Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Dragon Raja: History Simulator

Author: Autumn is Over

Summary:

Travel through "Dragon Raja" and obtain a history simulator

In Roman times, it was the fortress of war that faced the scourge of God.

The Han Dynasty was a time when the chosen ones challenged prehistoric civilizations.

The Tsarist era was a millennium-long plan for a dynasty that would last for ten thousand generations.

In ancient times, was it a matter of genetics or divine mandate?

……

"There can only be one emperor in this world."

The Emperor of Rome, the Emperor of Han, the Emperor of Russia, the Emperor of the World, the King-Consort of Jormungandr, King of the Earth and Mountains, Wang Anzhi, stood on Mount Rushmore and proclaimed this to the whole world.

Chapter 1 The Last Emperor

"I want to be emperor so badly, I want to be... a real emperor."

Wang Anzhi, or rather, Valentian III, the last emperor of the Western Roman Empire, sat atop a high building, gazing at the flames raging below and throughout the entire city, his face filled with melancholy, unsure of what to say.

Just then, a dark figure appeared beside him, seemingly out of nowhere. She was slender and sat behind Wang Anzhi, holding a clear glass cup filled about halfway with blood-red wine. She took a small sip and sneered:

"Your Majesty, aren't you now a true emperor?"

Although he addressed him as "Your Majesty," the figure in black clearly showed no respect for Wang Anzhi, the Roman emperor.

Of course, it wasn't that the shadowy figure realized Wang Anzhi's identity as a Chinese time traveler and, in this pre-medieval era, believed he was possessed by a demon and had to be thrown into a fire pit to be purified, thus completely losing his imperial dignity.

In fact, even now, his status as emperor remains beyond doubt.

However, this is not something to be happy about, for a simple reason: Wang Anzhi's current identity as Valentian III is that of a puppet emperor.

The Empress Dowager, the eldest princess, the visiting general, and the Pope of Rome—all these people could boss him around, but he himself was powerless to do anything about it.

"If a venerable princess were to present me with a laurel wreath at this moment, then I would consider myself a true emperor."

Wang Anzhi turned around and looked the figure in black up and down. The beautiful face was hidden under a veil, and the decent-looking body was also huddled under a black robe. His eyes were somewhat unrestrained, and somewhat reminiscent. He then spoke the name of the figure:

"Your Highness Jormungandr."

The figure in the shadows hesitated for a moment, then slowly removed her veil, revealing a face so perfect it was almost flawless, like an angel descended from heaven. She looked deeply at Wang Anzhi, who stood by the window, occasionally glancing at the fire below and occasionally showing a look of amazement at her, and no longer had the arrogant posture she had when she was sitting in the chair.

Her name is Jormungandr, one of the four princes of the ancient dragon civilization—one of the twins on the throne of the King of Earth and Mountains. Sixteen hundred years later, she also briefly had a new name—Xia Mi.

She slowly began to speak: "Did your secret party elders tell you this secret?"

Jormungandr slowly probed: "Is it Pope Leo I? First Lord of the Senate Avinus? Commander of the Praetorian Guard Trijuges? Or some other shadowy figure behind the scenes?"

These people are from the Secret Society's dragon-slaying families, and they are the people in the Roman Empire at this time who know the deepest secrets about the dragon race.

Of course, even so, Jormungandr didn't think these people were capable of recognizing her identity immediately. What she suspected most was the mastermind behind it all, such as her other brothers. She hoped to find out the answer from the person in front of her.

However, she was ultimately disappointed, because what she saw was a calm and indifferent face.

Beneath that facade lay a man filled with utter helplessness. If Jormungandr hadn't mentioned it, Wang Anzhi wouldn't have even known that such a powerful figure was lurking beneath his feet.

Faced with this, he could only look at the ethereal girl before him and, with utmost sincerity, say:

"I'm even willing to share my throne with Your Highness, so what secrets could I possibly be hiding from you?"

Looking at the arrogant girl before him, he brought up the old topic again, hoping that Jormungandr would present him with the laurel wreath and share the throne with him. Or rather, he hoped to marry her, have a marriage ceremony, and share this country called Rome together.

