At the moment of server closure, I, Lin Feng, traveled through time with Bone King.
He inherited a full-level account and an invincible tomb, while I only had a [loyalty usurpation system] for NPCs.
While the Bone King was still complacent about the loyalty of the guardians, I had quietly modified Albedo's setting - replacing "love Momonga deeply" with "loyal to me till death".
As a result, Nazarick welcomed two supreme beings, and a silent war started between close relatives:
During the day, she is the obedient manager who reports to him; at night, she is the queen who offers her loyalty and strategy to me.
I rebelled against his sharpest spear and subdued his strongest shield. I cut off his opportunities, destroyed his plans, and gave him the power to destroy the world, but I could only watch my empire collapse from within.
Demiurge regards me as his lifelong enemy and has made numerous deductions, but he doesn't know that every step he takes is in my script.
When the Bone King led his last followers to fight me in the throne room, he screamed and asked: "Who are you?!"
I sat on the throne guarded by his guardians, sipping red wine and looking down at him.
"Me? A... Hacker who happened to be standing behind you when you were modifying Albedo's settings."
"Now, it's time to return it to its original owner."
——I, Lin Feng, am the only master of Nazarick!
Reader comments
The plot is repeated and suspected of AI
Is it my imagination? Why do you keep writing repetitive plots?
I suggest the author change the cover. [Thinking]
Why is it repeated again? Hasn't Shalltear already accepted it? There are so many poisonous points that the above does not follow the following.
The plot is repeated and suspected of AI
Is it my imagination? Why do you keep writing repetitive plots?
I suggest the author change the cover. [Thinking] Why is it repeated again? Hasn't Shalltear already accepted it? There are so many poisonous points that the above does not follow the following.
Why are there so many similar plots?
Very good, just less