Chapter 471 From Soldier to Emperor
'The Centurion is indeed a good man!'
"But this is a good man..."
'They don't live long!'
'How did he die?'
'Why did you die?'
……
Ya looked at the diary in front of him blankly, and he looked at his trembling fingers in confusion.
Suppressing the doubts and inexplicable sadness in his heart, he turned the pages of the book one by one, reading the memories he had forgotten.
'What are emotions?'
'What am I pursuing?'
"Life is really tiring sometimes..."
"Why don't we just go find him..."
'To find the meaning of life...'
Looking at the words "the meaning of life" woodenly, Ya fell into silence.
Faced with many things, he felt that he should be happy or sad, but unfortunately.
As a self-destructor of Nothingness, he had forgotten a lot, and could only remember things that happened within three days.
Three days ago, his memory started to change and he had forgotten everything that had happened before.
"Ya, have you forgotten again?"
"Forget your past..."
It was still the same comrade as before, but this time, there were many scars on his face and body.
"What's wrong with me?"
Ya looked at his comrade woodenly, picked up his diary and shook it in front of him.
"You have contracted a strange disease..." his comrade sighed, his eyes full of pity, "You will forget your past and your memories every three days."
"You can only remember things within three days."
"So..." Ya seemed to have realized something, "Everything recorded in this book is true?"
"Yeah." The comrade nodded gently, his face a little heavy.
"..." After a few breaths of silence, Ya asked, "Can you tell me about the centurion?"
"...Okay!" A smile broke out on the face of his comrade, who seemed to be very happy.
He pulled a small stool and sat next to Ya, then began to narrate slowly.
"The Centurion is a good man..."
……
'The Centurion is really a good man!'
'The Centurion's dream is to end the war and let everyone have a good life! '
It's another rotation of memory. Ya, who has grown into a great general, also has his own name.
A name... that was something only the nobles were qualified to obtain. The rest, whether commoners or slaves, were not allowed to have a real name.
Now, his name is Alex!
"General Alex..."
His old friend, now his right-hand man, came before him.
"Three days have passed, and your memory has started to change again."
As he said this, Tongze took out Ya's diary.
"Now, please take back your past."
Ya picked up the book with no joy or sadness in his expression and read the contents calmly.
After a long time...
Ya put down the memory in his hand and looked up at his left and right arms.
Her thin lips were gently pursed, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Miss, is the Centurion really a good man?"
"Of course, General!" Misa shook his empty right sleeve and said to Ya seriously.
"Is the centurion's wish correct?" Ya.
"I don't know, General." Misa shook his head slightly.
"What is your wish?" Ya's eyes were very calm, yet deep, as deep as an abyss.
"My wish...?" Misa fell into deep thought, and finally chuckled softly, as if he was mocking himself.
"My wish is to live in a peaceful world..."
"...I understand, Misa, you can go out first."
Looking deeply at the departure of the mass, Ya lowered his head, as if in deep thought.
……
On the endless plain, amid the cheers of the crowd, Alex, wearing gorgeous golden armor and riding a mighty warhorse, slowly walked towards the battlefield.
His gaze was firm and majestic, as if the whole world was at his feet.
He wants to be the king!
A king who conquers all!
He calmly looked at the dark army in front of him, holding the sword high in his hand, without saying a word.
But his actions are everything!
Upon receiving the order, the army immediately set up their battle formation and moved forward.
The army fought hard, the enemy came like a tide, Alex led the charge, showing no fear.
He wielded the sword in his hand, and every swing was with unparalleled power and skill. Enemies fell one after another before him, and their blood flowed on the ground, forming a red river.
He is getting stronger and stronger...
Under the power of [Nothingness] and [Joy], his strength surpasses that of all mortal beings.
Every time the sword was swung, the sword energy spread out into the distance under the amplification of the power of destiny.
The cavalrymen blocking his way were like leeks, and were cut off one by one by the sword in his hand.
As time passed, the sun in the sky rose and set...
When everything was over, Alex stepped on the enemy's corpses that piled up like a mountain, climbed to the highest point, and took off the head of the enemy king!
This is the price of leading the army in person!
The weak eat the strong...
This thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and Alex announced to his soldiers.
"we won!"
Amidst cheers, Alex won again.
……
Forty years passed in a flash, and when Alex came to his senses, he had already become the only supreme king on the planet.
No, being a king could no longer satisfy his ambitions. He felt that he should be called - Emperor!
"Your Majesty, today is the day of your coronation."
Misa, who was old but still strong, walked out from the dark corner, came to Ya's side, bowed his head and said.
"who am I?"
"You are the King of Conquerors, and now the Emperor of the Elidisina Empire!" Misa's voice was sonorous and powerful.
"I'm not the emperor..." Ya looked at his hands in confusion.
"No, you are!" Misa once again took out Ya's diary, allowing Ya to remember his past and turning him back into "Alex"!
rustle……
The sound of turning pages rang out, and the expression on Alex's face was sometimes clear, sometimes confused, sometimes angry, and sometimes happy...
When the book was closed, Alex came back again and looked at Mass with a melancholy look.
My former comrade has finally become an old man after forty years.
Although he still looks strong now, one can vaguely see that his old body is finally bent.
He is old...
"Mass...you are old..."
"Yes, my sire." A hint of tenderness appeared on the stern face of the Mass. "But you didn't. You are still so young."
"Young?" Alex stroked his cheek gently, and the melancholy on his face slowly disappeared.
"You are my most important friend..."
"And the Centurion... I can no longer remember his face."
Alex leaned on his throne, his voice was as calm as water, yet it revealed a hint of sadness.
"Tell me more about the centurion, Mass..."
"Of course, your majesty." Misa raised his head slightly and narrated the story of the past once again.
As for the so-called coronation day...?
Neither Alex, the Emperor, nor Mass, the First Minister, cared much about it.
They are high-ranking people who have fought their way to the top on horseback and know what is most important.
So as for that so-called coronation ceremony... let those people wait a little longer.
It doesn't matter how little time is wasted.