I Am Really Not the Royal Family of Siris

Seris, the mysterious and noble Eastern Celestial Dynasty, stands proudly on the Eastern Continent like a queen wearing silk gloves. Philosophers sang her praises and wrote books, and kings learned from her to establish their authority. ... Zhao Minghe travels through the Western Continent, a fantasy medieval world where spiritual energy and faith, aliens and knights collide. The Western Continent adheres to the "god-given caste". The noble caste and the monk caste are always sacred, while the serf caste can only inherit poverty from generation to generation. Besides the scheduled castes, there are untouchables who are comparable to Dalits, fermenting misery in concentrated areas of squalor. As an illegal immigrant from across the world, Zhao Minghe only dreamed of cultivating himself, raising his family, and planting some small fields. Unexpectedly, he was classified as the "Serys Royal Family" by a God-given caste, and gained the allegiance of a saint from the church. Zhao Minghe: Me? Siris Royal Family? Just kidding! No, who is not, in some sense, a descendant of the royal family? So I really am not the mouthpiece of the Siris royal family! Okay, okay, you noble insects, watch me dispatch the knights and send you to heaven one by one - no, it's to spread benevolence and educate the barbarians. "The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night." Zhao Minghe said. "His Majesty the Holy King said to sit patiently on the river bank and wait for the enemy's floating corpse to float over."