Chapter 209 The First Traveler (5)

Ron, who was originally in a relaxed mood, gradually lost his smile and his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

Right in front of him was a piece of yellow paper that, when unfolded, could be used as a quilt.

On the paper, there are several bold, thick characters:

"Damn it, what am I going to do?"

Written in Chinese characters!

Just like when he first saw Archibald's notes, that row of Chinese characters brought an extremely exaggerated shock to Ron. The entire spacious study was extremely quiet, with only Ron's heavy breathing and intense heartbeat constantly echoing in his ears.

Chinese character?

Why did Chinese characters appear in the study of the last Twilight King? Could it be that this so-called last Twilight King was actually a time traveler like Archibald? Ron had grown a lot compared to his past self. He quickly adjusted his mood and calmed himself down. He even closed his eyes slightly to let his heartbeat return to normal.

After a few seconds, Ron opened his eyes again and continued to stare at the words in front of him with a frown.

If this last Twilight King was really a time traveler, then he should be the first time traveler in Twilight Continent? He entered this world even before Archibald.

I wonder if Archibald, who is known as the blasphemer, knows that there was another predecessor who entered this world before him.

His fingers stroked the words on the rough yellow paper. The font was crooked and the strokes were hideous. Just from this, it could be seen that when the last Twilight King left these words, his mood must have been very confused, even angry.

After staring at it for a long time, Ron crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside, then reached for another ball of paper.

Open them one by one.

The contents written on the paper balls were similar, as if the Last Twilight King had written them purely to vent his anger. Some papers did not even have any words on them, just pure chaotic lines.

The most exaggerated picture was one that was drawn with ink, with twisted circles intertwined one after another, like a whirlpool, revealing a desperate madness.

After checking these things, Ron gained nothing except knowing that the last Twilight King was in a bad mood. He reached out to a notebook next to him.

It's a stack of notebooks.

The notebook is huge.

Each notebook is like a bed. Even for Ron, it would take some effort to pick up these notebooks.

There were nine notebooks in total, all with numbers marked in Arabic numerals on the covers. Ron easily found notebook number one and opened the first page with difficulty.

"I came, I saw, I conquered - the 366th Dusk King Fitzgerald!"

"Anyway, let's put on a text first, so it seems to be more impressive."

Ron smiled bitterly as he looked at the words in the notebook. Although he didn't know who this first-generation time traveler was, when you stole the famous saying of Caesar, your prestige was gone... Maybe, to the ears of people in this world, it sounds grand and majestic, but for time travelers like me, I just want to say one thing: don't be biased!

"Actually, I didn't want to write a diary. After all, who would write a diary? It's a dark history. You never know when you'll end up holding a diary and wriggling in bed like a maggot."

"But I still have to write it. Otherwise, I'm afraid it won't be long before I forget all the knowledge that bald Chinese teacher taught me... I can hardly remember what I and my parents look like. I don't want to forget these words either."

"In short, I'm a time traveler. It's a clichéd story. I stayed up all night in an internet cafe and was staggering home early in the morning when a car that ran a red light suddenly came out and hit me. Well, I'm actually not sure who ran the red light, me or the car. If it was me, then I'm sorry for causing trouble for the driver."

"Anyway, after the car accident, I was transported to another world."

"Who can imagine how I felt when I was only eight years old and looked at my three-meter-tall body? What the hell, eight years old?"

"I went through a long period of panic and confusion, and gradually sorted out the clues. I traveled back to a game I once played. To be precise, it was more than 8,000 years ago in the game time. I was very lucky. The guy who possessed me was the prince of the Twilight Dynasty, and he was the only prince of this generation. In the near future, I will become the Twilight King."

"This is a really good identity. Although there are no games to play, it is really great to be able to travel through time and space and become a prince. I dream of living this kind of life, with a group of lackeys, taking steps without recognizing relatives, bullying men and women on the streets..."

"But before I could live the life of a rich second-generation dandy, I soon discovered a terrible problem. I am a member of the royal family of the Twilight Dynasty... I look not much different from a normal human. I have arms and legs, a nose and eyes, except that I am a little bit bigger..."

"If that's all, I can still live my life bullying men and women. I'll just grow up a little bit..."

"But the common people of the Twilight Dynasty are obviously different from the royal family. Although the common people also have tall bodies, arms and legs, their bodies are covered with long manes... God, do you know how I feel when I see those hairy women on the street? I want beautiful women, beautiful women, not female King Kong."

Ron had a strange look on his face, and he expressed deep regret that the great ideals of the first generation of time travelers had collapsed halfway.

The women of the Dusk Clan escaped the fate of being torn to pieces because of their abundant hair.

"But it doesn't matter. There are other races in this world, such as humans, elves, and beast-eared girls... As long as they are pretty, I like them all. I am not picky. Except for the Dusk Clan, all other races are slaves. Finding a few pretty slaves is nothing for the Dusk Prince."

Ron felt that the preferences of this first-generation time traveler were very similar to his own. He had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with him. After all, he also had the same philanthropic spirit.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"A 1.67-meter-tall human woman, an even slimmer elf beauty, a sexy orc girl... I admit, they are really beautiful. I can feel the urge in my body, but I can't do anything. It's like you looking at the figurines on the shelf. They are very exquisite and beautiful, but you can only look at them, not use them."

"I looked around and found that the only women who met my aesthetic standards were my elder sister, my younger sister, and... my mother, my aunt... Oh, God, what kind of hell is this?"

Ron was originally in a very solemn mood, but when he saw this, he really couldn't help but laughed heartily.

The experience of this first-generation time traveler can hardly be described as bad.

The civilian women of the Dusk Tribe were too hairy to be touched, and the beautiful elves and humans were too small to be touched. The only ones who met my aesthetic standards and were of the right height were either my sisters or my elders...

This is no longer something that hell can describe.

"Okay, okay, I give up."

"The skills I learned on Earth are still there. I can get through this if I persevere."

"I swear that I will never marry in my lifetime. This terrible Twilight Dynasty should be exterminated. Although in this way, I might become the last Twilight King, a king of a fallen country, which is a really bad title."

"Wait a minute, the last Twilight King? Could it be that I am the last and most foolish monarch of the Twilight Dynasty as recorded in the Twilight Temple? Will I be destroyed by all the races and gods working together?"

"What a joke! Even though I hate this awful world, it doesn't mean I want to die."

“Although it’s terrible to make a living by relying on my craft, as long as I’m alive there is hope. After all, this is a world where gods and magic exist. Maybe there is some kind of magic that can make my body smaller. Then I can… hehehe…”

"It should be several decades before I inherit the throne. As the only male in the royal family, my position is unshakable. There is no need to worry about anything. In short, I should make some plans first to see if I can avoid the fate of being destroyed. For the sake of happiness, come on, Zhou Yang, you can do it!"

Chapter 5 is here.

(End of this chapter)