A Tale of Strategies For the Throne - 1. Chapter 1

The torrential rain poured out, and blades of lightning tore through the black clouds in the sky, and the huge rainwater like gravel fell from the sky, hitting the body, and hitting life pain.

The tall city walls were washed more and more clean by the pouring rain, and the light of lightning was refracted in the gloomy rain curtain. I don’t know how many years the majestic white wall has been standing for many years, giving people an inexplicable feeling of whiteness.

A young man knelt on one knee in front of the snow-white stone wall, with his head hanging down. The heavy rain poured down on him like it was pouring down. The short pale blonde hair was wet on his cheek, so that touch The blood that oozes from his forehead and dyes his sideburns and flows down his cheeks becomes more shocking.

He was panting violently, and the breath from his bloodless lips turned into a white mist in the cold rain. He knelt on one knee and grasped a sharp sword that pierced the ground with one hand to force himself. Don’t fall to the ground by the rain.

Even the heavy rain cannot keep up with the speed of the blood flowing on his forehead. The blood dyed his light golden hair, dyed the delicate and luxurious golden ornaments on his forehead. It swept across his cheeks and followed the water blue of his ears. The drop-shaped gemstone earrings dripped on his white clothes on his shoulders. His clothes should have been extremely gorgeous, but at the moment he was soaked in rain, wrinkled against his body, and stained with blood and mud, making him look extremely embarrassed.

The young man gasped violently for a long time, and his fingers clenched the hilt firmly on the ground, so hard that the knuckles were already pale. Then he raised his head strenuously.

The rain was so heavy that even the scenery ten meters away seemed to be covered with a curtain of water, and it was dimly unclear. He half-closed one eye because there was blood flowing in that eye and it stabbed painfully.

He saw not far away, a familiar figure came towards him from the overlapping rain curtains.

A silver snake-like lightning struck, and the silver-white armor reflected a dazzling luster in the rain. The figure walked along the edge of the lotus pond. The delicate blue lotus had been beaten by the heavy rain and fell into the water. The petals withered, shivering and hiding in the green lotus leaves, the lotus pond. The water has overflowed from the edge of the pool.

The black boots stepped on the edge of the lotus pond, and every time they fell heavily, water splashed everywhere.

The young man knelt on the ground, panting low, watching the long figure slowly coming and standing in front of him.

His vague sight could only see the sharp point of the long sword hanging down pointing to the ground with cold light.

“stand up.”

He heard the man’s low voice coming through from above, through the heavy rain.

The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then, he gritted his teeth hard.

The hand clenching the hilt of the sword desperately tried hard, so hard that his arms were shaking. He gritted his teeth and took a final breath, dragging his unwilling body to stand up swayingly.

He stood, panting heavily, clenching the hilt of the sword with his weak hands, strenuously lifting it up in front of him, posing in a confrontation pose, even if he knew that this behavior was only in vain——

That was his last stubbornness.

Even if he died, he didn’t want to be looked down upon by the man in front of him.

Countless messy footsteps came from behind, as if many people ran into this back garden, and then stopped abruptly. These people stopped in the distance, no one tried to approach, and no one made a sound. They were quietly waiting for the final result.

Because this is a battle that no one is qualified to participate in except those two.

This is a battle for the supreme throne under the witness of the gods.

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The battle ended in less than a second. There was a crisp sound, which was the sound of a sharp blade impact. A long sword with a blood-stained hilt whirled out in the rain and plunged heavily into the ground.

The young man who was shot out with the only weapon in his hand staggered backward and hit his back hard against the snow-white stone wall.

Then, the next second, at the moment before he could exhale a single breath–

The silver-white sword broke through the rain.

The cold iron pierced his chest.

The long sword nailed his whole person to the white stone wall fiercely, and the terrible remaining power made the part of the long sword exposed to his body tremble slightly and hum slightly.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and the boy opened his mouth, but he couldn’t make a sound. Among the gloomy black clouds, another huge lightning struck abruptly.

In the dazzling lightning, at the last second of his consciousness disappearing, he only had time to raise his eyes to look at the man who had penetrated his heart with a sharp sword for the last time.

