"There's no time left, Your Majesty Ron!"
Rah Kingdom, September autumn.
In the splendid main hall, several royal knights in silver armor surrounded the young man on the high platform.
Ron, sitting on the high seat in the hall, was somewhat bewildered as he watched the people surrounding him.
He had only heard that the way to another world was by sheer luck, but never that one could transmigrate just by dozing off after an all-night gaming session.
"Rah Kingdom, War of the Gods..."
Unfamiliar yet familiar memories surged like a tide in his mind.
Without needing to delve too deep into his memories, these few keywords alone helped him quickly understand the current situation.
Because these keywords had all appeared in the game he was playing, titled "god's advent."
Unfortunately, he had transmigrated.
He had even transmigrated into the world of "god's advent" and become the Second Prince of the Rah Kingdom.
Oh no, he was now the King of the Rah Kingdom.
The King of a kingdom on the verge of being annihilated.
"Your Majesty Ron, please don't hesitate any longer!"
A knight presented his longsword.
Ron's eye twitched.
'Has it really come to this?'
These people before him were the Royal Knights of the Rah Kingdom, directly loyal to the royal family, and their purpose in gathering here was not to protect Ron's safety.
Rather, it was to safeguard the dignity and honor of the royal family.
This was because the capital of the Rah Kingdom had already been breached by the enemy, and the kingdom was on the brink of collapse.
To prevent Ron from falling into enemy hands and suffering humiliation, they had come here—to request him to commit suicide!
Don't you guys come over here!
The knights before him were aggressive, and Ron felt that if he didn't take the sword, the next second their swords would be at his neck.
This was not an exaggeration.
Firstly, he was merely the new king, appointed in a crisis after the King and The Great Prince died in battle, coupled with his cowardly and fear-of-death personality, he held no authority in the hearts of the Royal Knights.
Secondly, "god's advent" was a game centered around war.
In this world, every so often, deities would send down oracles, selecting 2-5 nations to initiate a War of the Gods, and the ultimate victor would gain the qualification to enter the "Divine Kingdom."
Within the Divine Kingdom lay infinite treasures and magic-tech, and even the supreme divine authority.
That was the key to ascending to godhood.
Driven by greed, most nations actively cooperated with this War of the Gods, which was instigated by the deities.
The Rah Kingdom, where he was, was one of the kingdoms chosen for the third War of the Gods.
Among the five chosen kingdoms, the Rah Kingdom's strength was actually not weak.
However, only a month into the third War of the Gods, the Rah Kingdom was about to be annihilated.
At the start of the third War of the Gods, the Rah Kingdom was the first to launch an attack, gaining a comprehensive advantage in the war against the Emerald Kingdom, and also dispatching troops to attack the Diam Kingdom, which was stirring in the rear, fighting on two fronts.
Then, the Late King of Rah and the The Great Prince died mysteriously one after another, leading to the Second Prince, who had no military talent, inheriting the throne. The war situation was gradually turned around by the Emerald Kingdom, leading to the current predicament.
None of that mattered anymore; what was important was that the royal family of any kingdom defeated in the War of the Gods would have the inescapable Shackles of Servitude appear around their necks.
Once the Shackles of Servitude were worn, not only would one be unable to act by their own will, but even their life and death would be at the victor's whim, and fleeing no matter how far would be useless.
Therefore, after most kingdoms were defeated, their royal families would not think of escaping, but would choose to end their own lives to avoid humiliation.
Had it been Ron a minute ago, he would have chosen the same.
The current situation of the Rah Kingdom left no room for maneuver; even if he were the top player on the server, he couldn't change the Rah Kingdom's path to destruction in such a pressing time.
The enemy had already entered the city, and soon, the Shackles of Servitude would appear around his neck.
The Shackles of Servitude were a product of "God" and were unsolvable in "god's advent"; once worn, they could never be removed unless one died.
Compared to having one's freedom restricted and becoming a tool to be manipulated, it was indeed better to restart.
