[Two years have passed, and you are now 19. You're not particularly worried about growing older, but it's Uncle Młynar who constantly urges you to get married, to the point where even you are growing tired of it...]
[Today, there's a diplomatic meeting with the nation of Yan. Although you've met their representatives several times, this is your first time meeting a person of true authority from their side.]
[Her name is Ling — a woman with long blue hair like yours, wearing the ancient noble garb of Yan. The two blue horns on her head indicate her dragon lineage. Yet, Wang Fei senses a powerful aura within her, something that feels strangely familiar, like a reflection of his own strength.]
[Uncle Młynar whispers to you not to feel pressured. This woman is merely a strategist to the emperor, so even if you say something out of line, there's no need to worry about triggering a war between nations. He tells you to stay calm and not to stress over it.]
[You think to yourself: "That's not reassuring at all."]
[When she arrives, she immediately requests that all guards leave the room. There are matters she wants to discuss with you in private. Her own guards comply without hesitation, and even Uncle Młynar says nothing — just giving you a glance as if to say: "If you need help, just scream."]
[Uncle Młynar doesn't believe that the Kingdom of Yan would dare do anything, so he willingly leaves the room, clearly dumping the responsibility onto you.]
[Even you don't think they'd try anything reckless. After all, with a common enemy like Ursus, you should be allies.]
"Mmm~! Finally, they're gone."
Once the guards exit, the previously composed woman stretches lazily, as if shedding her formal demeanor. She reaches into an invisible spatial rift and pulls out several silver jars.
"Alright~ King of Knight, this one's on me. Cheers!"
She walks over to sit beside you, placing a cup on the table and pouring you a drink like an old friend.
"Uh... Lady Ling, aren't we here to discuss something important?"
Wang Fei asks while eyeing the drink, trying to restrain himself. He has to admit, he's a bit of a heavy drinker — a habit encouraged by a certain green-haired subordinate who often dragged him out for drinks. Over time, he unknowingly adopted the same fondness.
At first, he thought it was a trait inherited from his dragon lineage. But after seeing how Hui Jie wasn't really into alcohol, he discarded that theory.
"In your homeland, you have a saying about miracle medicine, right? Well, in mine, liquor is that miracle. It makes people speak the truth. Once we drink together, we become like lifelong comrades. That's what someone told me a long, long time ago. Ever since, whenever I have something important to discuss, I always drink first. And anyone who refuses... well, they insult my old friend's wisdom."
She smiles gently, but there's a strange composure behind her alluring eyes that makes Wang Fei reluctantly comply.
"...Since you put it that way, I'll drink a bit with you."
He removes his helmet and raises the cup, taking a long drink.
He doesn't notice the smile curling wider on Ling's lips as she watches him.
"Ah~! This is truly fine liquor!"
Wang Fei says with a content smile. Since entering this simulation world, he hasn't had the chance to drink freely due to the Casimir law that only allows those 20 and older to drink. As the King of Knight, he couldn't risk harming his image. No one in his household drinks either — his grandfather believed alcohol dulled a knight's clarity. Even Uncle Młynar, though he occasionally drank with friends, wasn't particularly fond of it. As for Sophia and Margaret... better not go there.
"King of Knight, drink up~ I've got plenty more where that came from."
"Th-this is just for work, alright? That's why I'm drinking with you."
Despite his words, Wang Fei instinctively extends his cup to her, and the two end up drinking together for almost two hours. Before long, the table is littered with silver jars.
Wang Fei's cheeks flush from the alcohol, but he's not drunk enough to lose control — maybe thanks to his high tolerance or perhaps due to divine power making him more resistant. Ling, despite drinking just as much, only shows a slight blush, leading Wang Fei to conclude she must be a heavy drinker of a much higher level.
"Urgh... Ah! This stuff's amazing!"
"Haha! You didn't want to drink at first, but you're really enjoying yourself, King of Knight."
"Of course, Sister Ling! This liquor is exactly what I've been craving! You don't know how torturous it's been not being able to drink in Casimir! You're my savior!"
