Chapter 198: First Kill Reward—Magic Fortress!
Watching the Revolutionary Army leader slowly shake his head,
Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a trace of admiration. He smiled and asked,
"Overthrowing the World Government has always been the Revolutionary Army's goal. Isn't it a good thing to achieve that in the most natural and effortless way?"
"I don't know…"
With only Fang Yi present—
no devoted Revolutionary soldiers, no powerful enemies—
there was no need for Dragon to maintain the constant illusion of unshakable conviction. His eyes were filled with undisguised confusion.
Yes.
His goal was to overthrow the World Government—a regime ruled by the World Nobles.
The Revolutionary Army had once been born from a militia of farmers,
those who could no longer survive, banding together to rise up against the tyrants on their island.
But what happens after the king is overthrown?
Those who rebelled didn't know.
The Revolutionaries didn't know.
Even Dragon didn't know.
So they simply replaced one ruler with another—
hoping this time the new king would be wise and benevolent.
But after a while…
Dragon would always receive reports—
those once-wise kings inevitably became corrupted tyrants.
Falling into desire and power, harming the civilians they once vowed to protect.
So then, what should be done?
He rejected the Tyrant Dragon King's path of dictatorship,
but had to admit it was deeply tempting.
With enough strength and the near-immortal lifespan of dragonkind,
he could reshape the world by his own will. No one would dare defy him.
Every king who dared exploit the people would kneel before him.
Or there was the Fate Pattern path—
letting destiny guide him to follow the next Joy Boy, waiting for the legend to fulfill itself, and toppling the World Nobles almost effortlessly.
But then—
what purpose would the Revolutionary Army serve?
The harder Dragon tried to reason it out,
the more it felt like he couldn't breathe.
Like he was sinking into a bottomless sea, his body and soul slowly drowning.
"I don't know… but…"
Kneeling on one knee, panting heavily,
Dragon raised his head, and his eyes regained their steadiness.
"But I do know this:
The World Government is wrong.
Dictatorship is unacceptable.
And the people of this world shouldn't be ruled by fate."
The pirate world, after all, was composed of isolated islands.
Rich in resources and overflowing with Origin.
Even under the worst of rulers, those lands could still feed their people.
It was the enormous burden of the Celestial Tribute
that crushed the commoners and threw the world into hardship.
So no matter what—
the World Nobles must be destroyed.
As for "fate"? Nonsense.
In that video, Fate could have directly birthed the White Tiger Pattern and overthrown the tyrant empire.
Instead, it waited centuries—allowing corruption and suffering to flourish,
until thousands had died before a single "Fate Hero" appeared,
making the lives of the commoners little more than cannon fodder to glorify these "chosen ones."
If it took 800 years to create a Joy Boy to liberate the world,
what's to say there wouldn't be a "Celestial Dragon Hero" to rebuild tyranny?
Dragon wanted to seize fate with his own hands.
A little bitter, he suddenly laughed:
"The Revolutionary Army's goal is to build a world where both slaves and commoners can be free.
So after we overthrow the Government, let everyone decide what comes next.
No fate. No dictatorship.
Let every idea and belief clash—let the people guide the future."
"I respect that."
Fang Yi liked players with strong convictions—those who couldn't be easily swayed.
That meant no matter what happened,
they would pour everything into hunting corrupted monsters, driven by ambition and the desire to fulfill their ideals.
"So, honorable Merchant… I'd like a prize that allows everyone to grow stronger."
That was Dragon's final decision.
He didn't want power for himself alone. That path would eventually lead him to become like the Tyrant Dragon King—cold, detached, and feared by all.
If everyone could grow stronger, they could keep him in check.
His fellow Revolutionaries—those who were willing to fight for slaves and commoners—
he didn't want to leave any of them behind.
"Of course. Otherworlds have many systems for shared growth."
Fang Yi thought of several.
For example—
in magical worlds, Faith Power.
By elevating Dragon into a false god, the Revolutionaries could worship him and gain strength through belief, becoming warriors empowered by devotion.
Or in cultivation worlds,
special techniques that allowed the powerful to plant seeds of strength into others, rapidly boosting their growth.
But all of these had one thing in common—
Control.
The weak lived or died at the whim of the strong.
A form of disguised dictatorship.
Fang Yi smiled:
"Very well. Let your will guide you—spin the wheel, and destiny will give you its answer."
He had no intention of choosing the prize for Dragon.
Even though he already had a few fitting items in mind,
that didn't mean they would truly suit the Revolutionary leader.
No matter how eloquent Dragon's words were,
there was no guarantee he wouldn't lose himself to power and rot from the inside.
Dragon frowned. "I don't like fate."
"Unlike the pirate world, where destiny is fixed,
the Reincarnation Game's fate depends entirely on your will.
As long as you're firm in your belief, it will bring you what you desire."
"Well… with a bit of luck."
Fang Yi chuckled.
Once a player made a strong decision, the Rune of Fate would respond—
refreshing options that aligned with the deepest path in their heart.
As Dragon returned from the Time River fragment,
those around him blinked in confusion. He seemed to disappear for half a second—then reappeared.
"Let's begin."
As soon as Dragon spoke,
the massive wheel suspended in the sky began to spin.
Everyone looked up, nervous.
"Damn it!"
Doflamingo's forehead bulged with veins. He wished it were his hand on that wheel.
"The Revolutionary leader… what a shame he's not a sword cultivator."
Mihawk, eyes sharp as blades, stared at the prize wheel with regret.
If Dragon had been a swordsman, they might have seen a higher-tier sword technique appear.
Everyone held their breath.
Fang Yi comforted them:
"Relax. Even the worst result on this wheel is still worth a fortune."
The right to spin after killing a Lord-tier boss was bait designed to drive players to risk their lives—
so naturally, the reward wouldn't be weak.
Even the worst prize was a high-tier, five-figure item.
The wheel slowed.
The pointer changed color based on the quality of the prize—
finally stopping on a section glowing with radiant silver.
[Congratulations! You have drawn the silver-tier prize: Tier 1 Magic Fortress!]
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