[any: Our Majesty eats everything and never suffers a loss. That guy named Xu Bai is really uneducated. I'm so annoyed by him.]
【Gululu: Awesome!!!】
[Fireworks in Love: Who took a screenshot of His Majesty's filter halo just now? I was so stunned I forgot to take a screenshot. Please kindly send me a copy so I can drool over it. Thank you.]
[Liehuo: Letting him go like this is too easy for him. We should have the Royal Guards put him in a sack and beat him up, then transport the sack via interstellar flight to the abandoned Saturn mines.]
Wen Xingze handled the matter quickly, barely giving Xu Baijing any glances. However, Xu Baijing's presence still irritated many parents.
Who is that person? They are both in their twenties, so why is their son so cute, excellent and kind, while that Xu Bai is so annoying?
So far, the first main mission has been completely completed. The familiar system sound rang out:
"Congratulations, parents! The current main mission has been successfully completed! You've received 1 skill point and 1 lottery ticket. Since both indicators for this mission have been exceeded, you'll be awarded an additional lottery ticket."
The original requirements for this task were to reach a popularity value of 1,000 and gain the favor of two industry seniors.
Now Wen Xingze's popularity value has reached more than 1,300 and is still rising. He has also won the favor of three seniors in the industry - Jiang Ye, Zheng Xiao and Inoshita Ryunosuke.
There are rewards for completing extra tasks. It seems that this system still has some merits, parents think.
…
Manly Hotel.
The presidential suite, costing $150,000 a night, occupied the entire top floor of the hotel, boasting a duplex living room, a private garden, an entertainment room, a gym, and a bar. Because it was summer, the fireplace was not lit.
The overall decoration style is simple and elegant, with a Japanese style. It does not have the exaggerated and luxurious crystal chandeliers that Wen Xingze imagined, but every detail reveals luxury and sophistication.
There is even a kitchen. Do people who live in the presidential suite cook for themselves and experience life?
When Wen Xingze raised his doubts, the head waiter replied, "Although our chef is also a Michelin three-star chef, many guests still choose to bring their own private chef."
Those born into these top wealthy families have precious stomachs and cannot be accustomed to food not cooked by their own chefs, so presidential suites of this level will be equipped with kitchens.
Is this the happiness of rich people?
Wen Xingze said, "Well, I'm used to eating Michelin three-star restaurants."
The foreman said: "Mr. Wen, you are joking. Your chef has arrived at the kitchen an hour in advance to prepare. The air-flown ingredients are also ready. You can choose to eat at any time."
He was a skilled craftsman. Every chef at Manli would respectfully call him "senior" when they saw him.
Wen Xingze: “???” When did his family hire a chef?
Twenty minutes later.
The open-air hot spring pool overlooks the entire capital, with the financial building opposite towering into the sky.
The circular projection theater was showing Wen Xingze's favorite SpongeBob SquarePants movie, and the 3D surround sound gave SpongeBob SquarePants a blockbuster feel.
Wen Xingze was soaking in the open-air hot spring, feeling drowsy. The bath salts were his favorite lemon sea salt flavor.
He refused to think about how all this came about or how much it would cost. It was said that a masseur would be provided when taking a hot spring bath here, but Wen Xingze politely declined.
A moment later, the foreman's phone called in: "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Wen. Your tailor has arrived. I'll arrange for him to come in after you finish your bath."
Wen Xingze felt that he was no longer surprised: "Tailor?"
"Yes." Then the foreman explained that just like having private chefs, these wealthy families generally seldom wear luxury brands that are sought after on the market. They all have dedicated designers in Munich or Milan and have tailors take measurements every quarter.
"Staff from the twenty-three brands that Manli has established are already waiting outside your door, carrying all the latest season's new styles. Please make do with them for now."
Wen Xingze gave up thinking: "...Oh, okay, good."
After soaking in the hot spring, Wen Xingze took a quick shower and put on a bathrobe before walking out. Sure enough, he saw twenty-three salesgirls in their respective uniforms lined up in the living room, each with a row of hangers on their side to prevent wrinkles on their clothes.
There are a lot of zeros after the price tags.
Wen Xingze picked the set with the least amount of change, thinking they would take the rest home. Unexpectedly, the salesgirls skillfully packed up the rest, leaving the bags and gift boxes behind before leaving.
Wen Xingze: “…”Don’t do this!
"Excuse me." Next, the tailor came up and measured his shoulder width and leg length, asked some questions about his preferences, and then the tailor left.
"Would you like to eat now?" asked the head waiter.
"Wait a minute," Wen Xingze saw a big gift box in the living room with 'to zai zai' written on it, "Is that for me?"
"Yes, the parents have prepared many gifts for you. They are hidden in various corners of the room waiting for you to discover."
The gift box was easy to open, revealing numerous model parts. A concept art diagram nearby indicated that these parts could be used to construct a scaled-down cloud palace.
The concept art looked more and more familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. A movie? Anime?
Wen Xingze tried his hand at it, and it only took him half a minute from the beginning to the end: "I'm going to spend a whole year on this."
"We've got it ready for you," the foreman said.
The next second, the door of the presidential suite opened, and Manli's CEO walked in with a dozen executives in suits and nodded to Wen Xingze.
After the CEO projected the model onto the wall and held a short meeting, the executives rolled up their sleeves and started working without saying a word, only occasionally communicating in low voices.
Half an hour later, the door opened again and executives filed out.
The assembled model of the palace was left in place.
Wen Xingze: “…”
Wen Xingze really wanted to say that this was not necessary, but he really didn't know where to start.
The model was truly enormous, standing at a mere five feet tall, and the details were exquisitely crafted. Wen Xingze had to step back to get a clearer view of the entire "palace."
