Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"That's right, the Undead Black Scripture is what I gave you. It was one of my collections because it was of no use to me, and I saw your interest in Death Magic, so I decided to give it to you."

Under Noah's gaze, Wayne admitted his actions, but Terramus still showed a skeptical expression, clearly still confused about Wayne's identity as the Undying King.

"You really are the Demon King?"

"Yes."

Having been interviewed by Noah once, Wayne, in order to dispel the doubts of the young dragon before him, offered,

"If you don't believe it, I can take you on a tour around my Kingdom."

"Alright."

Terramus, who did not know what humility was, agreed outright. He wanted to see for himself how a living creature could become the ruler of millions of undead.

"Father, may I?"

After agreeing, Terramus looked at Noah and asked immediately.

"If you want to see, then go see, but after seeing, you must bid farewell to your nephew."

"You've come to take me away?"

"Yes, you should take a break for a while."

Thus, Terramus, who was initially thrilled to wander the Great Graveyard with his nephew, became a bit distracted, even though this time was unlike any of his past explorations.

Because this time, there were no undead attacking him, and many legendary undead appeared to pay their respects, more precisely, to submit to his nephew in front of him.

"You really are the Undying King, unbelievable. How did you do it?"

When the distracted young dragon saw more and more legendary undead appear, and even the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan knelt before his nephew, his attention finally returned, feeling deeply astonished. There was nothing similar recorded in the Dragon Clan's heritage that he knew.

"Of course, it's because of your father. Without your father, I couldn't have reached my current position."

"Related to my father?"

"Yes, it's a long story. Are you interested in hearing it?"

"If you're willing to tell me, then of course, I'm willing to listen."

"But your father is still waiting for you."

"I've waited for him for eleven years."

Terramus responded.

"Haha, then let me tell you how I became the Undying King."

Seeing Noah, Wayne, who had been frustrated several times, couldn't help but laugh, then happily began recounting his journey to becoming the Undying King step by step.

He hadn't felt such joy in a long time, and more importantly, he hadn't met anyone with whom he could speak as an equal in a long time, and the young dragon right beside him happened to be such a presence, so he didn't need to maintain the majesty of a king.

"You actually managed to integrate yourself into the City of Undead by your abilities."

Upon learning about Wayne's rise to power, Terramus couldn't help but exclaim,

"You're amazing, nephew!"

Originally feeling flattered by his great-uncle's offspring's praise, Wayne was quite pleased, but upon hearing himself being called nephew, the smile that had just blossomed on Wayne's face disappeared instantly,

"...With the fall of the Immortal King, I became the most powerful existence in this Great Graveyard. I can say that the reason I reached this point is inseparable from your father. If your father hadn't intervened to help me, it would still be the era of the Immortal King."

"But you've also worked hard enough, and you are very outstanding!"

Even though he knew that the source of his past eleven years of hardship was the junior before him, Terramus understood that it was all his father's orders, and he couldn't blame his nephew. He admired and revered his nephew's deeds.

"You are also very excellent, and you have already begun to master the knowledge in the Undead Black Scripture. You're actually more suitable to be the Undying King than I am. What do you think? Are you interested in succeeding me?"

"You don't want to continue?"

Terramus felt a bit confused, because as far as he understood, the Undead Kingdom is the supreme ruler of the northern polar regions, and even the Elf Court of Central Earth is very wary. Why would anyone be willing to let go of such power?

"Do you think you're the only one who wants to leave this graveyard?"

Wayne stopped and looked at the young dragon behind him,

"You have only been here for eleven years, but I have been here for half a century, and I don't know how much longer I must stay here, an endless stretch of time. This graveyard, for me, is a gigantic prison."

"But aren't you the Undying King? There shouldn't be anything in the Great Graveyard that can constrain you. Whenever you want, you can leave."

Terramus had witnessed the power his nephew held in the City of Undead, daring to boldly wander with him, even if those legendary undead cast strange looks, not a single one dared to question.

"I can indeed leave, but what happens after I leave? Freed from my constraint, the Undead Calamity would break out again, and I can't sit idly by and watch such a disaster happen because of me."

"No wonder my father chose you as the Undying King."

"So, do you want to succeed me?"

"I'm still too young. I can't decide for my future self now, so when I'm capable of succeeding you, you can ask my future self then."