A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Gallan didn't dare to stay on the road anymore, fearing that he might encounter some bad luck again, he ran back to the small palace by the crescent pool at the beginning.

Because he ran too fast along the way and was exhausted, he stood beside a huge gray-white column, propped one hand on the column, bent slightly to pant, his sweaty face was slightly red.

He was panting for breath when two teenagers were talking and passing by him together. When they saw him, they stopped talking.One of them glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, showing disdain, and turned his head arrogantly, as if he was too lazy to look at him.And the other boy with a round face was better, he came over to look at him with sympathetic eyes.

pity?

Somewhat inexplicably, Garlan looked down following the gaze of the round-faced boy, and then saw half a footprint on his sideways clothes, and suddenly realized.

That's right, those little kids who were beaten away by him kicked him a few times at first when he wasn't paying attention, so they left footprints on his clothes.Come to think of it, those brats should have often bullied him in the past, and everyone here knew it well, plus his current look of panting and sweating, in the eyes of others, it might be him He was bullied again, so the round-faced boy showed that kind of sympathy when he saw him.

"Tal and the others bullied you again?"

"..."

No, this time they were bullied by me.

Although he thought so in his heart, Garlan was really too lazy to explain, and he was not in the mood to deal with this passerby, so he simply lowered his head, pretended to be sad and kept quiet.

The round-faced boy looked at the boy who was a head shorter than himself with his head down and didn't speak, and felt more and more pitiful for him.Although this child was also born noble and belonged to the collateral blood of the royal family, but because of his skin color, he became a different kind among them.

Although he is white and tender and cute, which makes people feel good at first glance, but after this child came here, those who came first looked down on him secretly, thinking that the blood of the lower-level nobles on his body confused the royal family Bloodlines almost always isolate him overtly and secretly.And the one who came first took the lead, and the other teenagers who came after him also looked down on him.

This child was born to be very stubborn, and when he was bullied, he showed an arrogant expression and ignored him, which made others even more angry, so he was bullied even more severely.

Everyone took it for fun to bully this kid, and no one took him seriously. Whose family here is not a royal family, and they are not afraid of causing trouble at all.Moreover, the child was so young, and with his skin color, it was obvious at a glance that he was just here to make up the numbers, and it was impossible for him to be selected as the king's younger brother, so they bullied people even more recklessly.

The round-faced boy looked at Garlan with a look of pity in his eyes, a kind of condescending sympathy for charity.Garlan could tell at a glance, so when the boy came to express his kindness, he didn't answer.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the round-faced boy felt more and more cowardly about this kid, and at the same time looked down on him, and felt even more sympathetic.He directly raised his hand and stuffed a piece of bread in his hand, and said, "The meal time has passed, and you don't have any past now, so take this as a cushion tonight."

The bread was originally taken by him after eating, and he was going to go back to feed the birds. Seeing how pitiful the child was, he gave it to him.

No food to eat?

Garlan was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that after suffering a series of bad luck, the sun had already set.

After thinking about it, he didn't refuse, and took the bread from the other party.

He is cute, his big eyes are like gemstones, he looks obedient when he purses his lips and does not speak, standing there, holding a big bread with his two little hands, he looks like a little pet, dyed Khan's light golden hair softly sticks to the milky white cheeks, that small appearance looks pitiful and cute, even the young man who didn't like him at first couldn't help but glance at him, but The round-faced boy who handed him the bread even patted his head.

"It's good to endure this day, it will be over tomorrow, and you can go home."

After saying this, he didn't say much, and left with his companions.

Whether he, his companion, or others, they didn't take this child seriously at all.They all decided that the title of Wangdi would definitely not fall to this impure child.

Hearing this, Garlan's heart skipped a beat.

What does this person mean... Tomorrow is the time to select the younger brother from among these young candidates?

He suddenly became anxious.

It was too fast, and he didn't have time to do anything.

Do you have to go directly to the examination room tomorrow?

He is unprepared now, he is going to take the exam naked, and he can't find a way to make a surprise attack before the exam. How could he be selected as the king's younger brother in this state?

Thinking of this made his head dizzy.

Is it about to fall into the sand without even taking the first step in the Long March?

Garlan thought bitterly.

If he cannot become the younger brother, he will not have the right to inherit the throne.

Without the right of succession to the throne, he could not have ascended the throne.

If he does not take the throne, Heymus will probably take it.

In this way, the trajectory of fate cannot be changed, then his mission will still fail, the country will still be destroyed by the wrath of the gods, and he will still be cursed by the gods, unable to grow up for life after life...

In this way, even if he returns to his original world, he will not live long.

Because it will die before.

The blond child opened his mouth, aww, took a hard bite of the long bread in his hand, and chewed the bitten bread like Heymos.

While biting the bread, he walked to his room in deep thought.

No matter what, he must find a way to become the younger brother.

Once unselected...

The child paused as he bit the bread.

He suddenly stopped on the spot, motionless, his mouth still maintained the weird posture that he had just bitten down and didn't bite off.

And his pupils shrank violently at this moment.

...if not selected?

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If you are not selected, you cannot become the younger brother.

If you are not the younger brother, you will not have the right to inherit the throne.

