiously for decades.

Very destructive, the muse will hinder his marriage. Speaking of meeting these three conditions, many faces suddenly appeared in my mind, such as a certain dragon, a certain blood, a certain mermaid, etc. A utopian authority thought.

...It's really tricky.

The monarch gathers his eyes.

"Hiccup, hiccup!!" The manager knew that something was wrong, and the misunderstanding was big, he wanted to explain but still couldn't make a sound. At this moment, the starship arrived at its destination!

Outside is the arena of the uncrowned match, fluttering red silk flags, mountains and seas of spectators, and countless media.

And... ah ah ah!!!

Five minutes before the start of the uncrowned race, the starship finally reached its destination.

The silver-gray hatch opened upwards, and the hot and noisy sound like boiling water, entrained in the wind of gunpowder and gunpowder, poured in in an instant.

Licia and the manager couldn't talk any more, and leaned respectfully, as did everyone inside and outside the hatch.

The monarch walked into the arena and walked under the broadcast of countless cameras. The curve of his jaw and lips appeared indifferent and extremely cold.

The dark red carpet was surrounded by reporters from all over the universe, and the two rows were separated by soldiers wearing explosion-proof suits.

The reporters had just been pushing the officers fiercely, vying to become the first media to interview His Majesty, but now they are suddenly like a duck stuck in their necks, and they can't speak.

.....[His Majesty. "I don't know who said this dryly.

The clock on the top lit up the countdown, and it was three and a half minutes before the start of the uncrowned game. The virtual arena has been built from the sand table, but the two protagonists have not yet arrived on the scene.

No reporter dared to come forward for an interview. Finally, just when the monarch was about to reach the end of the long carpet, the star media of Huan Universe News could not help it-God knows that their reporter received the news an hour ago and spent hundreds of thousands. Xingbi rented equipment and bought direct tickets to the levitator and rushed to the scene as soon as possible. How could this opportunity slip away for nothing!

When they moved, other media couldn't help but become restless.

The audience in the stands also stared at the broadcast.

\"Your Majesty!" The reporters scrambled to raise the microphone over the soldier’s shoulders and asked questions, "Your thoughts on this killing show

Are you satisfied with the results? Is the final result of this killing show controversial?"

"Does the result of the uncrowned match have a political color? Will it affect the future relationship between the Muse and the Utopia? Your Majesty——\"

\"Your Majesty, what do you think of the winner of the uncrowned match?"

It can only be said that the reporter is worthy of being a reporter, and the questions raised are very sharp, and they hit the key points directly. Driven by them, the atmosphere in the entire venue became warm.

The monarch is the most emotional person inside. He has a feeling of drifting away from everything and lacking in interest, as if he is distracted.

Just when the reporters were disappointed that they would not get an answer, until the last second before entering the field, the monarch suddenly stopped and looked at a camera that was about to stick to his face.

It was a reporter from the Universe News. They projected the terminal screen in mid-air. The intention was to play the scene of the killing show finals not long ago, when \'Water Spirit' appeared in the extreme ten seconds to save the scene (God knows this short video was uploaded to the star Net, has broken one billion views in half an hour), who knows-accidentally put it into another video.

It was taken by a traveler in the Muse Empire with fear and fear. The dragon roared and flew over the sky, covering the sky.

It was this video that made the monarch stop:

"This time the winner?"

"Ah?...The reporter who was asked hasn't realized what happened. Soon, the joyful shock of his majesty's active answer overwhelmed everything. He didn't notice that his video was put in the wrong place. Say, "Yes! Yes! Your Majesty, what do you think of the winner this time, do you look forward to the uncrowned match?"

This question has also been raised in the past, and out of respect for the game and the opponent, the usual answer is always'um'.

But this time, the monarch did not immediately answer.

Freedom is the criterion of the killing show. It’s not uncommon for people who are weird to win the killing show for so many years, but...in the days when you can’t see your lover, you have to be with one of those arrogant parents. The confrontation in the championship game really makes people feel a little tired.

His relationship with the giant dragon Leiqi, or the entire dragon clan, is reluctant to describe it as ‘normal’. Of course, he didn't mean to target the dragon clan, but they put the same person on the cusp of their hearts, and trust is very difficult for both parties.

Moreover, Lei Qi in the video said cruelly: "Utopias are a group of simple-minded barbarians with well-developed limbs advocating violence! Barbarians! Cubs will never like it!!"

.... No one wants to take him away. "The dragons' sharp claws clasped the ground, and roared anxiously for some reason.

monarch:"……"

\'Snatch away'?

He rubbed the ring on the knuckle with his thumb.

After a pause for about two seconds, the monarch suddenly looked at the lens closest to him.

The flag was hoisted by the wind.

...He said lightly.

The extremely low, cold-tuned voice passed through the radio, whirled slightly in the electric current, and quickly disappeared into the wind.

"what……?"

And the reporter holding the microphone was stunned.

The slight silence grows and spreads quickly like tentacles, and eventually covers the entire arena, like a net that makes people unable to breathe.

The brain processes the information slowly, and after several seconds, it is determined that their always-emotional and unwavering power-holders did say this.

——‘I will not show mercy’.

It is extremely rude, and can even be understood as a provocative sentence.

... And this time the uncrowned match, the opponent is the young King Muse. The princes of the two countries confronted each other for the first time through this wonderful method. Even if it is out of diplomatic considerations, they should leave some leeway or cancel the confrontation simply and honorably.

But the monarch did not.

Not only did it not, but for the first time in history, such a rattling sentence was said.

Star network exploded almost instantly, and countless speculations about the relationship between the two countries rolled upwards, and the only thing that convinced all Utopian people was...

The muse and the utopian monarch are extremely at odds.

[? Cao, this is the etiquette that can't be maintained even on the face of the face, will you just start the fight later??]

[Calm down, everyone, the two countries have a tacit agreement to prohibit hot wars]

[Private grievances, it will not rise to the national level, don’t worry, please calmly eat melons]

[...Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

What will happen in the next uncrowned match?

Because there is a default hot war prohibition convention, and everything that happened in the killing show is not related to reality, everyone will not worry too much while being nervous.

At this moment, all Utopian people suddenly felt an unspeakable mood. They were worried and nervous.

And it is the gossip of a national drama. The barrage of live channels and the number of viewers skyrocketed again in an instant.

And soon, the countdown for the scarlet font display at the top was reduced a little, and the sand table simulation stadium was about to be completed.

Set up exclusive channels.

And just under the eyes of everyone, the countdown completely ended. The lights went out, and the host took the microphone: "Welcome to—"

Set back the time slightly, five minutes before the start of the uncrowned game, the preparation passage from the rest area to the competition area.

Wen Xingze was still wondering how to run.

After all, from his inexplicable airborne competition, he won the game inexplicably, and he was about to fight with Chi Yan inexplicably under the spectator of the whole universe. This whole fact is too weird, weird, and embarrassing.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in the uncrowned game, I want to abstain," Wen Xingze told the host in this way. He seldom talks such a long string of words to others, and all of them are tired. "And this killing show I shouldn’t be the champion of NBA. I know that there is no precedent for abstaining in the uncrowned tournament, and it has nothing to do with bonuses, but I will not change my mind...

The host hesitated for a moment, and entangled: "But the bonus for this killing show is the SpongeBob SquarePants co-branded and the same Cangxing Stone currency. The universe is limited to one copy. If you do not finish the race, you will be deemed to have given up the reward and sold directly— —"

Before he could say anything, Wen Xingze stepped into the competition channel with a snap, and it was soon.