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"Yes!"
The Hyena, standing on the steps, didn't say another word. He immediately bolted toward the edge of the island at full speed.
The new King of Nassen was far too terrifying. They were absolutely no match for him. Besides, Ron was already dead, and the explosive device in his head had already been removed by Daodiao.
So why not take this chance to break free from Behemoth once and for all? With his strength, plenty of factions would be more than willing to take him in. There was no need to continue serving Behemoth.
Seeing the strongest among them escape, the rest naturally stopped hesitating. They turned and sprinted off the island as fast as they could.
The first priority was to escape this horrifying place.
Behemoth's soldiers fled, and the infiltrators disguised as soldiers from other factions didn't dare linger either. They joined the stampede, rushing toward the edge of the island.
The mission to destroy the Divine Tree was already impossible. Anyway, Behemoth had suffered even heavier losses and would never be able to claim the Divine Tree.
In a way, their objective had indirectly been achieved.
The ultimate purpose of destroying the Divine Tree was simply to prevent Behemoth from obtaining it and using its power to stir up trouble.
But if they didn't leave now and ended up being mistaken by the new King of Nassen as Behemoth's people, only to be killed, it would be a tragic and laughable way to die.
Zhang Chulan and his group thought the same. Even though they knew George had recognized them and treated them with special consideration, this wasn't the time to strike up a conversation.
So, just like the others, they prepared to leave the island. The All-Purpose Company's warship was still waiting outside the island, ready to pick them up.
Yet, just as they took only a few steps, a magic array suddenly lit up beneath their feet—and in the next instant, they vanished from the spot.
"King, I wish to join Nassen Island and become a Nassen Guard!"
Seeing Behemoth's soldiers run away, White—who was standing beside Nassen Guard Li—suddenly walked up to George and knelt down with deep reverence.
He had practiced black magic for many years and had always believed that powerless ordinary people were inferior beings. He thought sorcerers should rule over them, not integrate into their world.
But everything changed when his good friend Tabber joined forces with ordinary people wielding modern weapons and utterly defeated him, shattering his pride. From then on, he became disheartened, feeling as if life itself had lost its meaning.
Yet today, on Nassen Island, before the King of Nassen, he finally saw what true power really was.
Armies, firearms, attack helicopters, battleships—none of them mattered. Before the King of Nassen, all of it was worthless.
In the face of absolute strength, every weapon created by those so-called inferior beings was nothing but a joke.
And on Nassen Island, there were no such inferior beings—every native born here possessed abilities. This aligned perfectly with his beliefs.
So he decided to devote himself completely to Nassen Island—to live with the King as his model, his faith.
"Not bad. I can feel your heart. From now on, you will be the tenth Nassen Guard of Nassen Island."
George placed his hand on White's forehead, pouring the Divine Tree's power into him, transforming him into one of the island's guardians.
Traditionally, Nassen Island could only have nine Nassen Guards. That was because the former king could only sustain nine; any more would have been too great a burden.
But George was different. His strength already surpassed the Divine Tree itself. If he willed it, not just nine—he could easily support a thousand Nassen Guards.
Besides, White was one of the top experts in this world. Recruiting him as a Nassen Guard ensured the island's safety even while George went into seclusion.
That was also why George hadn't killed him immediately. He wanted White to see firsthand how effortlessly he could crush modern weapons.
"Come. Let's return to the palace hall. There are still some friends I need to meet."
Having sealed White as a Nassen Guard, George vanished from sight, teleporting straight back to the throne hall of the palace.
Only then did the other Nassen Guards, who until now had still been frozen in shock, disbelief, awe, reverence, excitement, and exhilaration, finally react.
One by one, they followed and teleported back to the palace hall.
"This is what a King should be."
So thought Li Mumu, the former King of Nassen and the last to vanish with her grandfather, Li Muxuan.
Back when she was Nassen's ruler, she had been powerless. Even when she threw herself into the fight, she couldn't secure the island's survival. She called every faction for help, yet none were willing to stop Behemoth.
In the end, she had no choice but to fight Behemoth to the death, fully prepared to die.
But after George became King of Nassen, he didn't even need to rely on the Divine Tree's power, nor did he require anyone else's help.
With his strength alone, he swept away all invading forces, protecting both Nassen Island and the Divine Tree.
This was the true meaning of the King of Nassen she had always envisioned.
A true King of Nassen wasn't someone who needed the Nassen Guards and countless islanders to risk their lives protecting him, but someone strong enough to protect the island and its people on his own.
"Zhang Chulan, long time no see. How have you been lately?"
George appeared on the throne of the palace, waving casually at a still-bewildered Zhang Chulan.
When Zhang Chulan saw George, his face immediately broke into a wide grin.
"Ah, Brother Jin, it's been a while! Thanks to your blessings, I've been doing very well, very well indeed."
He truly was doing well these days. After learning about Feng Baobao's background, he no longer had to chase after the mysteries of the Thirty-Six Thieves and the Eight Magical Arts.
Now he could peacefully work for the company in his district—mediating disputes between small alien groups, arresting petty criminals who broke laws and rules.
Sometimes, he didn't even need to make a move. Just by giving directions, Sister Bao'er could complete the tasks perfectly.
His bosses were still the familiar Xu San and Xu Si, and his salary was decent.
In his free time, he focused on training to improve his strength.
Even this mission—teaming up with temps from other districts to come to Nassen Island—wasn't particularly dangerous.
Their orders were to adapt to the situation: cause trouble for Behemoth if possible, retreat immediately if things got risky.
Outside the island, the company's warship was always on standby, carrying newly joined members like Zhuge Qing and the Biyou Village aliens, ready to support them at any moment.
"You've got ability. You're a smart man—you should know why I deliberately kept you all here."
George smiled. Even if they hadn't struck a deal, someone with Zhang Chulan's wit and adaptability wouldn't have had a hard life.
Zhang Chulan's eyes flickered.
"Brother Jin, you're looking to cooperate with the company, aren't you?"
It wasn't just him who was left behind—several of the temp workers had been as well. That much made the intention obvious.
"Correct. I'd heard about Nassen Island, so I came to take a look. Who would've thought I'd accidentally end up becoming the new King of Nassen?
Since I'm King now, naturally I have to consider the island's future. I should at least secure some benefits for my own nation."
George waved his hand, and in an instant, a row of chairs appeared in front of Zhang Chulan and the others, complete with tea and snacks.
"Sit down. Let's eat and talk."
"Accidentally becoming King of Nassen—Brother Jin, you sure are careless."
Zhang Chulan muttered under his breath, but without hesitation, he sat down and started helping himself to the snacks. The others followed suit.
Except for Feng Baobao, who also dug in casually without a care, the other four sat stiffly and properly.
They weren't familiar with George, and after what they had just witnessed, none dared to make even the slightest wrong move, afraid of provoking his wrath.
(End of Chapter)