Jormungandr chuckled. She was just like the girl in the future who walked through human society as Xia Mi. She held her head high, the wine glass in her hand swaying from side to side, the bright red wine inside spilling onto the ground. It was clear that she didn't care much about this treasured royal wine, nor did she particularly enjoy sipping it. She was simply enjoying the prestige of having the right to drink it.

"If I remember correctly, Your Majesty, your wife is a princess of Rome."

Jormungandr looked Wang Anzhi up and down. She had no intention of marrying him; she just wanted to tease him.

“Yes, my wife, Lycinia Eudochia, is a princess of the Eastern Roman Empire and the linchpin of the two great empires, but…”

Wang Anzhi stopped and couldn't help but sigh.

In a normal world, princesses of the Eastern Roman Empire would naturally be the best marriage partners for emperors of the Western Roman Empire. Whether it was to resist external barbarian invasions, consolidate internal aristocratic rule, or even to win foreign aid, princesses of the Eastern Roman Empire would be the first choice.

But the world is very abnormal right now. Wang Anzhi looked at the smiling girl in front of him and was speechless again. In this world of "Dragon Raja", wars between hybrids and dragons, between dragons, and between dragons and humans are a constant theme. The girl in front of him, who will eventually live as Xia Mi, is a princess of the dragon race. It is said that her greatest weakness is a weapon called "Slaanesh". This makes it impossible for Wang Anzhi not to think about shamelessly taking advantage of this opportunity to freeload off her.

"but……"

The girl named Jormungandr took the call, her gaze gradually turning cold. She smashed the glass in her hand to the ground, spilling the blood-red wine. Neither of the two people inside seemed to care. The girl serving outside seemed to have noticed the commotion inside, but was chased away with a shout.

So there were still only two people here, and perhaps only the great fire in Rome below could hear their voices.

The young woman remained unmoved by the emperor's reprimand of his maidservant; instead, she slowly stood up, her tone icy:

"You are willing to give up your queen only because my brother's army has surrounded your Rome. You know you have nowhere to retreat, and even this alchemical matrix that spans the entirety of Rome cannot stop your death."

Or perhaps…

Jormungandr stood up, leaned closer, and whispered in the Emperor's ear:

"You want to beg me for immortality, for eternal life, and are even willing to abandon the human race for it. I have seen far too many people like this, far more than you can imagine, Your Majesty."

The girl finished speaking with a sarcastic tone, but made no further move, instead coldly delivering her final conclusion.

"Your Majesty, you will simply sit on your throne and await the inevitable fall of the city, and be burned alive on it!"

Chapter 2 The Death of the Emperor

Jormungandr did not not want to kill the emperor before her; in fact, that was her original purpose in coming here. However, due to the proud nature of dragons and the lonely life of a king, she only chatted with him for a few words.

But now, she no longer had such thoughts. The emperor in front of her was somewhat mysterious, and she couldn't figure him out. At the same time, he was not afraid of death and was even audacious enough to propose to her.

That's insane, it's like a trap.

It's too much like a scheme orchestrated by her other six brothers or those in the Senate, waiting to sabotage her.

So, quite naturally, Jormungandr backed down. She was the most human-like of the dragons, without the madness of her other kind. As the strongest of the next generation, there was no need for her to take any more huge risks. In any case, victory was already in her grasp; it was just a matter of how much she would win.

The girl thought of her brother outside Rome, Attila the Hun, known as the "Scourge of God," who had unhesitatingly dumped all the burdens she had been carrying on his shoulders.

When the time comes, let him deal with the emperor in front of him. At that time, no matter how many secrets or hidden dangers he has, his brother should be able to handle it. After all, his brother Attila's other name is Fenrir, and he is the strongest in terms of individual power among the eight monarchs on the throne.

Jormungandr was confident that no matter which brother's hidden weapon it was, it couldn't harm them.

As for the original objective—to kill the Roman emperor before them and destroy one of the key points in the massive alchemical matrix in Rome, a matrix powerful enough to rival the Dragon King—these had to be abandoned.

Jormungandr sighed and prepared to walk past His Majesty the Emperor and leave through the window.

But she suddenly froze, and even gradually became angry.

