Glorious God Throne

“They’ve gone mad! They’ve all gone mad!”

The intense gunfire penetrated through the thick iron door of the basement. Faint cries and screams could be heard. Kahn and his two sons huddled trembling in the basement, their faces still bearing expressions of shock, anger, and disbelief.

Even though local public security had never been peaceful, and armed robbery gangs were not uncommon – as one of the most backward and chaotic small countries on Blue Star, darkness and evil had long taken root in this soil, growing alongside the nation – such unrest and danger in the past had ultimately been aimed at the humble commoners. As a country that had not yet shed its feudal atmosphere and where bloodline theory prevailed, these dangers had never threatened him, the honorable Viscount.

This country, even as it entered the industrial age, had never abandoned its faith in deities or its reverence for bloodlines. They believed in the existence of ancestral spirits, that those of noble blood were born noble, blessed by ancestral spirits for generations, while those of lowly blood were sinners in their past lives. The latter were meant to engage in the lowest work, endure everything – only thus could they wash away their sins and enter reincarnation with a clean slate, praying for good fortune in their next life.

Under the shadow of such ideology, the submissive people accepted their fate, while those of noble blood did as they pleased. Such a frenzied attack on a nobleman was beyond Lord Kahn’s comprehension!

Unless these people had already given up everything, completely disregarding the terrible revenge that awaited them, and not caring about falling into the netherworld after death, suffering for generations with their bodies full of sin.

Lord Kahn, who had “hit the jackpot”, was so angry his voice trembled.

This was undoubtedly a provocation against him.

“Those lowly people, those lowly people… how dare they…”

On a rare family outing, vacationing at a suburban manor, they suddenly encountered an attack by a gang of armed bandits. This group seemed to have planned in advance, who knows how many days they had lurked outside the manor. Under the sudden attack, the few guards they had brought could barely hold them off. Kahn himself and his two sons took advantage of the guards’ delaying tactics to hurriedly hide in the secret room deep in the back garden.

Just thinking about the castle manor that had been carefully maintained by his family for generations, now probably being ruthlessly destroyed by a mob of rioters, the precious collections he hadn’t had time to secure likely already destroyed by those ignorant lowlifes, Lord Kahn, who had been lording over this area for over thirty years, felt a suffocating pain in his heart. He instinctively clutched at his chest, unable to breathe.

Never before had anyone dared to challenge his authority like this!

Anger, heartache, shock, and some unspeakable fear, all churned together in his heart. Add to that the soreness in all his fat from the intense activity, and Lord Kahn, who had barely made it into the secret room, felt dizzy and started to collapse.

“Father! Father! Are you alright?”

The two sons, faces pale with fright, quickly ran over to support him from both sides.

But just as they reached out to help Lord Kahn, these two young masters, their bodies hollowed out by wine and women, clearly overestimated their strength. Not only were they unable to steady him, but they were also crushed by Kahn’s enormous weight. The three of them stumbled backwards and fell to the ground!

Bang!

“You two useless fools!” Kahn took a long while to recover from the pain of nearly breaking his tailbone. Angrily, he swatted away the arms of his two sons as they tried to help him again. He pushed himself up using the wall and the ground. “Useless waste!”

The two sons immediately shrank back, not daring to speak.

Kahn couldn’t be bothered to look at these two useless fellows again. He turned his gaze towards the iron door of the basement.

The design of this secret room was extremely covert. There were no lights inside, only a few strange gems embedded in the corner of the wall, emitting a faint light in the extreme darkness.

The light illuminated a tall, thin silhouette by the iron door. He was crouching at the entrance, extremely alert, seemingly listening to the movements outside while occasionally glancing back at the three of them, clearly in a posture of full vigilance and protection.

Kahn quietly let out a sigh of relief.

These two useless sons were predictably of no use at all, but fortunately, he wasn’t completely without a capable person by his side!

Lord Kahn was extremely satisfied with this butler whom he had personally chosen and kept by his side for five years, both for his intelligence and quick wit, as well as his unwavering loyalty.

Speaking of which, although this young man was about the same age as his sons, setting aside their status, Kahn knew full well that his two sons combined were no match for him.

Just like during the sudden attack earlier, those two fools could only shout and scream, while this young butler was able to quickly regain his composure after the initial panic and lead the father and sons to escape immediately.

But in this country, noble birth was the greatest asset. For those born lowly, no matter how capable they were, there was an invisible ceiling hanging over this country, the limit of what they could achieve. This young man was good in every way, but he just lacked that bit of luck!

Being able to serve as the highest-ranking butler by Lord Kahn’s side was already infinitely close to the peak this young man could climb to.

For this very reason, Kahn felt at ease using him. He even had plans – such a young man of extraordinary talent who couldn’t rise due to his lowly bloodline would be perfect to assist his foolish sons, whichever of the two idiots it might be. For this, he didn’t mind appearing more tolerant and kind, to gain wholehearted loyalty in return.

“Alai, come here!” The Lord Kahn, known locally as greedy, lecherous, cruel, and cold-blooded, took a breath to calm the anger and fear surging in his heart. He called to the young man by the metal door in the kind tone of an elder addressing a junior, “Hey, lad, don’t stand guard there like a fool!”

The young butler turned back vigilantly. In the dim light of the basement, his deep blue pupils were like star stones settled in darkness. He hesitated for a moment.

He shouldn’t have hesitated. Usually, he never showed the slightest hesitation towards any of Lord Kahn’s orders.

But now, he clearly showed hesitation he shouldn’t have had.

“My lord…” He responded hesitantly, taking steps towards the father and sons while unable to resist looking back at the iron door, “Outside…”

Lord Kahn clearly saw what he was worried about. The slight displeasure that had just risen in his heart immediately dissipated, and a fleeting smile of satisfaction flashed across his face.

