Chapter 538: Chapter 264: “A Little Surprise”_2

First Epoch.

It signifies the end of the dark age and symbolizes the true rise of the human race.

And now, it is the end of the Sixth Epoch, thousands of years have passed since the era she was familiar with, and she has learned some information about this era.

The Empire has become the center of human civilization. Several months ago, there was a major upheaval there. After the upheaval, the Empire’s politics, economy, and culture have embarked on new paths, vibrant and lively.

Many buildings on the island have changed, yet she can vaguely discern the outlines of the past.

Cynthia sat opposite the mansion she was most familiar with, though now things have changed, the “former residence” at the entrance is somewhat glaring. These overly familiar scenes inevitably reminded her of the past.

For McCarthy Delin, this might be the best era.

It means he no longer needs to bear those responsibilities and burdens on his shoulders. Every time he opens his eyes, there are countless tasks to be done. On the other side of the island, someone has already taken over this power.

He could sleep until noon or take a fishing rod to the lake behind the academy for the whole day.

Thinking of this, she suddenly hung her head.

But for the King of Gold, it was not so.

With the war’s end, the world no longer needs McCarthy Delin or anyone like him. They have received enough favor from the “ancestors,” and during the subsequent centuries of prosperity, they should gradually return what was temporarily lent to them to the original owner.

Otherwise, the Golden Kingdom will descend upon those greedy races, teach them, redeem them…

This was the time she fought for McCarthy Delin. The King of Gold has written the destiny of centuries later for all beings—with relatively gentle means.

Magic addiction is destined not to be resolved because it is the inevitable price of accepting the gift, and this price will inevitably trigger new catastrophes.

On some day centuries later, humanity will face a war caused by magic addiction, former heroes will become their enemies, their homes will be destroyed, countless will die in war, only pain can make the survivors understand the heaviness of this gift and be willing to return it to its original owner.

But that is at least hundreds of years from now.

As a human, McCarthy Delin does not have such a long life; the King of Gold promised this human hero would peacefully spend the rest of his life during times of peace and prosperity.

The King of Gold fulfilled his promise. This mansion recorded much about McCarthy Delin’s latter life, things she did not know.

He lived a long time; he was one of the longest-serving deans in the academy’s history.

After that, he never experienced chaos, not even death—he took his fishing rod, went to the lake on the island as he hadn’t for a long time, sat on a stone pile, calmly watching the ripples on the surface of the water.

Cynthia could easily imagine these scenes.

Then, she clenched her fists.

She had less than three days left to solve historical leftover issues.

For those who recklessly peep into the secrets of the magic net, there will only be two outcomes.

Wear the golden mask, accept the baptism and redemption of the King of Gold, become a citizen of the Golden Kingdom, or die.

Cynthia knew clearly that a warning letter would have no effect, the King of Gold would not accept such a hasty result, to solve historical leftover issues, means he must eradicate future troubles, personally end the disputes of this plane.

If she cannot properly handle these issues within three days, the King of Gold will come personally.

That will become the end of everything.

When the bells of the Golden Kingdom ring, all living beings here will become eternal citizens of the Golden Kingdom, they will be bathed in glory, embrace the same idea, the same soul—just as in the many planes ruled by the King of Gold.

Every civilization baptized by the bell will ultimately follow the same path.

Tomorrow will be the day that decides everything.

After a moment of hesitation, Cynthia decided to stay a while longer in front of the mansion.

To her, time had long become a numb and blurry concept.

She sat on the grass hugging her knees. Such scenes appeared countless times in her imagination, waiting for McCarthy Delin to come out of the mansion and see the surprise she had prepared at a glance.

…

Early the next morning, Lindong, with dark circles under her eyes, was summoned by the director Wabul.

She hadn’t slept all night, almost turned the entire academy upside down but didn’t find any trace of the suspect. By morning, she even angrily shouted at the opponent.

How? Dare to shoot arrows but don’t dare to come out and confront me?

Professor Wabul slept soundly last night, Ethan’s arrival changed the stagnant state of the academy, and the academy was thriving!

However, early this morning he was hit with a blow, Mrs. Judith reported someone had snuck into the mansion at midnight and stole the first dean’s handwritten letter, more outrageously, the contents were printed hundreds of times and posted throughout the academy’s streets and alleys, the student dormitory being the hardest hit area, almost every door had a letter affixed.

When Mrs. Judith found out, it was already too late.

The topic that ended fruitlessly between the first dean McCarthy Delin and the Hunting Goddess Cynthia became the hottest topic today, students, as a medium, made such discussions fill the entire campus.

These people are so disrespectful to the first dean!

“Mrs. Judith has already been sent to the infirmary; her face has never been so red.”

Professor Wabul emphasized the seriousness of the matter to Lindong, skipping directly the investigation process.

There are only a handful of Elemental Shapers who can secretly sneak into the first dean’s mansion to steal letters, and among them, who else could be bored enough to print a hundred copies and post them on every student dormitory door?

“Lindong, I thought you had repented!”

Professor Wabul was heartbroken; once again, it proved whenever they lowered their guard against Lindong, she would cause a big stir that shocked everyone.

Allowing students to freely discuss the love history of the first dean, even for Lindong, this counts as overdoing it.

“What are you talking about?”

Lindong, inexplicably backed up into a corner, looked displeased, she spent all night not finding the person who smashed her house’s window with a brick, feeling angry inside.

“Just look for yourself!”

Even her ability to pretend to be dumb hasn’t diminished from back then!

Professor Wabul’s face was ashen as he pushed one of the “samples” in front of Lindong. This “Black Demon King” not only printed the first dean’s handwritten letter but also made some artistic edits. He really didn’t know when Lindong became a literary master, able to evoke endless visions from people with just a few lines.

Now students have already started fabricating entangled love stories between the first dean and the Hunting Goddess.

Lindong looked closely.

It was written by J.K Forest, the paper still had traces of electric elements, looks like their friend Old Mu rushed a manuscript overnight last evening.

She immediately understood everything.

“At this point, do you have anything you want to argue?”

“I did it, so what?”

Lindong arrogantly puffed out her chest.

Professor Wabul’s face visibly turned red, his head resembling a boiled egg.

But he was not the only one who turned red.

Someone knocked on Ethan’s room door, as soon as Ethan opened the door, a golden arrow was almost shoved into his mouth, but this time, the other person didn’t hide their identity, instead transformed into a Berserker, using the bow and arrow as a melee weapon.

The smiling golden mask covered her face, making it difficult for anyone to see her expression at the moment.

The greeting on the arrow feathers indicated her intention.

——”Do you have a problem?????”

Five question marks expressed her mood when writing this sentence.

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