This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous Chapter 972 - 972 459 Prodigy of the Heaven

972: Chapter 459: Prodigy of the Heaven 972: Chapter 459: Prodigy of the Heaven On an uninhabited island in the Pacific Ocean, the Son of Heaven sat atop a giant rock at the edge of a cliff, gazing at the glittering sea.

Under the setting sun, the ocean rippled with circles of golden ripples, while the afterglow of the setting sun spread across the sea, tinting the horizon with hues of orange-red.

A few seabirds flew across the sky, bringing wafts of salty sea breeze.

“How beautiful…”

The Son of Heaven couldn’t help but sigh.

How long had it been since he last watched a sunset so intently?

It seed that ever since becoming an adult, he had been nothing but busy, busy learning and exploring, busy socializing and networking, busy pondering all sorts of matters, with his schedule always packed to the brim, never having any ti truly to himself.

Looking at the round orange-red sun on the horizon, the Son of Heaven suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

Long ago, when he was still a young boy, he had seen a sunset just as beautiful while studying at a Monastery.

Back then, the head of the Monastery would always gather the children in the backyard during sunset to tell them various legends and stories of historical figures, among which King Arthur of Britain was ntioned the most.

“…

It is said that Arthur had hair shiny as the sun, a voice even more lodious than that of a Bard, and erald green eyes.

He strictly adhered to the knightly virtues, was kind, righteous, humble, benevolent, courteous, and at the sa ti capable of independent thought, an almost perfect Knight…”

“…

In the end, as a squire, Arthur pulled the sword from the stone in the presence of the clergy and many Knights, becoming the new king of ancient Britain and leading the Knights of the Round Table to overthrow the domineering rule of Ancient Ro…”

The head of the Monastery stood in front of the flower bed, speaking unhurriedly about the legend of King Arthur, while the children sitting on the grass below listened with rapt attention, unaware of ti slipping by.

“…

During King Arthur’s reign, he supported the weak and aided the poor.

Under his wise and valiant leadership, Britain experienced unprecedented unity and strength, fostering a thriving nation.

Thus, King Arthur was known as the ‘Eternal King’…

Even now, there is a rumor among the people that when Britain faces crisis, King Arthur will once again pull the sword from the stone, leading his people towards the future…”

The head of the Monastery adjusted his bifocals and looked down at the exuberant group of children, smiling, “So, would anyone like to try pulling the sword from the stone?

Perhaps the heir of King Arthur is among you!”

The children imdiately beca excited upon hearing this, chattering noisily and vying to speak, then ran toward the stone pillar in the backyard.

Embedded in that stone pillar was a Knight’s Sword, the blade sunken into the stone, with an inscription carved on the hilt: “Whoever pulls this sword out shall be the king of Britain.”

“I’ll go!”

“I’ll go first!”

“Then it’s my turn…”

“No cutting in line…”

…

The boys ran to the stone pillar, noisily but efficiently lining themselves up, each taking turns to leap onto the stone platform, eager to pull out the Knight’s Sword.

However, even though the boys turned red in the face from exertion, straining with all their might, the sword in the stone remained immovable.

The children weren’t annoyed though; if it didn’t co out the first ti, they would simply join the line again to patiently try over and over, all hoping for the miraculous mont when they could pull out the sword from the stone and beco the ‘king’ among the children.

While the children were thoroughly enjoying themselves, the head of the Monastery walked towards the corner of the flowerbed, where a handso boy sat alone on the steps, engrossed in a book, out of place with the joyous atmosphere afar.

“Eyns, why don’t you give it a try?” The Monastery head sat down beside the boy, his face a picture of kindliness, and smiled, “You, just like King Arthur, have beautiful blond hair and green eyes.

Maybe you could pull out the sword from the stone!”

Upon hearing this, the boy simply turned his head and gave the head of the Monastery an impassive glance, then looked at the ‘Sword in the Stone’ surrounded by children in the distance, and said without emotion, “It’s so fake.”

“What’s so fake?”

“King Arthur, the sword in the stone, they’re all just fabrications by humans, they never really existed.”

The boy looked up at the nearby stone pillar: “As for that sword, it’s nothing more than an ordinary Longsword embedded in concrete.

Even if soone could pull it out, it would only prove that they are strong enough to manually break concrete, and it wouldn’t an anything else.”

The Monastery head’s expression turned awkward for a mont, a wry smile forming as he said, “You do see things clearly…

But since you understand so much, why do you always arrive on ti for the stories about King Arthur?”

This question finally made the boy pause, and after a mont, he frowned and said, “It’s puzzling, I know it’s not real, yet I’m still fascinated by the characters in the story, coming again and again to listen…”

The head of the Monastery smiled with satisfaction, “Child, do you greatly admire King Arthur?”

The boy looked at the old man, confusion in his eyes, “I’m not sure if this could be called admiration, because King Arthur doesn’t exist.

No one can always uphold the knightly virtues as he did; he is a perfect being that resides only in the imagination of mankind…

However, I want to try to beco the real King Arthur, to beco the strongest among mankind, and eliminate the domineering forces and oppression in the world, to beco a king acknowledged and respected by all, absolutely just, leading humanity through future tumultuous changes, carving out their own path…”