“Don’t worry, Alai. It’s safe here.” Looking at this loyal young man, his voice became even more gentle, with a tone of unique pride, “Those lowly people can’t possibly find their way here! This secret room is the result of several generations of our family’s efforts, designed by several masters…”

The young butler, having set aside his worries, came to stand near the father and sons. He seemed to pay no attention to the envious and displeased glances from the other two, only stopping a few steps in front of Lord Kahn, lowering his head slightly as usual, looking loyal and submissive – if anyone were to burst in through the iron door, his posture ensured he could protect Lord Kahn immediately.

“There’s no need to be so tense now.” Kahn was satisfied in his heart, and this brutal lord showed a rare benevolent side, “Those rioters don’t have the ability to open the secret room. After ransacking the place and failing to find anyone, they’ll leave with the gold, silver, and jewels. All we need to do now is wait quietly…” At this point, a flash of cruelty gleamed in the folds of fat on his cheeks, “Once we’re free, these lowly people will taste their just desserts! The ancestral spirits will never bless these vile sinners!”

The young butler stood quietly before him, his tone firm and strong. “Yes, sinners must face their retribution!”

Thinking about the fate of those people, Kahn’s anger and heartache finally eased somewhat. He had already started arranging punishments for those audacious rioters in his mind…

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a huge explosion erupted outside the metal door, startling the two useless sons whose faces turned pale as they almost jumped up and huddled together. The door of the secret room began to shake violently, as if hit by a fierce wind or washed by a tsunami!

“Bang bang bang bang bang!”

Following that was the sound of countless rounds of ammunition being fired. This sound was almost deafening, stirring up a storm of shock and fear in the hearts of the three!

“Don’t panic! Don’t panic!” Amidst the gunfire, Lord Kahn shouted at his two sons who were already wailing in terror. His voice was loud and strong, “This door is made of special metal material, mere gunfire and ammunition can’t possibly…”

Bang!

Another loud noise, and the tightly closed metal door burst open.

Someone rushed in.

A thick, pervasive smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Lord Kahn’s mouth gaped open. In the smoke that instantly filled the secret room, his composed expression twisted into one of shock and disbelief. “This is impossible…”

His mind had never raced so quickly as it did at this moment. In a flash, he seemed to realize a possibility.

Given the material of this door, it couldn’t possibly be easily destroyed by firepower, unless there was a problem with the door itself, that it wasn’t in its most perfectly sealed state…

And the only one who had the opportunity to tamper with it…

Lord Kahn suddenly looked at the person in front of him.

“…It’s you!”

The man standing before him let out a soft sigh. At the same moment, the dark muzzle of a gun pointed towards Lord Kahn and his sons.

The young butler raised his head, the curve of his mouth growing wider, his eyes colder than ever before.

“I regret to say, my lord,” his tone still sounded respectful, “I had thought I would stay by your side longer, collecting more damning evidence… Unfortunately, none of that is necessary now.”

As he finished speaking, the dark muzzle of the gun took aim…

“No! Wait, wait! Why…”

Bang!

An angry mob engulfed the bodies on the ground. The hatred long suppressed in their hearts wasn’t cleared away with death. They vented freely, using every means at their disposal.

The young butler had somehow already walked out of the crowd. He silently watched the frenzy before him, as if observing an inevitable fate.

“Sinners must face their retribution…”

“—This is the will of the Skywalker.”

Leaving the dim basement, sunlight poured down. The shadow at his feet stretched forward continuously, merging with the darkness from the basement. The outline of that shadow seemed to deepen.

…….

“The weather is so nice. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such warm sunshine.” On the balcony of the thirteenth floor, a pale and beautiful woman wrapped in a deep red coat leaned against the glass door. Her face was very white, and the exposed wrist from her sleeve was excessively thin. Her whole being exuded an unhealthy, sickly air, but her eyes were beautiful, as if all her vitality burned within them. A single glance could almost draw in one’s soul.

“It’s a pity, I won’t be able to enjoy this sunshine for much longer.”

The man crouching on the ground gazed up at her adoringly. Hearing this, his expression immediately became agitated, “No, Xiao Yun won’t die…”

“Shh, don’t make noise, don’t disturb my sunbathing.” The woman patted his face, her lips suddenly curling into a smile. “Don’t you love me? Can’t you live without me? Prove it to me…”

The woman leaned forward slightly, the sunlight shining from behind her, her slender and beautiful shadow covering the man.

“Watching me die while you’re left alone in this world must be very painful, right?”

The expression on the man’s face gradually changed, showing pain.

Her voice in his ear was as soft as a whisper.

“Why don’t you die first?”

“I will watch you constantly, right until the end.”

Under the loving gaze of his beloved, he fell from the high-rise, plunging towards the abyss, into death.

…

In the deep night, at a table by the window, a hand opened an old notebook. Lines of writing appeared on the pages.

After a period of use, this Puppet Master’s diary had undergone special changes, gaining many extraordinary features.

For instance, regarding the actions of certain Shadow Council members, as long as there was a certain causal connection to the Shadow Council, and as long as Bai Yi wished, it could be presented in vague, brief text in the diary.

In that instant, it was as if he could connect through the omnipresent shadows to the shadows deep within those people’s hearts, reading the fleeting inner voices existing in the depths of their minds.

Bai Yi watched the continuously appearing text.

It was the action trajectories of new members from all over the world.

[…Sinners must face their retribution. Those who impose baseless sins upon others will be consumed by their own sins, choosing their own path to destruction.]

[…In the name of love, anything can be done. Then, dying for me, you must be willing too, right?]

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