Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start



Solan City, Phoenix-Tail Flower Chamber of Commerce.

Windsor stood by the window and looked down at the entire city through the glass. She was like a statue, motionless and in a daze.Google seaʀᴄh ɴovelFɪre.net

Beside her was an old white-haired man who sat in a mechanical wheelchair. His aura was as weak as a candle in the wind. At this moment, his turbid eyes sized up everything below.

He said with a hoarse voice afterward. 

"There's no need to take it to heart. We've already expected this outcome, haven't we?

"It's just a pity for that young fellow..."

Regret shrouded his wrinkled face as he spoke.

"Had that plane completely collapsed?"

Windsor turned around and looked at the open-minded old white-haired man, her eyes dimmed.

"Teacher, I entered to investigate…Not only had that plane collapsed, but it also fell into the abyss.

"I sensed spider goddess Lolita's aura from above.

"The collapse of the plane is more like Lolita's plan. Even the heart of the god inside is the other party's target.

"The spider goddess, Lolita!" Her emotions fluctuated at the mention of this existence. The evil goddess made the bottomless abyss tremble.

She sensed hope when the plane collapsed. However, she no longer had any hope when she recognized the presence of the evil god.

One would fall into the abyss and possibly into Lolita's hands even if one could survive the plane collapse. 

It would be useless no matter how capable one was.

Even the current Crimson Moon could not do anything to an existence of this level.

Sovereign level lifeforms had already transcended the ordinary laws.

She waited there for a day and a night. She returned home after she confirmed that no miracle had happened.

As for Twilight City, she was no longer in the mood to care about it.

"Spider goddess…"

The old teacher muttered a few times. His turbid eyes revealed a soul-stirring light.

At this moment, the old teacher's aura was as strong and majestic as a dragon.

"These false gods who broke the laws of the world…They will eventually become dust."

However, it was short-lived. That powerful aura flashed past, and the light in his eyes immediately dimmed.

He sensed that the power in his body had already weakened to the freezing point. His expression was somewhat complicated.

In the end, he shook his head in relief.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"You alone have done this, Windsor."

Windsor couldn't bear to look at her old teacher anymore. She turned her head and looked at the city before her again.

"Teacher, we will achieve our goal.

"No one can stop the return of the ancient gods. That is fate!"

The old white-haired man closed his eyes. He weakly said, "When Crimson Moon appears in the sky, this world will welcome a great change…We are the key to a new era."

He stretched out his age spots-covered and loose-and-wrinkled right hand as he spoke.

An illusory light in his open palm appeared afterward.

The light gradually condensed after a few breaths into a solid form.

Windsor's eyes reflected a scale.

"Teacher...."

The old teacher in the mechanical wheelchair had no eyes. He placed the scale on his hand and slowly rubbed it.I think you should take a look at

He touched his most beloved treasure.

"Windsor, I no longer have the power to activate this scale.

"This is the last treasure I will give you.

"The imprint will also dissipate after my soul dissipated."

His tone was slow, like a seriously ill in bed and was reminding his child before he died.

His calm words weighed heavily.

"You use your blood as a guide and your soul as a seal to inscribe your power.

"It will become your best helper."

A high-grade divine artifact in the outside world could cause a sensation.

Some empires were even willing to wage war against each other.

But at this moment, Windsor ignored it.

Her lips trembled as she looked at the old teacher appeared like a withered plant. Her eyes turned red.

Her heart carried thousands of words, but she couldn't say a single word.

Everything becomes so insignificant in the face of death.

More importantly, death crushes all hope.

The person she had high hopes for did not return as promised.

The room fell into a dead silence.

After a long time, the old white-haired man in the mechanical wheelchair opened his eyes sparingly. That revealed a gap.

The world before him was already blurry.

He could only vaguely see the figure who had placed all her hopes on him.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"I've never married in my life. I've treated you as my child since I was young.

"The uttermost fortune in my life is to have become your teacher, Windsor.

"Letting you inherit the Scarlet Moon was my selfish motive. I hope you blame me. You could have lived freely in this world without worrying about any trivial matters."

Windsor felt a lump in her throat when he heard those weak words. She took a deep breath and held it. She tried to hinder the tears from flowing out of her eyes.

"Teacher...."

Her throat choked with sobs and trembling. Her voice was even more muffled.

'Ta Ta! Ta Ta!'

A series of urgent footsteps suddenly came from outside. That broke the almost frozen atmosphere in the room.

"Chairman Windsor, I have important information to report…"

A young male messenger subconsciously entered the office desk with urgency.

At this moment, he glanced at a pair of red eyes.

That sight trembled his heart.

'Is the ever-domineering chairman…Crying?

'What could have gone wrong?'

The messenger didn't look further out of shock and immediately lowered his head.

Windsor realized something was odd with her emotion, but she did not try to hide it.