Volume 1 Chapter 493 Those Who Survived
Divine Grace Calendar, 1000 years.
In the magnificent palace.
A young man in a noble yellow robe leaned against the railing and looked down at the endless stream of black spots on the ground.
Even though his eyes and brows are as bright as stars, one can still feel the vicissitudes of time from his face.
"Why--"
He let out a long sigh.
Behind him, a child in luxurious clothes asked softly, "Grandpa, why do I always see you sighing? I heard my father often mention that you have lived for a thousand years and always like to sigh from a high place."
The man frowned, picked up the child, let him look down from the height, and asked softly: "It's so high? Are you scared?"
The child buried his face in the man's arms and trembled, "I'm...scared!"
The man sneered, "When I was as young as you, I was also afraid of standing on high places. At that time, there was a bad guy who always liked to punish me. On the dragon's body, he swung me around like a windmill. After standing on high places more often, I am no longer afraid of heights."
"Really?"
The child poked his head out slightly, then pulled it back again.
The man's eyes were deep.
He ignored the child, as if his thoughts were already stuck in the past.
"When I was your age, I had a funny name - Dasha. Haha, at that time, Ersha and I would fight to the death for the name 'Dasha'."
"At that time, I had a violent temper and would burn someone on the cross at any time. That bad guy with white hair but terrifyingly young became my grandfather. He scared me, told me the most terrible punishment in the world, and made me carry a knife to the battlefield when I was only four years old... Fear made me what I am today."
As he spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes.
The child stared blankly at his great-grandfather crying.
This man was a member of the royal family who had survived the apocalypse. His legend was everywhere in the world. He ruled the world and made people of all races abandon their prejudices and live together.
With his intimidation, races all over the world never dared to go to war.
The ministers of the empire feared him like a tiger.
A man who ruled the greatest empire the world had ever seen, wept.
"I dare not forget the past. Grandpa scared me and scolded me, Sister Penny beat me and bullied me, Uncle Morton protected me and helped me, Uncle Paul insulted me and mocked me, and Brother Borg taught me and helped me."
"It was their wish to establish an empire. They hoped that the world would merge and all races would abandon their prejudices. That is why we have the Great Empire of God's Grace today. It is also the greatest empire the world has ever seen."
"But what I want most is to be with my old friends like a child."
"I still want to have fun with you, Ersha."
"..."
After talking for an unknown amount of time, Dasha wiped his tears and smiled majestically, "Really? Ersha said that as an emperor, one must be strong and not shed tears. I really disappointed him."
Then, he glared at the stunned child and threatened him in a loud voice: "You little brat, I was blinded by the wind. If you dare to tell anyone what I said today, I will throw you off this hundred-meter-high building. Do you understand?!"
"Yes...Yes! Grandpa Royal Grandfather!"
Seeing the child's frightened eyes, Dasha smiled with relief.
He secretly thought that he must threaten this little brat more in the future, just like his thousands of descendants, he must threaten them from a young age to avoid causing too much trouble for himself.
“It’s a perfect way to educate.”
Dasha grinned, looked into the distance, and sighed, "Where on earth have you been..."
......
The former site of the Land of Grace.
This is the most sacred place in the present Shen'en world. It is shrouded in a barrier all year round and is rarely accessible to mortals.
inside.
There is a magnificent hotel with white mist rising from the chimney.
The hotel was deserted.
There was only a pink piglet walking around with its red buttocks twisted.
Soon, an uncle opened the curtain of the back door and brought a tray with golden delicacies on it. The color, aroma and taste were so delicious that it made people's mouths water.
The uncle walked into the hotel respectfully with a smile on his face.
"Sir, Lord Marcus, Paul, Penny, Borg, don't worry, the food is ready!"
He shouted, placed the food on a round table, and arranged it with a silly smile.
The pink little pig suddenly opened its eyes wide, climbed onto a chair, stood up, and put its two little hooves on the table, looking at the food with greed.
The uncle glared at her and scolded her, "Mr. Peppa! The gentleman hasn't even taken his seat yet, you can't eat secretly!"
Paige rolled her eyes, looked around the empty hotel, and complained: "Morton, why do you have to wait for the owner to take a seat every time? You have been doing this for a thousand years, can you change it???"
When Uncle Morton heard this, his eyes froze for a moment, then gradually turned red, and he sat on a chair in a daze.
On that day, he was still in the land of God's grace.
A move that froze time made him unaware of what was happening.
When he regained consciousness, he saw only devastation. Those who entered the refuge space also looked at the collapsing world in confusion.
He looked desperately but couldn't find anyone familiar.
Only Lady Peppa was as confused as he was.
I don't know how long I searched in every corner of the world, but still couldn't find any clues. The magic of the world revived, and soon the grass grew lush and the order of the world resumed.
Perhaps the world has always been in a vicious cycle of destruction and reconstruction.
However, he and Paige still didn't find any familiar people or things.
Only the former site of the Land of Grace remains.
Somehow, he has become the most powerful magician in the world.
Perhaps, it has reached a taboo level.
He created a barrier.
A hotel was built on the site of the old Grace Land, a hotel that only he and Page would visit, or occasionally some powerful guests.
"Master Paige, maybe the gentleman and my friends will come back suddenly?"
Uncle Morton scratched his head in a daze and said with a silly smile, "No more talking, I'm going to continue serving the dishes. The master wanted me to be a good cook before. I was so stupid at that time. What's so good about learning magic? I followed him for so many years, but I never cooked a meal for him. I'm really ashamed."
Paige lowered her head and said nothing.
Then he watched Uncle Morton busying around, and the tables were filled with delicious meals.
The chairs were already filled with the clay figures that Uncle Morton had brought up.
These clay figures were all made by Uncle Morton himself. Unfortunately, his craftsmanship was very poor, and sometimes even he couldn't recognize who these clay figures represented.
So he wrote simple names on these clay figures:
Sir, Marcus, Paul, Penny, Borg, Mistress Nyx, Mistress Hecate...
After arranging everything, Uncle Morton slowly walked to the clay figure with the word "Mr." written on it and knelt on one knee.
"Sir, you are the God of Creation. You will definitely be able to come back, right?"
Looking at the piety on Morton's face, Paige shed tears for some reason.
He quickly wiped it clean to avoid being seen by that idiot Morton.
How could it miss Little Black, Little White, and Big Water Buffalo...
"Alright! Lady Peppa, it's time to eat! Hehehe!"
Uncle Morton stood up, sat at the only seat in the restaurant, and started eating happily.
Then they cleared the dishes and respectfully carried the clay figures back.
He opened the space channel, went out, and brought back a lot of food.
Towards the afternoon, he entered the kitchen again.
Arrange the food again and move the clay figurines out.
Every day, he does the same thing.
Kneel down to Lynch in the same way.
Go back to the kitchen to cook.
Page walked out of the hotel. As the sun set, he sighed, "For a thousand years, Morton has been doing this over and over again. Haven't I been waiting for you over and over again?"