At this critical mont.
Aiven still harbored a tiny sliver of fantasy in his heart. When he opened his eyes, they didn’t imdiately look at the person lying beside him but instead stared intently at the not-so-unfamiliar ceiling above.
Wallpaper adorned with elents like tulips, knots, and swirling patterns, accompanied by a luxurious gilded ceiling.
Without a doubt.
He was now one hundred percent certain that this was Liweina’s bedchamber! And the person lying beside him could only be...
Aiven already felt his mind buzzing.
Just as he was about to turn his head, with a sense of impending doom, to face the grim reality like a true hero,
he was shocked to find that he couldn’t control his body at all. Even the act of just opening his eyes was rely the body’s normal reflex.
With a two-second delay, his gaze slightly shifted.
Finally, he saw soone lying beside him, looking to be in her early twenties, slightly more mature than the titled knight "Rose Crown" Liweina whom he had just glimpsed.
Her Majesty the Queen was resting her head on his chest, boldly revealing her plump and exquisite body.
She extended a slender jade-like finger, drawing circles over and over again on his broad and solid chest, her beautiful lake-green eyes brimming with laughter.
At this mont, the queen’s luxurious golden-red long hair, which was initially coiled atop her head while she slept, was now lazily draped down. Her upper body’s boundless allure looked even more bewitching under the cover of her cloud-like hair.
Soone couldn’t help but scream internally: ’Who the heck can resist this?!’
Then he noticed the Navy Marshal’s uniform torn to shreds on the floor, a white wedding dress carelessly tossed to the side, and the lingering, intense scent of hormones in the bedroom—evidence of only one night’s vigorous endeavors.
It wasn’t hard to guess what had occurred earlier.
Evidently, I... am not right!
While Aiven was racking his brains trying to figure out what had happened to him, "his" body turned to the queen and suddenly said, in a voice deep yet filled with undisguised affection:
"My most beautiful queen, after last night’s antics, do you still have so much energy?
Today we have to convene a new round of battle etings in the Upper House to decide on the second phase of the offensive plan against the Hilus Empire.
If the ’Overlord Disqualification Plan’ progresses smoothly, it may only take another two or three years to change the occupant of the ’Sea Monarchy’ throne."
Liweina, however, wrapped her arms around Aiven’s waist as if trying to ld her smooth body into his, her smooth legs intimately rubbing against Aiven’s under the thin quilt.
She coquettishly said:
"No, let them wait. Since I succeeded to the throne, those old stubborns have been urging and urging to get married, non-stop!
You, you little pervert, just a Guardian Knight, yet you had the audacity, just barely an adult, to push down your headmistress and lord. We’ve spent so much ti apart, and even finish our tasks lacklusterly.
It’s the perfect ti now, while you advance to a titled knight and we have the wedding, to stay off the front lines.
Our most important task right now is to quickly give the Phaletis Kingdom a splendid heir."
The Queen, as she spoke, lifted her head from Aiven’s broad chest and once again placed her sweet, crimson lips upon his.
Click-click...
’I didn’t do it, I’m not, Liweina don’t talk nonsense!’
Could the person capable of such monuntal achievents be ? Is it possible that I woke up the wrong way?
However.
Though he hadn’t fully figured things out yet, a phrase involuntarily popped into Aiven’s mind: ’Spring nights are short and the days rise high, henceforth the king will not attend morning court. Indulging in pleasure with no ti for leisure, spring follows spring night after night...’
No, wait, it seems like I’m the, um, "indulging in pleasure" one?
Then, Aiven saw Her Majesty the Queen, with her stunningly flushed cheeks, flipping over onto him, her delicate hands holding his face as she softly spoke.
"Alright, alright, I know it was a grievance for you to change your surna to Phaletis. Didn’t I promise you, as long as we have a second child, you’ll inherit the Grand Duchy of the Galliot family?
So, petty man! Quick, take initiative!"
"Weina...."
"Hmm? Naughty Aiven, how many tis have I told you, when I’m on top, you have to address as Your Majesty the Queen!"
Liweina lowered her head, rolling her eyes at her husband, yet with eyes as seductive and enchanting as silk.
Aiven didn’t speak further but responded to her with action.
Squeak...
So this is the real Liweina...
Although Aiven couldn’t control this body at all or intervene in any way, all his senses could be entirely shared.
Through the mind-numbing intoxicating stimulation, and the breathless conversation that followed between the two, the connection between Aiven’s two souls was finally gradually opened, and another indistinct mory gradually fused into him.
"Now it’s actually... my other tiline?!"
After taking a few seconds to swiftly digest these mories and understand what happened, Aiven’s "expression" beca extraordinarily splendid.
In this tiline, his life trajectory initially mirrored exactly, until it diverted from "Leon’s Witchcraft Notes."
