Upon hearing this, Vivian immediately looked pitifully at Cynthia and the others, but it was clear they had also been brainwashed by Ethan, the Evil God, showing no sympathy or pity towards her.

Vivian took a deep breath, almost placing her entire body weight on the handles of the cart, and stepped forward, charging towards the solid wall.

She had heard that Evil Gods love to toy with humans, but as long as she could drive away the King of Gold and return peace to the Siwalantine, she wouldn't mind having her hands filled with a hundred pieces of shattered glass.

The path seemed to grow longer, and it felt as if someone gently supported her shoulder during the charge.

"Bang—!"

What was meant to come, always comes.

Along with the sound of impact, there was a strange cry.

"Where did this wild girl come from, can't you watch where you're going?"

This was an unfamiliar voice outside their group, heavily accented, but Vivian understood it nonetheless. The anticipated pain did not arrive, and it seemed what she hit was not something hard. She peeked open her right eye, and what came into view was a gentleman nursing his rear, cursing under his breath.

The gentleman's rear unfortunately became the target of the cart, but due to etiquette, and seeing that Vivian was just a young girl, the incident didn't escalate.

"This is..."

Vivian couldn't believe what she was seeing.

This was the Sivalentine Capital, or more accurately, the Golden Land only recorded in history books, because she saw not far from the square the flags waiving, emblazoned with the Gallog Dynasty emblem, which existed only before the arrival of the Third Epoch—the final days of the Gallog Dynasty.

The gentleman nursing his rear was dressed in old-style formal wear, clearly a noble.

For a princess of Siwalantine, recognizing these elements was not difficult.

"What did you do?"

Her voice trembled as she asked Ethan. Even though the Gallog Dynasty had fallen a thousand years ago, it remained a holy land in the hearts of the Siwalantine people. To maintain the unity of lineage and territory, her ancestors waged several wars against East Valentin, all ending in failure.

Each failure seemed to remind them that a fallen dynasty could never reclaim its glory.

Vivian carefully compared the city to descriptions in history books; she felt Ethan had no idea what this meant to the Siwalantine people.

"Year 407, the past reappears."

Ethan gave Vivian plenty of time, but that was all he left her.

For the "loyalists" of the Gallog Dynasty, this was not an auspicious year. Many events occurred, including the old king's death due to illness during a crucial power transition, and the residents of the Gallog Dynasty received the shocking news that their Guardian, who witnessed the dynasty's splendor, Merlin, was assassinated.

A group of assassins with immortality, time was on their side.

After that, foreign enemies attacked taking advantage, delivering the final blow to the dynasty.

In the winter of the year 407, the young king signed a ceasefire treaty with the invaders, relinquishing half the kingdom's territory, marking the beginning of the split between Siwalantine and East Valentin.

The sky seemed to be late, and they did not arrive at a good time.

A cold wind brushed past, the leaves on the roadside trees were almost gone, and each falling leaf in the Golden Land meant the kingdom was one step closer to demise.

While chatting, the cursing gentleman walked away, and the entire city was shrouded in nightfall.

The streets were cold and desolate, with hardly a few pedestrians, naturally leaving no one curious where the two of them came from. Signs of discounted sales hung at the entrances of many buildings.

Of course, not every place was deserted.

The invaders' troops stationed in the southwest corner, and the drunk soldiers swaggered down the street, also explaining the lack of people on the streets. According to historical records, during the treaty negotiations, the foreign invaders committed all sorts of evil in the city.

If they got too drunk, they would break into those imposing estates, and money, jewelry, and beautiful women, none would escape if seen by them.

"Did you know that wall could lead us here all along?"

No matter how hard Vivian pondered during Meditation, she did not understand the principle behind this. Time travel—this was beyond the explanation of ordinary Magic.

Ethan nodded.

He tried his best to keep his thoughts in sync with Merlin, assuming he was an enthusiast player accidentally triggering this epic quest, and then being transported to this dungeon-like place. For the ordinary player, the defeated Golden Land was undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

For the ordinary player, the invaders were unbeatable enemies at this stage, becoming a natural barrier limiting the player's active range to a very small area.

If players had read the Siwalantine historical texts carefully, they would understand not to easily engage with these invaders.

And the condition for triggering this quest was reaching an extremely high favorability with a member of the Gallog royal family.

"Ugh, what are you planning to do?"

Ethan's gaze made Vivian shiver; she instinctively shrunk and put her hands over her chest.

"I'm thinking about how to properly use you."

Ethan said without pretense.

Princess Vivian was the resource Merlin left for him, which must be used well. To unlock the secrets Merlin left behind, one must follow the quest setup written by Merlin.

His answer made Vivian even more terrified, "You're, you're not planning to use me as bait to lure those invaders, are you?"

She had read many tragedy novels depicting similar plots.

"Lure the invaders? Lure them to do what?"

"Then what are you plotting?"

Vivian secretly sighed in relief, but she felt it was not entirely her fault. If your thinking face looked like a psychopathic murderer, and not long ago you just turned the entire city's residents into flesh monsters, it was hard for others to think well of you.

"I'm thinking about how you could convincingly persuade the King of the Gallog Dynasty, make him believe you come from a thousand years later and are his descendant?"

He thought as he led Vivian in the direction of the Royal Palace.

The golden-armored Forbidden Guards stood at the entrance of the Royal Palace, strictly forbidding anyone from passing.

"Could you make an exception? We have urgent business to meet the King; this is Princess Vivian of Siwalantine. Though it might be hard to understand from your perspective, she is indeed the legitimate heir of the Gallog bloodline."

Ethan stepped forward to explain to the Forbidden Guard, who was over two meters tall, his face obscured by his helmet, concealing his expression.

"Leave immediately."

It seemed the guard was not easy to talk to, speaking in an official tone, not even intending to ask the royal family for instructions.

"I advise you to do as he says."

At the critical moment, Vivian stepped up, even if the era was different, the royal family seemed to have a bloodline suppression over the Forbidden Guards.

The guard froze for quite a while, a chuckle emanated from under the helmet, "Because you're a princess?"

"No."

Vivian showcased superior negotiation skills, sternly warning them, "You don't want to anger him more, he just slaughtered a city of people. Do you wish to be strangled by tentacles emerging from your bodies?"

Her words resonated, deeply moving the guard.

The good news was that Ethan and Vivian successfully entered the Royal Palace.

The bad news, however, was that they faced charges of instigating trouble, violating public order regulations, fraud, among several other offenses.

...

On the other hand, Yoda and Kara exchanged a long glance and finally made the same decision.

They gathered all their strength, mimicked the others, and accelerated straight towards the wall where Ethan and Vivian disappeared.

"Thud—!"

The response was a sound that hurt to hear.

Thus, this world had two more unlucky souls, their golden masks knocked askew, faces covered in glass shards after falling.