In the depressive and vague rain curtain, he only saw the golden-red pupils, like the cruel eyes of beasts lurking in the dark jungle.

The sinister bird is violent, and one glance makes people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

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ended.

again.

…

Yes, again.

He was killed again!

It was a roar from the soul of a teenager who was killed again and again.

Huimos! You bastard! Wait for me!

I will definitely come back again

…

………………………………

It was not a sullen talk, it was the truth, and he was really able to go back again.

Because he has one life left.

He could do it again.

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The boundless space is shrouded in white mist, with no end in sight, or perhaps no end at all. A small piece of land is suspended in it, surrounded by a transparent film. It is like a huge crystal ball wrapped in white mist. Ups and downs in the mist. In the crystal ball, there is a gray-white continent.

Countless broken stone steles were erected on it. Although they were all extremely huge, they all collapsed to the ground, broke in half, or were erected diagonally. At first glance, they looked like ruins.

Those huge steles like obelisks are magnificent, giving people a great sense of oppression. They have obviously gone through a very long time, and the tiny cracks like spider webs are all over them, revealing a vicissitudes and ancient charm. There are countless mysterious characters on the obelisk, but many places have been weathered, making it difficult to see. Although the carved patterns are rough, they are inexplicably rough and beautiful.

Surrounded by countless ancient obelisks, is a broken altar. I don’t know what kind of stone it was made of. It is off-white, with cracks on it, three of which are particularly conspicuous.

This place was originally as if time was still, and there was no sound at all.

Suddenly, with a click, the altar that was already full of cracks cracked once again. This crack is bigger than any previous crack. From the upper left corner down diagonally, it almost makes the altar split in half, leaving only a little end that is barely connected.

“It hurts ah ah ah ah!!!”

A scream suddenly broke the dead silence here.

Just the second after the altar opened the crack, a young figure suddenly appeared on the altar out of thin air.

The young man seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was kneeling on the shattered altar at the moment, clutching his heart with his hands and wailing violently.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts really, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-

Garlan, who turned over from the altar, clutched her heart, jumping her feet with pain. The look of grinning teeth is no longer the proud posture of dying fearlessly and calmly in front of that person and everyone not long ago.

…

After all, no one else here is watching. He still pretends to be brave, majestic and unyielding.

Huimos! If you win, you win. Is it necessary to make such a cruel hand?

One sword through the heart! Nail me to the wall–

It hurts me!

After a while, the pain that remained in his heart finally dissipated, and Gallan was relieved. He exhaled a long breath and scratched his head. The slightly messy pale blonde hair scattered around the corner of his eye as his fingers flicked.

He sat down on the cracked stone steps of the altar, frowning and sighing.

It failed again.

again.

Every time, every time, he was killed by the guy Huimos. Is he really the so-called Son of Destiny?

Shouldn’t the Son of Destiny be his destiny and can easily ascend to the throne?

Why does he die in that person’s hands every time, and that person takes the throne away?

…………

Gallan felt a little tired.

Not long ago, he was just a student busy preparing for the final exam. His grades were neither good nor bad, so he still hugged himself before the exam. Then, in the middle of the night when he was busy chewing books, he was inexplicably gotten into the ruins of the altar full of obelisks.

Then, he heard a voice.

[The great chosen son, under the witness of the gods, please return to your destiny trajectory…]

The teenager who was still writing with a pen in his hand looked dumbfounded.

The voice that seemed to have only one voice but no emotion reverberated throughout the world. It stands to reason that this kind of scene, in the ruins of this magnificent altar, and the light that shines down, should give people a very sacred and solemn feeling.

It’s like accepting God’s edict, which makes people excited.

However, although the meaning of the words spoken is quite solemn and epic, the voice of the words did not express the shocking chanting effect at all. When Gallan heard that voice, he felt like a person. Reading the lines blankly, the tone didn’t even fluctuate at all.

The emotionless voice continued to read.

