I am the king.
My dynasty is full of time-travelers.
They used me, deceived me, fooled me, made ridiculous little moves under my eyes, tried their best to squeeze everything out of me, and finally replaced me.
I decided to cooperate with them.
I died of their plans, the poisoned wine they brought, and the cold arrows they shot.
I fell under the sword, blood flowed to their feet, and their faces were reflected in the empty pupils.
I don't know why they are in pain. They have gained everything.
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Every traveler knows that their goal is the crown.
But only after getting the crown, they will realize that they were so wrong.
They searched for strange medicines all over the world, recruited talented people and strangers, consulted doctors, and visited gods and immortals.
No one can live the dead, flesh and bones.
What they wanted most had already died on that cold night.
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Unit essay, each unit has a "king", mainly ancient.
A pure piece of bloody abuse, just for the sake of pleasure, "They will all regret it after I die."
There may be a companion chapter, "What should I do if no one is allowed to die after I am reborn?"
Purpose: Don't be sincere.
