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The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking by Mu Su Li 木苏里

Many years ago, a young man named Kevin was entrusted with the task of looking after the young master (turned out to be the heir to the throne) during spring break. Kevin had barely entered the reserve army, and he was not looking forward to spending his vacation babysitting a spoiled child. However, Kevin soon found that he had underestimated the boy. The young master (aka the prince) was arrogant and demanding. Kevin retaliated and made the young master’s life a living hell. Kevin was constantly inquired of the boy’s beck and call, and he was often subjected to the Kevin’s antics. Many years later, Kevin, the Commander of the Bronze Army who ‘just came back to life,’ returned to the royal city, and the person in charge of power had already changed. His close friend gloated: “Silly; I heard that you had beaten His Majesty several times when he was still seven-or-eight years old.” Kevin unconcernedly said: “The old account had passed so many years ago. He must have forgotten already.” Oswald: “The person you all thought highly of was a shadow-like childhood existence to me.” Kevin choked on a mouthful of red wine in his throat. Oswald propped up his chin, absent-mindedly said: “But now, the power I held was already above his. How should I retaliate then…?” Kevin: “…” Q: Long time ago, I had beaten up a brat. The brat became the top boss now. How long could I still live? A: After a good meal, you could go on your way.

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Chapter 65.1

The difference between a group of people recovering their sanity and those who do not recover is almost non-existent.

They had been bewitched to the point of complete confusion and lost control of their behavior. Even though Kevin had forcefully interrupted the bewitchment, they were already frightened by the conversation between Melo and him, causing them to let go and stop.

Some of them, such as Ian and the Imperial City Ranger, who were familiar with Kevin, had their eyes fixed on him and were in a state of panic.

After watching for a while, they lowered their heads, took two steps forward, and then peeked over again.

Just as Kevin was about to speak, everyone gasped and stopped moving, waiting for him to speak as if they were about to fall over at any second.

Kevin: "..."

Oswald, who followed Kevin with four paws, was considered well-behaved in comparison.

"Fafa! Hug!" Sinia was the only one in the group who was completely unaffected and poked half of her body out of Ian's arms to give Kevin a hug.

Kevin turned his head and saw the little girl beaming with such joy that her eyes were mere slits. She reached out her arms to him.

Ian pulled her back and apologized to Kevin. However, he was unable to say anything when he remembered Kevin's godly identity.

Kevin didn't mind. He raised his hand to take Sinia's arm, nodded at Ian, and said, "Let me hold her for a while. You follow close behind."

Ian: "..."

Kevin held Sinia in his arms and nodded at Ian before continuing forward.

The old man's eyes rolled back in his head, and he was about to fall to the ground. Sirius' tail caught him by the coattails, and Peter, the commander of the Imperial City Patrol Army, stepped forward to steady him.

The emperor averted his gaze from Kevin and glanced at Ian with a smirk. "Going to faint? You have potential."

The emperor had clearly forgotten that who was the one had thrown himself into the sea in shock just a few moments ago.

But overall, Ian was still more promising than most other people.

While others were struck dumb by the sight of God, Oswald's thoughts were far more daring.

"Oh my god, I almost fell in love with you, God..."

No one else in the world would have dared to think such a thing, but Oswald was not afraid. He knew that he was a coward, but he also knew that he was not the only coward in the world. In fact, he was surrounded by cowards.

And this gave him a strange courage. It was a courage that came from knowing that he was not alone. It was a courage that came from knowing that even the most cowardly of people could be brave when they were surrounded by other cowards.

This courage allowed Oswald to calm down quickly. He knew that the others were just as afraid as he was, and this knowledge gave him the strength to face his fear.

The emperor reflected on his actions in a broken jar. He had done what he should have done, and he had also done what he should not have done.

What could the God of Light do to him?

He had already lost his temper with God twice. Was he supposed to go and apologize, saying that he had been in a polite heat and that he should just pretend that nothing had happened?

The emperor snorted inwardly. "Keep Dreaming!"

Some people are tough not because they are so strong that nothing can threaten them. Even God would not say that. They are tough because they become more courageous as they get frustrated.

Some people are either silent dog leashes or silent perverts. The handsome emperor obviously belonged to the latter category.

He felt that his body and mind had been elevated in this kind of psychological stimulation, like jumping off a building. His resistance to shock had been improved to a higher level.

Oswald thought to himself, "The God of Light is the God of Light. He's dead anyway. Since that's the case, I might as well push my luck a little bit."

With a naturally indifferent expression, Oswald glanced at Kevin, then turned his head away in displeasure.

Oswald's paws twitched twice, as if he were a master commanding his servant. He stood imperiously close to Kevin, his snow-white fur brushing against Kevin's waist.

Kevin held Sinia in his arms, his eyes narrowed as he glanced at Oswald. He snorted, "Your courage has grown back, has it?"

The words were spoken with a casual air, but the underlying threat was clear.

Oswald feigned deafness and muteness, as if he had not heard the bastard's mockery.

In a state of panic and confusion, the crowd followed Kevin to the Mirror Island. They did not know what to expect.

The air was thick with the scent of fear, and the sound of people's voices was muted by their own terror.

The world around Oswald was a frozen tableau. The sea was a sheet of glass, reflecting the sky like a mirror.

The ships in the harbor were encased in ice, their masts reaching up to the heavens like jagged teeth.

While walking towards the Mirror Island, they realized that it was not solely built of ice and snow, as there were flowers and trees frozen within the ice, and even the birds had been frozen in mid-flight, their wings outstretched as if they were trying to escape.

The vegetation covered with ice and snow showed signs of life, as branches still had half-open flower buds.

At the beginning of the path, one could faintly see that the grass was still fresh and the tree buds were still tender.

As they walked further, the vegetation covered in ice and snow gradually became more lush, and some branches were still adorned with half-open flower bones.

The scene was alive with movement, as if the ice and snow were melting. The low grass blown by the wind could still bend to the ground, and the branches stepped on by birds would bounce briskly.