[You are the destiny, you are the son of destiny, you are protected and loved by the gods, when you are born, the gods of the whole heaven are whispering your name…]

Gallan: “???”

He clutched the pen wood and said with a face: “Speaking of people.”

【…………】

The voice seemed to be choked by him, and he paused for a while before speaking again. Then, instead of using that kind of religious chanting, I started to explain the cause and effect in a very indifferent tone.

Then, Gallan spent a little time figuring out the purpose of the voice pulling him to this strange place.

It turned out that he was actually the reincarnation of a big man.

According to that voice, his previous life was very awesome, he was the destined son of that era, and he should have ascended the throne to achieve a great cause for generations, remembered forever, and lived forever.

However, for some reason an accident happened, he was killed by his mortal enemy before he became an adult, and the throne that should have belonged to him was taken away. The person on the throne was changed, and the trajectory of his fate changed. This made the gods who were supposed to protect the dynasty furious, cursed, and finally destroyed the dynasty in the flames of war.

Therefore, as the reincarnation of the son of destiny who died halfway, he has the responsibility and obligation to correct the twisted trajectory of fate, win the villain who killed him to usurp the throne, lift the curse of the gods, and complete the past. A great cause that can be accomplished.

In a word, as the Son of Destiny, he must regain his throne.

After learning the cause and effect, Gallan thought about it seriously, and then refused.

“I rarely play games, especially the strategy category, so I think it is more reliable for you to find other reincarnations. Let me go back. I have to continue preparing for the final exam…”

The emotionless voice sounded again.

“Yes.” It said, “Because of the curse of the gods, reincarnation, you will die before you become an adult from life to life. After you die at the age of eighteen, I will look for your reincarnation again.”

“!!!”

Gallan felt that he was not good at all.

“Wait! Didn’t I mean that I am the son of the destiny blessed by the gods? What the hell is the curse? I won’t live to be eighteen years old?”

“The Son of Destiny who has not completed his mission will be cursed by the gods.”

The voice answered indifferently.

Garland: “…”

“Get ready, I will send you back now…”

“Okay, Lord Envoy! I will do it, Lord Envoy! Shall you grab the throne? Please leave it to me!”

After learning that he would not live long after he went back, the young man decisively interrupted the voice with a daunting expression on his face.

Then, he turned his eyes and talked.

“As the so-called Son of Destiny, what kind of golden finger do I have… No, should I have any special treatment compared to ordinary people? After all, you also know that this task is difficult for me who know nothing about it now? .”

“You have five chances to come again.”

The voice answered coldly.

“Once you are killed by the person who changed your fate, time will go back and everything will start again.”

Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.

This is equivalent to rebirth.

This kind of feeling is like playing a game, the kind that can’t be saved, once you die, you have to start again. Maybe the first time is difficult, but if you know the plot in advance and what your opponent will do, then the second time will be easier.

very good.

He thought, as if he were playing a holographic virtual game, as long as he defeated the big boss and ascended to the throne, he could go back and continue preparing for the final exam. Moreover, he still has five lives in this game, and he should be able to easily pass the level no matter what he thinks.

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Then Gallan, who was holding this thought, was killed four times by the rebel, his mortal enemy, Heymos.

Every time, it was killed by Huimos himself.

Garland: “…”

Did the gods make a mistake?

The Son of Destiny is really me, not the guy Heimos? No matter how he looks at it, he thinks that guy is the protagonist of the game.

When he remembered that he was nailed to the stone wall by that guy not long ago, Gallan felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all aching. The pain in my heart was particularly severe, as if the sword was still stuck in the heart.

He covered his chest and couldn’t help but remember the first time he was burned to death by that person in a sea of flames…

Thinking of the second time, he was pushed down from the sky by the man and fell to pieces…

Thinking of the third time, he was poisoned by that person himself|the poison was poisoned…

And the fourth time just now…………

I thought it was a throne strategy notebook for the Son of Destiny who was smashing the four directions to dominate the world, but it turned into a fancy death note for the guy who said, seemed, should, and might be the Son of Destiny.

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At this moment, the Son of Destiny, who had only the last life left, was very sad.