The overall style is very similar to an ancient Greek temple, with a very high dome and a silver-white base, as if it is located on a snow-capped mountain.
When it was opened, it was filled with gold, agate, pearls... countless gold and silver jewels.
Next to the palace, a giant dragon was sleeping with its wings folded.
It seemed to be guarding the palace, yet its posture was that of a pilgrim. The dragon prostrated itself beneath the throne, bathed in the sunlight.
Wen Xingze reached out and touched the tip of the dragon's nose.
At this moment, he was the only one left in the empty room. He closed his eyes and heard the sound of the waiter pushing the food cart past, the chirping of cicadas and the hustle and bustle of traffic, all the unique sounds of a city in midsummer faded away.
The sound of a noisy, rushing wind in the desolate snow seemed to ring in my ears.
That was around the time I started playing Desolation.
That winter, Wen Xingze and the dragon clan were nearly in despair. The giant dragons huddled in the caves, protecting their only king under their wings.
Unable to find food in the winter, they could only rely on the little remaining food to survive this longest and harshest winter in history.
On the first day of spring, Wen Xingze woke up in the morning and saw that the seeds they had planted before winter had broken through the thousand-year-old frozen soil and were taking root and sprouting.
It's like a miracle.
That was the only ray of life on this dying planet. From seeds to farmland and tribes, and gradually, alien merchants began to come and trade, and Wen Xingze accompanied this planet through its resurrection.
Before leaving, he asked the dragons what building they most wanted in this land.
The dragons answered without hesitation: "The palace."
——"On Dragon Star, your majesty's palace must be very tall, high above the sky, so that no cloud can cover it, and so high that it can be seen at a glance from the capital star."
So the palace was built.
The dragons loved money like their lives, and at this moment, they spared no expense. With golden walls, jade bricks, and glazed tiles, they built a very tall palace on the top of the Kanka Mountains, the sacred mountain of the dragons.
The day it was completed was also the day Wen Xingze was about to leave.
This was a palace built for him, but he only stayed there for one night. He was reluctant to go into the bedroom, so he slept next to the floor-to-ceiling window with the window open.
Thousands of giant dragons lay crowded and huddled outside the palace. They were so large that they covered the entire Kanka Mountain. Even in their sleep, the dragons still had the habit of slightly raising one wing, the same posture they had used to protect Wen Xingze in the cave.
The next day, when Wen Xingze left on a starship, there was no dragon to see him off; they were not good at parting. That night, Wen Xingze received a delivery, which was a strangely shaped bracelet.
The bracelet is made up of small discs of different colors. It has a luster like shellfish, but is uneven and has patterns.
Like the scales at the heart of a dragon.
The palace was really high, but it couldn't be seen through the atmosphere, let alone the capital planet? But in the countless days and nights that followed, when Wen Xingze looked up at the Dragon Star from the capital planet, it seemed as if he could really see it.
The dragon soared beside the throne, basking in the light of heaven, waiting for its master's return.
Through the clouds, through the sky.
Across immeasurable distances and eternal winds.
…
Memories come back.
Wen Xingze let out a breath.
It turns out they are all real.
The indoor circular projection was turned on at some point, and the background was the familiar snow-capped mountains with the wind blowing.
Several older faces rushed to the camera, like elders learning to use their phones to talk to their children for the first time, their voices excited and passionate:
"Your Majesty! Do you remember me? I'm Aster, the one who carried you before—" The golden dragon wanted to turn around to show the scales on his back, but was pushed away by the silver dragon Will.
Silver Dragon was a slow person. It was obvious that he had been thinking about his speech for a long time, but he still stuttered a little:
"I'm Will. How are you over there? I miss you... No, I really want you to be happy. I designed this plane. I... I..."
"Will, you're wasting so much time!" a dragon yelled from behind, "Didn't we agree on ten seconds per dragon? Everyone's still queuing!"
After Silver Dragon Will comes Emerald.
Feicui was a rare female dragon. She stared blankly at the camera for three seconds, then suddenly turned away. Wen Xingze saw her lift her wings to wipe the corners of her eyes.
"Emerald, why are you being so effeminate? We're clearly having a good time." Another dragon in the queue behind sniffed, forgetting that Emerald was a female dragon. He deliberately said loudly, "Your Majesty, don't worry about it. We're all fine."
Wen Xingze: “…” He was lying, he was obviously about to cry.
"I want to say something."
After Wen Xingze said this, the camera suddenly became quiet.
The dragons all have big eyes. Wen Xingze looked at the pairs of round, nervous eyes and suddenly wanted to laugh, but luckily he held it back.
He looked at the dragons.
Fresh and real.
It doesn't look like virtual modeling at all, let alone an AI system.
Therefore, he was not the only one who devoted himself to it, and the days and nights he experienced were not just his wishful thinking.
There could be nothing more exciting than this.
"I'm sorry I didn't visit you guys on Dragon Star more often. And thank you... it's all true," Wen Xingze said. "I'm done. Now you can start crying."
After three seconds of silence.
The cries, loud enough to be recorded in history, resounded throughout the Kanka Mountains.
The dragons: "... WOOO ...
At the same time.
On the top floor of a high-end residential area not far from Manli.
Chi Yan rolled up his sleeves, his slender fingers holding the tablet, the shadow cast by the bookshelf lingering on his eyebrows.
He had a high nose bridge and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The fluorescent blue light from the screen reflected on the lenses, adding a touch of indifference and coldness.
The deafening cries of the dragons came from the Bluetooth speaker.
He was crying and hiccuping, and snot would come out of his nose from time to time.
Chi Yan: “…”
He put down the tablet and picked up the phone beside him.
The dialog box is still blank and stays at the message sent by the system when the friend is successfully added:
"I've been verified as your friend, now we can start chatting."
The man's brows knitted together in an almost imperceptible frown.
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