Maybe Ling was right. At this point, Wang Fei no longer sees her as a representative of Yan, but as an old war buddy.
When she hears him call her "Sister Ling," her eyes soften, and she smiles with true joy.
"...You're quite impressive yourself, King of Knight. You're the only one who's ever managed to drink over 20 jars with me and made me feel even slightly tipsy. Not even among my 11 siblings is there anyone like that."
"It's an honor to hear that from you, Sister Ling."
Wang Fei responds politely, assuming she's just being friendly, as people tend to do when drinking.
They sit quietly, sipping their drinks, until Ling, staring into her cup, suddenly speaks out of nowhere.
"King of Knight, do you know... you're dying?"
Hearing such words from someone you've just met at a drinking table might normally provoke anger, suspicion of a curse or poison. But Wang Fei doesn't react at all.
Because he already knows...
"...Of course. I'm well aware,"Wang Fei says with a smile. Ling turns to look at him.
"I can help you."
"In exchange for what?"
Wang Fei asks immediately. He knows nothing in this world comes free — and even if it does, he doesn't believe it won't come with strings attached.
"Join the Kingdom of Yan. Stand with me and my siblings to defeat Zhui."
"Zhui? You mean one of Yan's gods?"
Wang Fei remembers the name from his childhood in Yan.
"He was a god... Now, Zhui is just a malevolent deity trying to destroy Yan."
Ling's tone turns solemn as she begins telling him a tale.
It's the story of an ancient dragon god of Yan named Zhui — a colossal being who once ruled alongside his divine siblings. But Zhui, driven mad by war, betrayed them and sought godhood alone, murdering his kin and striving to plunge the world into endless conflict.
Though gravely wounded by his siblings in battle, the Emperor of Yan seized the chance to rebel, leading humanity to defeat and kill Zhui. But before dying, Zhui split himself into 12 fragments — sentient, human-like beings — and prophesied that when the fragments reunite, he would be reborn to destroy Yan and all mankind.
A prophecy foretells that on a moonless, starless night at sunset, the 12 fragments will become one again, and Zhui will return — in 17 years from now.
"One of those 12 fragments... is me — Ling, the eldest sister of them all. I am one of the few who wish to defy fate and sever our ties to Zhui. I want to live my own life, not as a piece of that malevolent god."
"That's why you need my power, isn't it..." Wang Fei nodded. If he had heard this through a letter or secondhand, he wouldn't have believed it. But after meeting Ling, he could feel that more than half of her words held truth. At the same time, the rest remained vague and elusive, as if she were concealing something.
"It's not just your power. Over the past centuries, my siblings have traveled to various kingdoms in search of strength that could oppose Zui."
"The Evil God of Ursus."
"Blacklock and Whitekey of Sargon."
"The Beast King of Minos."
"The King of Salvation from Victoria."
"The Sorcerer King of Leithanian."
"The Wolf King of Siracusa."
"The God of the Forbidden Forest in Sargon."
"The Evil Goddess of Higashi."
"The Icefield Goddess of Kjerag."
"Even the last bastions of Iberia and Aegir—we've sought aid from them, too. Unfortunately, they've been dealing with threats of their own, no less dire than Zui. That's why I couldn't request their cooperation. And perhaps someday, we may even need to help them—after we deal with Zui."
"Other than Blacklock and Whitekey, who are still searching for their successors—they've promised to join us once they find them—the rest have either refused to help, have yet to find their own heirs, or worse... Some groups want to throw the world into chaos. Especially that Evil God of Ursus—he's one of those who most desires to awaken the Zui within us. He's already attempted to capture several of my siblings. That's why Yan and Ursus are on the brink of war."
"And you, King of Knights of Kazimierz, are the greatest hope among us all—the one who might actually stop Zui. Your strength has shown us that you may be the closest in power to him. Unfortunately... your current physical condition can't withstand the full might and authority of the King of Knight. It's like a small glass trying to contain the entire ocean. The fact that you're still alive at all... is already a miracle."