This strange thought flashed through his mind, and Garlan felt his heart beating violently.

Subconsciously, he held his breath.

If he doesn't have the right to inherit the throne...Heymos...is there any reason to kill him?

Garlan gripped the long loaf of bread tightly in his hands, almost breaking it with his fingers.

His eyes lit up at this moment, and he seemed to see a ray of dawn that was ignited at this moment in his originally doomed bleak future.

No more.

There was no reason to have to kill him.

He is not the king's younger brother, without the right to inherit the throne, Heymos will not kill him——

Then, he can live!

...............

Gallan excitedly felt that this approach was very possible.

The so-called unsurvivable curse was imposed on him by the gods after the kingdom was destroyed.In other words, he does not have this curse on him now, in this life.

The reason why he died in the previous four rebirths was that he was killed because he competed with Heymos for the throne, and he was not killed by a curse.

And from the start, he had no interest in fighting for the throne.If it wasn't for the voice telling him that if he couldn't correct his fate, he wouldn't live long, and he wouldn't be doing this kind of thing that he wasn't good at at all.

From the beginning, his purpose was just not wanting to die.

If it was just to not die, then, in a different way of thinking, now, he has another way to keep himself alive.

As long as he is not the younger brother, he will not compete with Heymos for the throne.

Then, in this world, as Garlan, he would be able to live peacefully as an ordinary collateral blood of the royal family.

He is no match for Heymos.

Garlan is well aware of this.

Not because of ability, but because of desire.

He lacked Heymos' terrible desire.

He didn't know the reason, but he could see that Heymos had an extremely strong desire for the throne even if he destroyed everything.

An obsession bordering on madness.

That kind of crazy obsession allowed Heymos to stain his hands with blood without hesitation, stepping on the corpses of stumped limbs and broken arms, walking on the road paved with white bones, and walking on the blood-stained throne .

And he couldn't do it.

He can't beat this madman.

So, time and time again, he can only be defeated.

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Thinking wildly, Garlan had already returned to his own residence.

He was lying on the bed, staring straight at the roof in a daze.

To be honest, he really didn't understand what the so-called gods thought, why did they insist on letting him sit on the throne?Why did the so-called destiny have to make him the king of this kingdom?

He has always felt that, in fact, Heymos is more suitable to sit on that throne than him...

A powerful, ambitious and lustful king is not a bad thing for the kingdom.

Moreover, although outsiders have heard that Heymos is cruel and will definitely become a tyrant in the future, Garlan, as an opponent, knows that Heymos' cruelty and violence are only aimed at the enemy, and that person has never hurt ordinary people. people.

On the wide bed, the child nestled on the soft bed closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

So be it.

he thinks.

He can't beat Heymos, so stay away from Heymos.

He doesn't have the ability to correct his fate, so he can only ask the envoy to find his other reincarnations to complete this task.

Heymos, after tomorrow, you will become your younger brother, and I will return to my hometown.

In this life, you and I have nothing to do with each other.

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Ah, what a beautiful day.

Standing in the courtyard, the morning sun is bright but not too harsh, and the cool night wind blows over the crescent-shaped pool water, bringing a little moist breath and gently passing under the sky.

The child bathed in the sun raised his head to look at the boundless blue sky, his pale golden hair fluttered softly like catkins, reflecting a faint golden luster.

Now that he has made up his mind to give up the throne, Garlan naturally has no pressure. He stepped on the steps and looked at the white or lavender hyacinths swaying in the wind by the pool. Stretching his hands, he felt very good.

Even the expressions of other people around him either ignoring him or looking at him with disgust can't affect his good mood.He didn't think there was anything to care about with those brats, anyway, after today was over, except for someone who probably had to go back to their respective homes, he didn't know if he would meet again in this life.

Garlan, who had already begun to think about how to avoid revealing his abnormality in front of those "family members" after returning to his 'home', did not notice at all that some of the teenagers who looked at him glanced behind him, showing a look of fun eyes.

Suddenly someone bumped heavily from behind, knocking him staggering.

And there happened to be stone steps under his feet, and if one of them failed to stand firmly, the whole person fell down.

As soon as Garlan raised his eyes, he saw that fat, heavyweight man standing on the steps and sneering at him.

Fatty.

He cursed in his heart, closed his eyes, and sat still.

However, just when he was ready to fall on all fours in shame in front of everyone, he didn't fall to the ground.

When he staggered down the steps, his back hit someone.

Then, a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and supported him.

Garlan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to thank the person who supported him.

As soon as he turned his head and saw the person behind him, his eyes widened, and the words of thanks got stuck in his throat.

At the same time, before he could react, his body lightened, and his whole body was hugged.

"Are your feet still hurting?"

The voice of the boy in the voice-changing period was a bit hoarse and not pleasant, but his tone was gentle.

Garlan, who was picked up, looked at the familiar face in front of him, as well as the golden red eyes looking at him with questioning eyes, and his mood was very complicated for a while.

Now, there is still light in these golden-red eyes, but after eight years, these eyes will be completely immersed in darkness, like hell.

Garlan couldn't help but think about it.

In these eight years, what exactly happened to turn the young man in front of him into a cruel and ruthless demon?