As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 209 The original time traveler (5)

Ron, who was originally in a relaxed mood, gradually lost his smile and his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

Right in front of him was a piece of yellow paper that could be used as a quilt when spread out.

On the paper, there are a few thick and thick characters:

"Damn, what on earth am I going to do?"

Written in Chinese characters!

Just like when he saw Archibald's notes for the first time, that row of Chinese characters brought an extremely exaggerated impact to Ron. The entire spacious study room was extremely quiet, and only Ron Heavy breathing and pounding heartbeats kept echoing in his ears.

Chinese character?

Why do Chinese characters appear in the study of the Last Twilight King?

Could it be that this so-called last Twilight King is actually a time traveler like Archibald?

Now Ron has grown a lot compared to his former self. He quickly adjusted his mood and calmed down. He even closed his eyes slightly to allow his heartbeat to return to normal.

After a few seconds passed, Ron opened his eyes again and continued to stare at the text in front of him, his brows knitted together.

If this last Twilight King is really a time traveler, then he should be the first time traveler in the Twilight Continent?

He entered this world even before Archibald.

I wonder if Archibald, known as the Blasphemer, knew that there was another senior who entered this world before him.

His fingers rubbed the words on the rough yellow paper. The fonts were skewed and the strokes were in a ferocious order. Just from here, it can be seen that when he left these words, the mood of the last Twilight King must have been very confusing, even angry.

After staring for a long time, Ron crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside, then reached for another paper ball.

Open one by one.

The content written in the paper balls is similar, and it seems that the last Twilight King did it purely to vent his anger. Some papers don't even have any words at all, just chaotic lines.

The most exaggerated picture, with ink drawn on it, twisted circles one after another, like a whirlpool, exuding desperate madness.

Checking these things, there was nothing gained except knowing that the last Twilight King was in a bad mood. Ron reached out to a notebook next to him.

It's a stack of notebooks.

The notebook is huge.

Each notebook is like a bed. Even if Ron wants to pick up these notebooks, it takes a lot of effort.

There were nine notebooks in total, all with Arabic numerals on the covers. Ron easily found Notebook No. 1 and opened the first page with difficulty.

"I come, I see, I conquer - the 366th Twilight King Fitzgerald stays!"

"Anyway, let's write something down first, so that it looks more stylish."

Ron smiled bitterly as he looked at the text on the note. Although he didn't know who the original traveler was, when you stole the famous sayings of Caesar, your dignity was lost... maybe... To the ears of people in this world, it feels grand and majestic, but for the younger generation of time travellers, like us, I just want to say, don’t use Bilian!

"Actually, I didn't want to write a diary originally. After all, no serious person should write a diary. This thing is a piece of black history. You never know when you will be holding the diary and squirming like a maggot on the bed."

"But, let's write it, otherwise I'm afraid that it won't be long before I send back all the knowledge that bald Chinese teacher taught me... I can hardly remember what I and my parents look like. I don't want to Even these words have been forgotten.”

"In short, I am a time traveler. It's a very cliché plot. I stayed up all night in an Internet cafe, staggered about to go home in the early morning, but a car that ran a red light suddenly jumped out, and I was knocked away... Well, I actually don’t know who was running the red light between me and the car. If it was me who ran the red light, then I’m sorry for causing trouble for the driver." "Anyway, after the car accident, I was sent to To another world.”

"Who can imagine how I feel when I am only eight years old and look at my three-meter-tall body? I am eight years old!"

"I went through a long period of panic and confusion, and gradually I figured it out. I traveled back to a game I once played. To be precise, it was more than 8,000 years ago during the time of the game. I was very lucky. Yes, the possessed guy is the prince of the Twilight Dynasty, and he is the only prince of this generation. In the near future, I will become the Twilight King."

"This is really a good identity. Although there are no games to play, it is really great to be able to travel through time and become a prince. I have never dreamed of living this kind of life, leading a bunch of losers and walking like I don't recognize my relatives. Bullying men and women on the street..."

"However, before I had time to live the life of a second-generation playboy, I soon discovered a terrible problem. I am a member of the royal family of the Twilight Dynasty... My appearance is not much different from that of normal humans. I have arms. It has legs, a nose, and eyes, except for being a little bit bigger..."

"If that's all, I can still live a life of bullying men and women. I'll just be older when I'm older..."

"However, the civilians of the Twilight Dynasty are obviously different from the royal family. Although the civilians also have tall bodies, arms and legs, their bodies are covered with long manes... God, you know, when I am on the street How do you feel when you see those hairy women? What I want is a beauty, a beauty, not a female King Kong."

Ron had a strange look on his face, and he expressed deep regret that the great ideals of the first generation of time-travelers had collapsed halfway.

Those women from the Twilight Tribe escaped the fate of being raped because of their thick hair.

"But it doesn't matter. There are other races in this world, such as humans, elves, and beast-eared girls... As long as they are beautiful, I like them all. I am not picky about food. Except for the Dusk tribe, all other races are slaves. How many of them can I find? A beautiful slave, this is nothing to the Twilight Prince."

Ron felt that the preferences of this first-generation time traveler were very similar to his own, and he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy. After all, he also had the same fraternity.

"Human women who are 1.67 meters tall, more slender elf beauties, sexy orc girls... I admit, they are really beautiful, I can feel the impulse in my body, but I can't do anything, just like you Looking at the figures on the shelf, they are very exquisite and beautiful, but they can only be looked at, not used."

"I looked around and found that the only women who matched my aesthetics were my older sister, younger sister, and... my mother, aunt... Oh, God, what kind of hell is this?"

Ron's mood was very solemn at first, but when he saw this, he really couldn't help but laugh heartlessly.

The experience of this first-generation time traveler cannot be described as bad.

The civilian women of the Twilight Tribe are so hairy that they cannot be touched. The elf and human beauties are too small to be touched. The only ones who are aesthetically pleasing and have the right size are either sisters or elders...

This can no longer be described as hell.

"Okay, okay, I give up."

"The skills I have developed on earth have not been lost. I will get over it after a while."

"I swear that I will never marry in my life. This terrible Twilight Dynasty should be extinct. Although in this case, I may become the last Twilight King, a king who has subjugated his country. This title is really bad."

"Wait a minute, the last Twilight King? Could it be that I am the most twilight king of the Twilight Dynasty recorded in the Twilight Temple? Will I be wiped out by all the major races and gods?"

"Are you kidding? Although I hate this terrible world, it doesn't mean I want to die."

"Although it's terrible to live by crafts, there is hope as long as you live. After all, this is a world where gods and magic exist. Maybe there is some kind of magic that can make my body smaller. Then I can...hehehe... …”

"There should still be several decades before I inherit the throne. As the only male in the royal family, my status cannot be shaken by anyone. There is no need to worry about anything. In short, let's make some plans first and see if I can avoid being destroyed. Destiny, for happiness, come on Zhou Yang, you can do it!"

　Chapter 5 presented.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)