"I had a hunch it was because of this power... but I never imagined it would deteriorate my health this badly."
Wang Fei had noticed his body weakening severely over the past six months, to the point where he would cough blood and struggle to even get out of bed.
When sparring with Margaret the week before, he had suddenly dropped his sword mid-duel without realizing it. Even Margaret herself had been surprised she was able to disarm him so easily. Luckily, no one else was around, so he brushed it off as being startled by her spear technique.
"How much longer do I have?" Wang Fei asked.
The woman, pouring liquor into her cup, fell silent for a moment before mumbling,
"Half a year. That's the most I can estimate. You will die painfully and in agony, and your body will explode like a bomb, destroying everything on the continent."
"Terrifying... So, what's your solution to save me?"
"Hmm~ I'll kill you, trap your soul in a painting, and wait until Zui is about to awaken. Then I'll release you to stop him. That process may require finding a new body for you. But don't worry—I already have someone in mind... so you can rest easy."
"Totally reassuring... So basically, no matter which path I take, I still have to die, don't I?"
"You're mistaken... Death doesn't truly exist for people like us. Even if I die, as long as I remain a shard of Zui, I'll be reborn again. As for you... think of it as a rebirth to begin anew."
"Sister Ling, you always seem to enjoy speaking in riddles. Sure, humanity has legends of reincarnation, but no one's ever confirmed that."
"Haha... fair enough. I suppose I've said too much. Let's pretend I never mentioned that," Ling said, setting down her cup. She seemed genuinely drunk now.
"And what's your answer, King of Knights?"
"Of course. I accept your proposal..."
Ling kept smiling, as if she had already known his answer, though she feigned surprise.
"Hm? Aren't you going to think it through more? I could be trying to deceive you, steal your Kingly power, after all."
Wang Fei had considered that too. But... he had already decided.
In the past two years, he had discovered much about the King of Knight's power within him. He realized that across the continent of Terra, there were many sources of power—some equal, some greater than his own. These dangers far exceeded the threat of Infected or corrupt nobles.
They were world-ending threats—ones that could plunge the entire world into ruin.
But honestly, Wang Fei didn't care how much damage they could do to the world. His concern was solely the safety of his family and people... and if these forces truly intended to destroy the world and endanger his loved ones, then he would rise up and destroy them first.
Maybe that was the will of the King of Knight within him. But it was also his own desire.
"That may be true..." Wang Fei stared silently into his cup before raising it toward her.
"But in the end, I am still their King."
Upon seeing the young man's pure smile,
Ling also smiled gently and raised her cup to his.
"You'll always be their King... and mine too, Jingzhe."
"Jingzhe? If I remember right, that means 'companion' in Yan's language, right? It's an honor to receive that title from you, Sister Ling."
"Haha... even now, you're still such a fool, little Jingzhe."
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[After the conversation ended and Yan's diplomatic delegation returned to their country, you received the news you most wanted to hear from Ling: the existence of the Last Knight — a figure who had vanished from Kazimierz several decades ago but reappeared nine years ago to drive back the invading forces of Ursus.]
[No one in the military knew of this, except a few individuals in power who kept it secret, forbidden from speaking of such a presence. But you received this information because your royal power allowed you to sense the presence of that person. However, tracking them down was difficult — they had no intention of meeting you. That was why you desired to confront them personally... to prove something.]
[And so, a week later, you decided to initiate a duel at the Kazimierz Major League, personally hosting the event to find someone who would fight you.]
[No one understood your true motive, because you told no one.]
[During the competition, you faced many knights and warriors — but none could withstand even a single move from you. Not even the Silverlance knights or Margaret Nearl could stand against your full power, once you'd unleashed it.]
[You knew your body was now at its absolute peak — the strongest in the world. Yet you continued to radiate waves of power uncontrollably, and if this continued... Kazimierz would be destroyed by your increasing force.]
[Of course, that was exactly what you wanted — to draw out that person. The one known as the Last Knight, the one who would appear when Kazimierz and the world were in peril.]
