Chapter 1231: Chapter 1218: The Warlike Pale Giant Chapter 1231: Chapter 1218: The Warlike Pale Giant Beneath the vault of heaven, a sleek and sinuous dragon was flying through the sky, propelled by its two pairs of sturdy and powerful flesh wings. The endless mountain winds were kept at bay by its Wind Guiding talent, creating a perfectly still zone free of wind behind it.

Above its head stood a black-haired child with golden pupils, his bearing proud and hands clasped behind his back. Behind him sat a golden-haired girl, giggling foolishly on the nape of the dragon.

“Stop laughing, you look so silly!”

Muria, who had been surveying the scenery but found little of interest, found most of his attention drawn to the girl behind him.

“You’re about to completely ruin the positive image of my mother in my heart. You make it impossible for me to face her when she wakes up.”

“Son, you suddenly fulfilled so many of my wishes, it’s impossible for me not to laugh!”

The girl sitting on the back of the dragon didn’t care about what the child said and continued to happily chatter.

“Hey, I’m really feeling the benefits of being powerful now. As long as you have enough strength, you can do whatever you want.”

“That’s for sure, with enough strength, anything you do can go your way.” Muria nodded as a matter of course. Carrying the Titan bloodline himself, he also adhered to the principle of strength above all, though not as obsessively as the pureblood Titans.

“Actually, I’ve realized something else, it doesn’t matter whether I’m strong or not, having a son who’s strong is just as good.”

The girl propped her face with both hands, smilingly looking at Muria. Everything she wanted, including some of the unrealistic fantasies of her childhood, as long as she voiced them, her son had made them come true.

“Hmph.” Muria huffed twice. He had exerted the power of his reincarnated body to pressure his kin, directly facilitating the marriage between Areina’s brother and his commoner lover.

He then asked his mother’s reincarnated body if she had any other wishes, and he carelessly added, “Even unrealistic wishes are fine.”

So, in an offhand manner and half-joking, the girl said, “I want to be the emperor for a few days.”

Having already made the offer, Muria thought for a moment and then, taking the girl by the hand, charged straight into the Imperial City, brazenly breaking into the heart of this part of the great world ruled by the feudal empire.

Without any deity-level powers to oppose them, and with battles fought by legendary forces controlled by an epic consciousness, the outcome was naturally self-evident.

With the support of rude and unreasonable strength, albeit half-jokingly, the girl, entirely befuddled, sat in the highest seat of power of the empire and indulged in the thrill of being an emperor for a few days.

Then, prodded by Muria, the girl, who had not even spent three full days on the throne, hastily relinquished the power—so coveted by countless others within the empire—back to the hands of the original emperor, who was beaten to the point of being unable to leave his bed.

“Son, thank you for indulging me in my folly. Things I used to just think about in my mind, you actually helped me make them reality.”

“It’s nothing.”

“You know, I used to think being the emperor was the most comfortable job in the world, but it turned out to be so tiring.”

Recalling her nightmarish life during the few days after becoming the emperor, the girl let out a heartfelt sigh.

“If it’s an emperor that only cares about himself, naturally it’s the easiest job in the world. But a diligent and responsible emperor is indeed the most tired and worried person in the entire empire.”

Muria turned around, looking back at the seemingly naive and ignorant girl, his expression filled with a touch of sentimentality.

He didn’t know if it was the influence of the Golden Dragon Mother, but after obtaining the highest power in the Empire due to her own jest, this girl did not indulge in enjoyment. Instead, she worked very hard at handling the responsibilities that came with that power.

So, after barely three days, she couldn’t bear the burden and threw in the towel.

“How can an emperor only think of oneself?” the girl looked at Muria with some bewilderment, “That’s not good.”

“Hmm, it’s not good.” Muria nodded in agreement.

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“Nordan, the Tribe leader calls for your return.”

Among the wails and howls of the pack of beasts, the giant who had come to deliver the message found his kin engaged in unarmed combat with a Giant Beast and shouted loudly.

If his voice hadn’t been loud, it would easily have been drowned out by the groans and roars of the suffering beasts lying on the ground.

“Any matter can wait until I’m done fighting.”

The giant, with a pallor akin to the hardest white steel rock, responded without turning his head, immersed in the thrill of battle and unable to extricate himself.

“It’s an invasion by outside forces, that’s why the Tribe leader sent me to call you back now.”

“Huh? An invasion?” Upon hearing this phrase that he hadn’t heard in a long time, the giant lifted with one hand the Giant Beast he was grappling with and with a swing of his arm, flung it aside, plowing a not-so-short trench in the ground.

“What’s going on? Who dares invade our tribe now?” The giant, whose body was well-proportioned and muscles clearly defined, asked in surprise.

He remembered that he had already subdued every living creature in the vicinity of their tribe, and there were no species left that could pose a threat to them.

“They are a group of very strange little men, they look a bit like us but are very weak, just like cabbage worms nibbling on grass.”

The reporting giant made an effort to convey the news to the youngest, but at the same time, the most powerful giant in their tribe.

“So weak, then why come to me? How can such weak creatures even be called enemies?”

“It’s not that, Nordan. These little men may be weak, but they have very strange steel creations. The attacks from those things hurt a lot when they hit us, and many warriors have already been injured because of them.”

“Hmm? Little men like cabbage worms, wielding some steel creations, have injured warriors?” The pale giant Nordan laughed, now slightly intrigued, “Let’s go, let’s go back and see. I’ve never seen cabbage worms that could injure Giant Warriors.”

Roar!

The giant ignored the beasts beside him, but these Ferocious Beasts, used repeatedly as punching bags, would not simply give up because of this.

A Giant Beast that seemed to be dazed from blows to the head roared and limped toward the pale giant, and just as it opened its wide, bloody maw to bite at the giant’s waist, a fist harder than steel came crashing down on its head.

Shards of bloody fangs scattered across the sky, and in an instant, the beast’s head twisted grotesquely. After staggering briefly, it collapsed on the ground, and in its dazed consciousness, it heard the giant muttering,
“Endure, endure, don’t hit too hard, if you kill them all, there’ll be no one left to practice with.”

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