The fact that the Roman emperor sitting next to her suddenly embraced her from behind was simply unbelievable. He knew her identity, even if she was the emperor, it was just a bargaining chip for him to see her, yet he dared to overstep his bounds like this.

"let go."

She gave a soft rebuke.

Wang Anzhi ignored him and continued speaking to himself:

"Your brother has traveled a long way to ask for my sister Honoria's hand in marriage, and I have agreed to it. In return, let his sister enter my court!"

This is a perfect match, Your Highness! Let this fiery Rome become our wedding feast!

"If I remember correctly, my brother also demanded that you offer him half of the land and the entire city of Rome as a dowry," Jormungandr sneered. In the heyday of the dragons, the land where Rome stood was the fiefdom of their lineage of the Kings of the Earth and Mountains, and it was not to be ceded.

"It's okay, all of that can be done, I just want you."

Wang Anzhi looked down at the petite figure in his arms. Her golden pupils shone brightly and were extremely dazzling. Ordinary people would hardly dare to look directly into those golden pupils, and would even prostrate themselves on the ground under their gaze.

But none of this worked for him.

He is now possessed by the spirits of King You of Zhou, who lit the beacon fires to amuse his concubine Bao Si; Antony, who risked everything for Cleopatra; and Prince Paris, who was willing to start a war to take Helen.

What about half of the Western Roman Empire, the entire city of Rome? Were these things something he couldn't give up in his love for the great Jormungandr?

What a joke! From this moment on, Wang Anzhi has made up his mind that there can only be one sun in the sky, and he only has one queen, Jormungandr.

Even Jormungandr couldn't tolerate this anymore; this human was even more insane than the dragons.

But hasn't it always been like this for thousands of years? Could it be that the cruelty and violence of the dragon race are really greater than that of humans?

She sighed, no longer trying to talk to the madman in front of her, and simply said, "Then I'll grant your wish." After that, the human named Jormungandr disregarded the potential risks and unleashed his violence.

Her right hand remained unchanged, still that same pair of clean, white hands. She gently reached behind her and easily revealed a bright red heart that had just been beating, as easily as a steel knife piercing tofu.

That was the emperor's heart.

When have dragon kings ever been gentle creatures? If you have that misconception, then it really is just your imagination.

Jormungandr lowered his head, looking at his clean hands stained with crimson, but instead felt a little puzzled—there was no backup plan, and it went so smoothly that it was almost unlike the calm and madness that His Majesty the Emperor had just displayed.

In other words, she had just been frightened, frightened by a human who was truly as weak as an ant. In fact, if he hadn't suddenly hugged her, she, the great Queen of the Earth and Mountains, would have actually been scared away by a human.

Jormungandr's fair face flushed slightly. At this moment, even killing the emperor who dared to desecrate her and holding his heart in her hand could not bring her any joy.

Jormungandr even thought that she probably couldn't forget this human, couldn't forget the human who had almost scared her away.

Just as the Dragon King was feeling down, Wang Anzhi coughed heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood that landed on the girl's shoulder. He supported himself by holding the girl's shoulder with one hand and clutched his chest with the other to reduce the bleeding.

He, or rather Valentine III, was a hybrid, a human and a dragon. This identity was not enough to allow him to survive such injuries, nor was it enough to allow him to protect himself in front of a dragon king. He could only be given a few more seconds to say his last words.

But he wasn't flustered at all.

Looking at the girl's face turned to the side, Wang Anzhi leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

"Your Highness, I wonder if this would prove my sincerity?"

Jormungandr did not answer. Her mind was in turmoil, and she fled on her own, jumping out of the window and escaping from the Emperor's attic.

However, as she went out, she felt a pang of regret, wondering if she should go back and grant that human a chance for eternity.

But she had no time to hesitate. The fire in Rome grew larger and larger in the gaps she didn't notice, and the gloom in the sky became more and more severe. She could no longer feel the oppressive feeling, and shouts of killing echoed in the air.

She realized that the Alchemy Matrix had been broken, and Rome had fallen.

When the young girl, who was actually the Dragon King, belatedly returned to His Majesty the Emperor's pavilion, she only saw a gradually cooling, heartless corpse lying on the scorching throne with its eyes closed.

The emperor's heart was still warm in the girl's hand.