[That figure appeared at last, silently, in the center of the arena. A tall body clad in black armor, their full helmet concealing any hint of gender. By their side was a black steed whose hind legs resembled a fish's tail, floating above the ground like a phantom.]
The entire stadium fell into stunned silence at the sight of that knight. But beneath his mask, Wang Fei only smiled — and that smile grew wider as he saw the figure.
"So you finally chose to appear... Last Knight Mortica."
"King of Knight! What are you trying to do?!"
Mortica — Last Knight — did not bother with formalities or pleasantries. Their voice was muffled, as if crushed under massive stones, making it impossible to tell if they were male or female. The figure spoke, anger evident in their tone:
"Unleashing this much power... you will destroy Kazimierz! Is that what you desire?!"
"Indeed. I truly intend to destroy Kazimierz... if you had refused to appear."
Those words shocked the entire stadium. The knight they revered was declaring his intent to destroy the nation. Only Mlynar seemed to sense something was off and attempted to enter the arena — only to crash into an invisible wall that sealed off everyone outside.
Looking up, Mlynar saw a murky, ink-colored glass dome covering the entire stadium.
"What are you trying to do, King of Knight?" the Last Knight asked coldly, gripping their lance tightly. Wang Fei smiled with resolve and pointed his sacred sword at his opponent.
"Of course... I'm going to fight you, Last Knight! To prove to the world who truly is the strongest knight in Kazimierz! That is my wish!"
"Sigh... So you've truly lost your mind. Just as I feared. Not even Unisus' divine power could withstand the corruption of the ancient gods."
"I will stop you, King of Knight — to protect the world and Kazimierz!"
The two clashed.
The Last Knight leapt onto the black steed and charged forward with an icy lance. The young man responded by releasing white flame aura — but it was countered by the blue fire from the steed, colder than ice itself. Wang Fei's white flames dimmed, though they still managed to inflict minor damage.
The battle raged on fiercely. Wang Fei observed his opponent's spear techniques — they resembled his younger brother's, but at a far higher level. Their weapon skill rivaled even Pozakasty's, but the power granted by their black armor and spectral steed elevated them far beyond that.
No wonder the Ursus army had fled — this force was second only to the King of Knight himself.
And only second because... ice cannot overcome the sun.
Wang Fei retaliated by raising his sword high and releasing the full might of the Nearl family's aura. His white flames fused with golden light, creating a brilliant radiance like the sun, burning everything within the arena.
The Last Knight ignored the searing heat. Even as the black horse screamed in pain and collapsed, the knight pressed forward, shielding the steed with their body.
Finally, the Last Knight reached the King of Knight and thrust the lance with full force — at the exact same moment, the King of Knight's sword struck back.
Shunk!
The lance pierced through the King of Knight's chest. Blood gushed forth. Wang Fei heard the screams of Margaret and Sophia, and Maria's sobbing. Yet he paid them no mind.
"Why didn't you strike... King of Knight?" the Last Knight asked, confused. They stared at the sword resting against their neck. With a little effort, Wang Fei could've decapitated them before the lance even touched him.
"You're wrong... Last Knight."
His golden armor shattered, revealing the smiling face of a young man in simple armor — a face as bright as a painting of spring.
"I already did strike."
As those words ended, the Last Knight's helmet shattered — revealing a silver-haired, handsome man.
That face... so familiar.
The same as the one who'd been by Wang Fei's side since the orphanage...
Schnitz Nearl — his adoptive father.
"Father... I've finally saved you."
"Why... am I crying? What... is this... Urgh..." Schnitz's eyes trembled violently. He stared at his own bloodstained hands — the blood of his son — and suddenly, countless memories came flooding back. As the armor binding him was released, the curse of the Last Knight vanished too. His memories returned, but his consciousness faded, unable to bear the emotional pain.
Behind him, the once-fallen black steed had transformed into the unconscious, naked body of a silver-haired woman — just like Schnitz. Wang Fei walked over and draped his cloak over her gently.