However, now... Ron, having discovered there was still room for action, dispelled the idea of restarting.
As his thoughts became active, a light screen, visible only to him, floated before his eyes.
【Name: Ron Leinter】
【Race: Human】
【Age: 17】
【Level: LV.5】
【Affiliation: Rah Kingdom (King)】
【Territory: Rah Kingdom】
【Reputation: None (0 / h ↑)】
【Experience: None (10000 / h ↑)】
Just as he was receiving the memories of this body, he discovered that along with himself, the exclusive game mechanism for players had also appeared in this body.
In the game, players improved themselves by establishing and managing territories, gaining experience points and reputation points. Experience points could increase levels, and reputation points could be exchanged for skills, equipment, and some items.
Of course, items to unlock the Shackles of Servitude did not exist; even if they did, their price would be astronomical.
Ron closed the panel and raised his ruby-like eyes to look at the royal knights before him.
After the original owner became king, he led the Rah Kingdom, which had a great advantage, to fight several earth-shattering defeats, and had no reputation left in the country.
Now, he couldn't afford anything.
Fortunately, while the game mechanism couldn't help the Rah Kingdom escape its fate of destruction, it could help the Rah Kingdom deviate from the conventional definition of destruction.
Normally, if the capital fell and the territory was plundered, that country would be considered destroyed and would immediately be eliminated from the War of the Gods.
However, with the game mechanism intervening, the situation was different.
As long as the player didn't die, even if all territory was lost and there wasn't a single soldier, they wouldn't immediately be defined as a fallen kingdom.
Players had a one-month buffer period; as long as they re-established territory to a certain scale within a month, they could continue to exist.
One month was enough time for Ron to leverage his advantage as a transmigrator.
"Hehe."
Ron looked desolate, took the sword offered by the knight in front of him, and gave a self-deprecating smile: "With the people's hearts scattered and the capital fallen, today's predicament is all my own doing. Rest assured, although I don't have the courage of my Late King of Rah and brother, I still have the resolve to preserve the Rah Kingdom's last dignity."
"Before that..."
Ron paused, his downcast eyes full of regret: "I want to be alone and quietly repent to my Late King of Rah and my brother, and to the warriors I caused to die."
"Your Majesty has no need to repent. The Late King of Rah, Prince Aenor, and the warriors all died defending the Rah Kingdom; it has nothing to do with you."
The knights were indifferent to Ron's request after his "realization," showing no intention of leaving the hall.
Tsk...
These guys are indeed not easy to fool.
Seeing that there was no room for discussion, Ron could only appeal to the person at the entrance of the hall.
"Is it really alright for you to just watch like this?"
At the entrance of the hall, a girl in a nun's habit faced the hall. Her left hand held a book three centimeters thick, and her right hand held a quill, writing something in the book.
Her name was Keltia, the Saintess of the Radiant Church, and also the referee for the third War of the Gods.
Upon hearing Ron seemingly speaking to her, she looked up at Ron, her eyes indifferent.
Then she lowered her head again.
"If you help me get rid of these annoying guys, I can agree to what you asked for last night," Ron continued.
"Is that true?" Keltia suddenly looked up, staring at Ron in disbelief.
"Of course."
"How can I trust you?" Remembering Ron's cunning nature, prone to going back on his word at any moment, Keltia couldn't help but frown.
"I can go get the marriage contract for you right now." Ron stood up, intending to walk down the hall, but was stopped by the knights.
"Your Majesty Ron, there's no time left."
It was still that cold remark.
Ron, blocked, looked helplessly at Keltia.
..."I'll only give you thirty minutes."
After a moment of silence, Keltia's indifferent voice came.
The next second, the knights in front of Ron were enveloped in a brilliant golden light screen and pushed aside.
"Thank you."
Ron thanked her and left the hall with somewhat hurried steps.
"Your Majesty Ron!"
"Saintess, what is the meaning of this? Let us go quickly."
"The Radiant Church is not allowed to interfere in the struggles of the War of the Gods. Do you know what the consequences will be if you do this?"
