Standing on the bustling streets of H City, he began to zone out.
Did I actually travel back from that world? Or was it just a bizarre dream?
"Solomon: Song of Iron and Fire," this globally popular fantasy RPG holographic online e-sports game, still has its massive billboard on the facade of the complex across the street.
And he used to be a professional e-sports player for this game. He traveled to a world identical to the game's Otherworld, struggled from Lv.0 to Demigod Level, and has finally returned to Earth.
Aske glanced at the glass curtain wall beside him, where his face was reflected.
It wasn't the face that was originally slightly overweight and swollen from staying in front of the computer for too long and having sub-optimal health but rather a mixed-race look blended from the Otherworld Sirius species after the journey.
Of course, it also resembles himself quite a bit, considered the handsome version of himself.
"This is bad, I wonder if Mom will still recognize me."
Aske combed his hair fringe, carefully staring at his face, while a few passing girls were also staring at him.
"Um..." A girl holding milk tea mustered up the courage to come over and ask, "Are you a foreigner? Foreigner?"
"No," Aske replied in surprise.
"Then are you from a minority?" The girl continued to ask, while the girls behind her whispered, faintly able to hear the comment "So handsome."
Aske chuckled, waved his hand without answering, and turned away elegantly.
The girl wanted to catch up to him, but Aske just turned the corner of the street, and his figure seemed to disappear, leaving her unable to find him.
War Law. Ambush.
Sure enough, even in the current Earth, he is still in the Demigod Realm, and corresponding Law Skills can be used.
However, the environment is almost equivalent to the Magic Tide ceiling of Lv.0, with no way to replenish Spirituality consumption.
After confirming this, Aske dismissed the Law Skills and then found the nearest subway station based on memory.
Let's go home first.
After all, having been missing for more than four years, it's better to go home and reassure Mom first, and deal with the club's matters later.
At the subway gate, Aske felt his pants pocket and indeed found his phone.
The clothes, pants, shoes, and other things he carried with him are the same as before the journey.
Including the contact list in the phone, which is intact.
Incidentally, upon returning here, Aske also remembered his Earth name... But to avoid confusion, we'll continue to refer to him as "Aske."
Pulled up the subway ride code and scanned it, Aske walked into the subway station, sliding his phone to see how many messages and calls he received during the four years he was missing.
Unsurprisingly, both missed calls and texts on the desktop icon had already exceeded 99+. Opening them, among them were messages from his mother, the club's boss and team members, and many unknown numbers, probably marketing advertisements that unfortunately were reached in another dimension.
Hmm?
Aske suddenly noticed the time.
Some long-sealed memories emerged from his awakened mind.
Whether from his memory or the content of the messages, the day he went missing and traveled...
Was not four years ago.
But four days ago.
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Planet Helel, Sixth Epoch, Year 246.
Northern Realm, Karma Empire's capital.
The old royal palace was engulfed in flames, and the royal family's corpses wrapped in exquisite brocade robes were repeatedly thrown into the fire by the Northern Horn mercenaries of the Otwell Mercenary Group.
Leaders and Nobles from Denmark, Sweden, and Norway—members of the State Affairs Committee—were collectively observing in silence as the ancient royal family's corpses were devoured by the fire.
The old Northern Realm's forces had collapsed, and a new regime was being reborn on its corpse, stronger, colder... and terrifying.
"Gentlemen, the coronation ceremony is scheduled for three days from now at Roskilde Cathedral," said Carl Knutson, the regent representative of the State Affairs Committee, respectfully to the two Squad Leaders of the Otwell Mercenary Group.
Both Squad Leaders were of Demigod Rank. One was a descendant of the White-haired Ancient Vikings, titled "The End of Ice," who had single-handedly defeated and subdued the original royal family's Demigods, boasting overwhelming combat power.
The other was an Enchanting Demon Demigod from Purgatory, with long crimson flame hair, titled "Bloody Rose."
If "The End of Ice" used force to compel the Northern Realm's Nobles to submit, then "Bloody Rose's" conspiracy and scheming were the perpetual fear and nightmare for the surrendering Nobles.
To date, upwards of thirty political intrigues and rebellion plots have been discovered by "Bloody Rose" at the conspiracy stage, followed by "The End of Ice's" merciless suppression and slaughter.
As such, the current Northern Realm Nobles didn't even dare meet guests privately, even discussing political affairs required selecting public locations with servants and stewards present to avoid misunderstandings with "Bloody Rose."
Nevertheless, fear aside, the total annihilation of the original royal family meant that the ancient Norman Otwell Family finally ascended to the pinnacle of power in the Northern Realm.
"The End of Ice" was destined to be crowned as the new Supreme King of the Northern Realm, along with certain Nobles from the State Affairs Committee who had long supported the Otwell family's revolt, who would also reap lucrative rewards from this political reshuffle.
Following this, intense discussion and disputes about "The End of Ice's" official name when ascending the throne erupted among the Northern Realm Nobles, likely to be the main topic for the next three days.
After all, "Sigrdrifa," such a short name without a last name, was too brief.
"What are they arguing about?" Sigrdrifa asked irritably.
"They're contemplating giving you a longer name." Medea said with a smile.
She touched her noticeably curving belly. Through psychological suggestion, no one from the Northern Realm Nobles knew that the notorious "Bloody Rose" was actually a seven-month pregnant woman.
"Why a longer name? I think 'White Emperor' as a nickname is pretty good." said Sigrdrifa.
"That's a nickname, not a name." Medea responded, "The longer the name, the more it suggests your family's long history, or the more traits you have as a monarch."
"Do I need a name to prove myself?" Sigrdrifa exuded a murderous aura.
"Slaughter is for those who know you." Medea said leisurely, "And a long name is for those who don't know you."
Possibly intimidated by Sigrdrifa's killing intent, Medea suddenly changed her expression, then gently patted her belly, humming:
"Baby be good~ Baby don't fuss, Mom is discussing things with your godmother, be good~"
"Once I'm crowned Emperor, I'll make your daughter a Princess." Sigrdrifa immediately reined in the killing intent, softening her gaze.
Medea smiled slightly, without correcting the mistake that she would be crowned King and not Emperor.
Gazing at the burning flames in the ruins of the palace, she suddenly said softly:
"If you want to be called 'White Emperor,' then I... shall be called 'Red Witch,' how about that?"
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