At that moment, the barrier around the arena collapsed, unable to withstand the overwhelming sword aura. Mlynar and the old master rushed in, followed by many Silverlance knights.
"Schnitz... Yolanta... what is going on?" Mlynar looked at his adoptive brother and sister-in-law — whom he believed long dead — in confusion. Wang Fei answered:
"Father and Mother chose to accept the curse... in order to protect Kazimierz. That's the truth, Uncle Mlynar."
"Ray, your body!" Uncle Młynar exclaimed in shock, staring at her grandson's body as it slowly began to dissolve into golden particles. The crowd that witnessed it all could feel it deep in their hearts and souls.
The King of Knight... was leaving.
"Ah... this?" Wang Fei looked at his own fading body and then up at his aunt Uncle Młynar and his grandfather. "It's because I pushed my power too far. I guess the price I have to pay is just a little steeper than usual."
"Don't make that face," he added with a faint smile. "It's not like I'm truly dying. We'll meet again—so long as this world still believes in the honor of knights."
Wang Fei raised his sword, turned, and walked toward the stone altar engraved with the names of many knights. Taking a deep breath, he shouted with a voice that echoed across all of Kazimierz:
"Knights who follow the true path of chivalry—hear me!!"
"Your King of Knight is about to leave you! He will die!! But his spirit shall forever dwell here!!"
"Whoever believes themselves worthy of being a knight! Whoever thinks they are fit to be the King of Knight! Whoever wins the championship and wishes to inherit the title—step forward and draw this sword!!"
"If you can pull it free—you shall be the next King of Knight of Kazimierz!!"
Wang Fei plunged the sword into the stone as easily as stabbing into soft butter. It sank deep, rooting itself into the earth. A radiant golden aura wrapped around it like invisible chains and ropes. No one could lift it—not unless they had a true knight's heart. Only the worthy could draw it forth.
And those unworthy... would suffer the sword's holy punishment.
As Wang Fei used the last of his strength to seal the sword, his body became even more translucent, the holy power now transferred into the blade.
"I know many will mourn my departure. But just as many have long awaited this moment..." he smirked as his gaze turned toward the commercial guild's building, where many people clenched their fists so tightly that their veins bulged with fury.
"But remember—
The King of Knight will never truly die! As long as this sacred sword remains rooted in the soil of Kazimierz..."
"The honor of my knighthood... shall never fade!!"
His powerful declaration and unwavering determination reached the hearts of all who gathered in the arena. His abilities, and more importantly his pure heart, allowed everyone to feel the flame of resolve within him.
"One day we will meet again. As long as you still believe in me... I will return to protect you once more."
Just before his body completely vanished, Wang Fei turned to look at his family one last time.
Uncle Młynar stood still, clenching he fists, helpless.
His grandfather knelt on the ground, head bowed, trembling with grief.
The Silverlance members all dropped to one knee, heads bowed, not daring to watch their sovereign fade away.
Sophia covered her mouth and held Margaret close, unable to bear the sight.
Maria, the ever-cheerful girl, struggled to run toward him but was restrained by Margaret's tight embrace.
Margaret... she was still looking at him.
And he looked back.
Her lips were tightly pressed. Her eyes welled with tears, unwilling to let him go—and that look pierced Wang Fei's heart with pain.
Yet... he still smiled at her.
One last smile for the people he called family.
"Goodbye, my family. In this life... I have no more regrets."
And with those words, Wang Fei's body dissolved into golden particles, drifting into the sky as if returning to the embrace of the gods.
And thus ended the legend of the King of Knight—and his tale.
A king who ruled with gentleness, who loved and protected his people with compassion.
But because of that compassion... his reign was short-lived.
In fact, he became the shortest-reigning king in Kazimierz's history.
The news of the King of Knight's death spread across all of Terra. Some rejoiced, while others mourned.
The victors were Victoria and Laterano, who planned to declare war on Kazimierz in retaliation for past events. But their ambitions were halted by a warning letter from Yan—stating that if either nation violated the peace treaty, Yan would declare war on them and ally with Kazimierz.
