I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

The Rama Royal Palace wasn't as magnificent as outsiders imagined; instead, the dreary gray walls exuded an extremely solemn atmosphere, and the milky-white steps lacked any sense of nobility, resembling more a path leading to the execution ground.

This scene was quite fitting for Ma En's current predicament.

This young man from the countryside was now standing before the steps, although he had no shackles on his body, bizarre stone slabs engraved with various mysterious patterns floated beside him.

Dozens of different restraining forces were applied to him in various ways.

At the same time, he was surrounded by four fully armed Silent Guards, with eight Royal Palace guards standing further away, ready to decapitate Ma En at any moment, and two black-robed shadow mages following him out of sight.

And in the shadows, there were many observers that Ma En couldn't even detect.

"Enter," the Royal Palace guard's voice was like a whistling mountain wind.

Ma En walked to the door, all the guards watching him, but they all stopped several meters away from the steps, seemingly having a kind of inexplicable awe of the palace.

Ma En pulled open the heavy black metal door.

The scene that greeted his eyes surprised him somewhat.

A curtain made of countless golden threads blocked his view; these threads were not interwoven with each other, nor were they entangled by anything, simply scattered behind the door.

Ma En lifted the threads and walked in.

More threads, more dazzling gold.

The palace behind the curtain was like the nest of some giant spider, with dazzling golden threads everywhere, obscuring every angle Ma En could see, even the ground was covered with gold threads, like thick snow.

"Your Majesty the Forger?" he asked hesitantly.

A crisp tapping sound came from directly in front of him.

One tap, two taps, three taps...

This sound pointed out the direction to Ma En like a chime, allowing him to lift his feet and step over the heavy obstacles made of golden threads, constantly moving forward, and as he got closer and closer to the location where the tapping sound came from...

A black shadow appeared behind the golden threads.

The black shadow's right hand was holding a hammer, constantly striking the golden threads in front of it.

Every time the hammer fell, the tapped threads glowed with a red light, as if instantly heated to high temperature, but Ma En did not feel any change in temperature.

Seemingly noticing the visitor, the Forger's black shadow raised its head.

A dignified and solemn voice echoed throughout the palace:

"I heard you brought back the princess's body."

Ma En opened his mouth, wanting to explain the specific situation.

But what squeezed out of his throat was a dragon's low roar.

Then, Ma En felt most parts of his body begin to heat up; if someone marked these heated areas, they would find that the irregular pattern looked like some kind of liquid splashed on Ma En.

Countless sharp small hard pieces wandered under Ma En's skin, ready to drill out at any time.

At this time, Ma En suddenly understood how the princess turned into an evil dragon; this was some kind of constantly spreading curse, and perhaps the princess was not the first victim of the evil dragon.

Next, Ma En's fate was also obvious: he would turn into an evil dragon in front of the Forger, and then be easily killed by the intruding Royal Palace guards with extremely swift efficiency...

Bang.

A crisp tapping sound rang out, shattering all imagination of possibilities.

Silence.

The dragon blood that was originally boiling in Ma En's body suddenly became quiet, as if encountering a natural enemy, instantly shrinking back to the deepest part of his body, avoiding the dangerous creature that made this sound.

"Bloodstain," the Forger said solemnly, "The Pioneer died at its hands, and his daughter also died under this curse, which is a death very befitting his character."

Ma En deeply exhaled, feeling his body return to calmness.

The Forger's dignified voice carried a hint of mockery:

"Bloodstain should have been lost among the dragons for a long time, but I once warned the Pioneer not to let dragon blood fall on his body; obviously he did not listen to my words.

"With just a little attention, he wouldn't have been caught."

Listening to the Forger's tone, Ma En could feel that the other party didn't seem to care much about the life and death of his brother.

The Forger continued:

"What's even more foolish is that he brought his daughter with him, which should be the real important reason that led to his complete death; although they, father and daughter, are complete bastards, I have to admit..."

"He really loved his daughter."

Speaking of this, the Forger raised his head to look at Ma En, who had recovered:

"Did you think I would be very angry?"

Ma En had already realized that the Forger's attitude was different from what he had imagined:

"I originally thought so."

The Forger's tone had a bit more contempt:

"The Pioneer is my brother—this statement was spread by himself; he knew that I wouldn't care about such rumors, and he said this just to conceal his true identity.

"The Pioneer is just a mediocre work of mine."

Speaking of this, the Forger's tapping frequency paused, raising his head to look behind Ma En:

"I don't really care that he's dead, what's really important is this ball of thread in front of you.

"Even in my past and future, it is a masterpiece that can rank fourth."

Somewhat bewildered, Ma En tentatively asked:

"What are these threads?"

The Forger, hidden behind the threads, smiled:

"Accurately speaking, this is not entirely my work, the guys who really created it are all dead, I'm just perfecting this terrible weapon, but the extent of my transformation of it is enough to be called creation.

"And the Rama Empire outside is the plate that I forged to hold this masterpiece.

"As for the Pioneer, he is at most the pattern on the plate."

Ma En didn't quite understand why the Forger was saying this:

"Then why did you go to save the princess?"

The Forger nodded slightly:

"You asked the right question, although the Pioneer is just a pattern on the plate, he is also a very important pattern; it doesn't matter to me that he's dead, but I need a successor.

"That's why I need his daughter, she has also received the training to become the new Pioneer.

"But now that she's dead, I won't punish you; I'm different from the Pioneer, I'm not a tyrant, I will still fulfill your wish, but after all, you brought back her body.

"It shouldn't be too much to ask you to make a small compensation, right?"

Ma En asked:

"What compensation?"

The Forger said:

"The Rama Empire needs a ruler; you now are very similar to the Pioneer I first met, both kind-hearted, brave, and strong young men; if you agree, I can make you the new king.

"In addition to power and wealth, I can also give you strength, strength comparable to the Pioneer.

"How about it? Are you willing to 'stay' here?"