102 The kings were changing faster than one could change a girlfriend. 

To unify the West Blue, he can't bypass the World Government. 

He is explicitly forbidden from attacking other countries. 

Since now is not the time to clash with the World Government, he must find other ways

But that doesn't bother Lynch at all. Early the next morning, he set off for the Kingdom of Willis. 

The Kingdom of Willis is the largest country in the West Blue besides Lynch's empire, with a population of over 10 million.

Before the old king could get up from his concubine's bed, Lynch easily sneaked into the palace.

As long as he wanted to, it would be just a snap to destroy the palace without letting the guards discover it, but he would not do that.

Arriving at the throne, Lynch took out the cursed emerald he won in yesterday's lottery and placed it into the gap of the throne. 

[Item: Cursed Emerald – It brings unimaginable misfortune to its holder, making it nearly impossible for ordinary people to resist its temptation. Host is immune.]

After setting it up, Lynch left and returned to his empire to await the results.

…

At eight in the morning, the old king of the Kingdom of Willis slowly walked into the room, his belly leading the way.

The old king is nearly sixty this year, but he is not a waste. The fact that he can sit in this position well until now proves that he has certain political skills.

To ascend to the throne, he didn't hesitate to kill his eldest and third brothers and imprison his father. 

Later, by treating his people well and rewarding his heroes, he led the kingdom to expand its territory and reach its peak, earning him the reputation of Emperor Willis.

"Plop~"

The old king sat on the throne, and the emerald Lynch had hidden earlier popped out, rolling to the ground. 

The old king's eyes subconsciously rested on the emerald, and his eyes widened.

"Could this be... the treasure hidden by the previous kings?"

The emerald seemed to possess a kind of magic, and as the old king picked it up, his eyes filled with greed. 

"Come here! Place this emerald in my crown immediately."

…

A week later, Lynch received news that the old king of Willis Kingdom actually choked to death on food while eating.

After the death of the old king, the eldest prince successfully ascended the throne.

Lynch smiled slightly, patted Garrett's butt, and asked her to change positions.

It was just a matter of time now.

…

After the eldest prince ascended the throne, he noticed the crown his father had left behind. The emerald on it caught his eye, and he couldn't resist putting the crown on his head.

…

Five days later, news came that the new King Willis had stepped on a banana peel and fell to his death.

Lynch couldn't help but be impressed. The cursed emerald was even more powerful than he had imagined.

With the physical fitness of people in this world, the chance of stepping on a banana peel and falling to death is more difficult than winning a 100 million lottery ticket.

But it's not over yet. Lynch needed to wait for a puppet king he could control completely.

After the eldest prince's death, the Willis Kingdom didn't rush to choose a new heir.

The palace ministers split into two factions: one supporting the third prince and the other backing the sixth prince. 

To compete for the throne, both sides engaged in a series of open and secret conflicts.

Finally, a month later, after the sudden deaths of the second and third princes, the sixth prince successfully ascended to the throne. 

Three days after becoming king, the royal family announced that he had succumbed to an old illness. In reality, he had slipped, fallen into a manure pit, and drowned.

Three kings died in a row, and each one of them died in an outrageous way. Everyone realized that something was wrong.

The royal family brought in exorcists and bounty hunters to investigate, but they found nothing unusual.

The people of the Willis Kingdom were stunned. The kings were changing faster than one could change a girlfriend. 

In just two months, there had been four different kings.

The day before, the country was draped in white to mourn the former king. The next day, red decorations filled the sky. 

Within a week, white paper money was floating around again. But the mourning didn't last long—less than half a month. 

Power is something people fight fiercely for.

With most of the direct royal family gone, the two younger brothers of the old king, who are also the current grand dukes, began a power struggle with the 17-year-old ninth prince.

Three days later, one of the Duke emerged victorious and became king. 

A week after his ascension, he died in a terrible accident, falling from the fifth floor and suffering fatal injuries from multiple fractures.

The last Grand Duke, a knowledgeable scholar, who didn't want to die early, decided that the Ninth Prince should become king despite opposition. 

He ignored the resistance and arranged for the Ninth Prince to ascend to the throne.

He controls everything behind the scenes. 

After receiving a report from his subordinates, Lynch realized the opportunity had arrived. That night, he found the Ninth Prince sleeping soundly.

"Crack!" 

Thunder flashed outside the window, waking the Ninth Prince. He saw Lynch standing by the bed and was nearly scared to death. 

"Gu..guar…"

Just as the Ninth Prince was about to call for help, Lynch covered his mouth and threatened, "If you don't want to die, don't scream."

"Yeah, yeah." The Ninth Prince nodded quickly.

"My hero, I am just a puppet king. The real power lies in the hands of my uncle. I think you have found the wrong person."

"You don't know that the throne is cursed. No king lasts more than a week. If I could escape, I would! Please, take me away, hero!" 

As soon as Lynch released him, the Ninth Prince began to complain. 

A king who can't survive more than a week—it's a death sentence!

In his dream just now, he even dreamed that his father and two dead brothers were waving to him.

He was still young, not even 18 years old, and he really didn't want to die.

"I have a way for you to survive and stay in charge, but you must follow my instructions from now on," Lynch said seriously.

"Okay! As long as it keeps me alive, I'll do whatever you say!" the Ninth Prince replied eagerly.

"Here, take this," Lynch said, handing over a pill.

The Ninth Prince picked up the pill and threw it into his mouth. After eating it, he remembered and asked, "What did you give me to eat, hero?"

"Poison."

"Ah?" The Ninth Prince was near tears. "My hero, you gave me poison when I'm already on the edge of death!"

"As long as I'm here, you won't die," Lynch said calmly, satisfied with his plan.

Being young makes him easy to control, and his impulsive nature means he's not too thoughtful—perfect for a puppet. 

"Take the antidote I give you every six months, or you'll die from the poison."

"Wow~"

Heavy rain poured outside the window, hitting the glass with a cold patter. Lynch walked out alone.

"Big brother, where are you going?"

"To kill." Lynch replied and disappeared into the night.

In the dim room, the Ninth Prince shuddered as he watched Lynch's figure disappear. Was that person really not a ghost?

An hour later, Lynch returned to the room, with scarlet blood dripping from the heart of his demon sword.

"The opposition is gone. I'll give you a month to take control. Don't disappoint me."

Lynch's ghostly voice echoed, making the Ninth Prince tremble as he glanced at the bloodied sword. 

He could never have imagined that his powerful uncle might have fallen on this rainy night.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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