Left with no choice, the two nations swallowed their anger... for now.
In the frozen plains, beside a fire...
Buldrokkas'tee sat quietly, staring up at the stars.
Beside him, a young man with horn-like features and a bunny-eared girl reading a stolen Ursus newspaper.
"It's hard to believe the King of Knight is really dead," the girl said. "Big bro, didn't you say dad once lost to him? How could someone so strong just die?"
"Little one... no matter how strong someone is, they're not immortal."
"Look at this old man. Can barely move, yet still drags himself around helping people," the young man scoffed teasingly—but there was worry in his voice.
"Hey, Grovasel! Don't say that! Your father's grieving the loss of a dear friend," said the Efalia woman, scolding her son as she served bowls of soup.
"Here you go, Yelena, Grovasel."
"Thanks, Mom!" the white bunny girl replied cheerfully, sipping her soup. Grovasel said nothing but accepted the bowl silently.
"Here, my love..." she said, handing the final bowl to her husband.
Buldrokkas'tee finally looked down and took it.
"Thank you, Helen."
Helen sat down beside her quiet husband.
"You always spoke about the King of Knight. Said he gave you everything you have now... I've always wondered—what kind of man was he?"
Buldrokkas'tee looked to the stars again, silent.
"He... was a The One True Sovereign."
As soon as he said that, Grovasel slapped his thigh in frustration.
"Damn it! The same answer for the hundredth time!"
"Told you I'd win the bet, big bro~" Yelena grinned, handing him a spicy candy. He reluctantly unwrapped and ate it, face twisting in agony.
Meanwhile, at Babel Tower...
"Kal'tsit~ Have you seen the news about the King of Knight's death?"
Theresa rolled around on the lab bed, calling to her friend peering into a microscope.
"I've seen it."
"And? What do you think~?"
"I've got him and Warfarin hanging on the rooftop."
"What now?"
"...He blew up the lab."
"Haha~ That's our boy~"
Outside Kazimierz's moving city...
Two figures stood in silence, watching from afar.
A blue-haired woman spoke to the spectral young man beside her.
"Leaving like this... are you sure? You still have time to say goodbye to them."
Although his physical body was gone, his soul remained—a voice that could still reach others, if he chose.
"No need. I already said goodbye." Wang Fei smiled contentedly.
Ling frowned, frustrated by his attitude.
"Do you realize how deeply your farewell hurt them?"
"Grief drives people. I believe they'll move forward... especially Margaret."
"You really enjoy messing with people's hearts... One day, karma will come back for you."
"Doubt it," Wang Fei waved off, chuckling. "This is just a simulation. Out in the real world, we're strangers. Even if it's been nearly seven years in here... I'm not even sure I'll meet any of them again."
"Hmph. I've warned you..."
Ling sighed and took out a sealed spirit scroll. Anyone sealed within it would enter a deep slumber, effective only on spiritual beings. It was a treasure she and her brothers had created together.
"Are you ready?"
"Uh... will it hurt?" Wang Fei asked nervously.
Ling's brow twitched.
"Less than getting speared."
"Great, that's... comforting." he muttered sarcastically. "Okay, new question—how long until we meet again?"
"For me, just a blink. For you... you'll have to find out."
Without waiting, Ling touched Wang Fei's spirit.
His body became a white light and flew into the scroll, appearing as a blue-haired man asleep under a tree in the painting.
Looking at him, Ling smiled playfully.
"We'll be seeing each other a lot more, my king."
(Simulation Complete)
(Simulation Success: Grade S – Maximum Level. Physical body recovery initiated. Due to the highest grade success, you may select 3 abilities from this simulation.)
(Due to bloodline restrictions on other abilities, you receive the remaining 3 unrestricted abilities:)
Originium Bloodline: Nearl Clan – Elite (No racial restriction) [New]
Nearl Sword Technique – Rare (No racial restriction) [New]
Firstborn – Normal (Unique Personal Trait)
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