He didn’t obtain that notebook, nor did he et Milan, let alone embark on the path of a wizard. Though he also saved Angie, he eventually delivered her to the "Black Iron Cross Church," where she beca a Holy Professional.
Later, at sixteen, he beca the Guardian Knight of Crown Prince Liwina, reversed the roles with his lord, and leveraged this relationship to be taken as a disciple by the "Rose Sword Saint."
Step by step, his strength and status increased, until he beca the youngest Navy Marshal in the history of the Phaletis Kingdom. Not long ago, he took the "Seven Gods Ladder" and was promoted to a pure Titled Knight!
No wonder his senses were much duller than his counterpart on the main tiline; like his sister, he had beco a pure Fierce Warrior.
Of course, the biggest change was this:
Though strong and capable of tearing tigers and leopards alive on this tiline, he clearly had a weak stomach in the current favorable situation... As they say, ’A woman thirteen years older offers the world’?
Cough, worthy of , even if relying on softness, I’m still the best in the world.
The current ti is the spring of Sea Origin Calendar year 200, but the world’s progress is far behind Aiven’s main tiline.
Despite the favorable situation for the Tulip Alliance, the Hilus Empire still hadn’t completely collapsed.
However, under this Navy Marshal Aiven’s leadership, Phaletis had started building "Ironclads" thodically, while the Evil God’s conspiracy remained hidden.
As ti passed, the process in the Material World gradually advanced, with Aiven’s consciousness from the main tiline coldly observing.
Ti advanced to the spring of 202, the sa ti when Aiven originally entered "Behind the Door."
Due to their wholehearted efforts, the deeply beloved Her Majesty the Queen finally... announced her pregnancy.
But just as the nation was celebrating.
Around Aiven, everything including humans, animals, plants, and buildings began to rapidly collapse and disappear into void, as if hit by Two-Dinsional Foil.
Yet everyone seed oblivious.
When Aiven’s consciousness reawoke.
Swish!
Just as his eyes opened, a steel knife cruelly pierced his chest.
"Uh..."
As he fell back into darkness, he realized with a stunned expression.
This was another tiline when Grandpa Leo led him to escape from Black Stone Town, and they were caught by Earl Wright’s n and killed with a single slash.
Before even having a chance to awaken the mories of his previous life, he died prematurely on his journey.
Since then.
Aiven experienced thousands upon thousands of lives and tilines, so spanning years, others rely fleeting monts.
But the essence of the Tier 5 "Truth Embodint" allowed him to perfectly process and integrate these mories without personality dissociation or utter madness.
This situation continued for an unknown period.
The integration of tilines accelerated, and Aiven’s vision beca increasingly blurred...
In the end, he saw a girl with radiant silver long hair wearing a pure white wedding dress, looking like a holy angel.
She stood in front of him, earnestly saying word by word:
"I walk alone in the human world, and you, like a god, generously cast light upon . From then on, my world was illuminated. But what I love is you, not your glowing form.
Please, let be your angel, just for you, okay? Old...
At that mont, an emotionless chanical voice suddenly spoke in Aiven’s ear:
"Beep! Ti lines have been streamlined, please activate ’Mythical Form’ to initiate the shelter procedure!"
Aiven imdiately snapped out from countless lives, understanding that if he activated "Mythical Form" he wouldn’t be able to leave, so he urgently cried out:
"No!"
Boom—!
In a montary daze, Aiven returned to the deck of the "Sea Soul," but accidentally stepped into thin air.
He was simultaneously supported by Olivia and Liweina, who stood beside him, and they asked with concern:
"Aiven, what’s wrong?"
"Don’t worry, I’m fine."
After stabilizing his footing, Aiven imdiately activated the "Eye of Profound Wisdom" to swiftly check his body, but found nothing unusual.
With a sweep of his eyes over his adventure team mbers, he realized that except for him, no one seed to have experienced the tiline convergence.
The wizard’s inquisitiveness surged, and he fell into deep thought.
’Is this the power of the "Möbius Ring"? What is the purpose of streamlining my tiline? If I had activated the "Mythical Form" at that ti, besides being trapped, what changes would occur due to these tilines?’
In both Aiven’s previous and present lives, there was this theory that as long as people lived in this world, every different choice they made would create different tilines.
That is, parallel universes that don’t interfere with each other.
But now.
He unexpectedly accessed parallel worlds, possessing countless mories and lives of himself. In different parallel universes, he had different identities, experiences, powers, influence, outcos... and wives.
Thinking of this, Aiven couldn’t help but glance sowhat guiltily at the won surrounding him.
There was no more ti for him to indulge in wild thoughts, as Annie, taking the lead as the warrior, suddenly pointed at the one o’clock direction from the "Sea Soul" and exclaid:
"Look at the mountainside over there, what is that?"
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