From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 430: The Scourge, Victorian Edition

The two princes anxiously rushed to the palace gates, where they found their elderly father already unconscious.

Beside King Charles stood Sunak, who had fully recovered.

Seeing their father's condition, the pair breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had merely lost consciousness and had not been completely killed by the curse.

Perhaps this was actually a good thing for their old father?

After all, they had no idea if he could withstand that bizarre "mental interrogation." If he met the same fate as those Nobles, things would become truly difficult to manage.

Now, at the very least, they could preserve a small shred of dignity for the Royal Family and smooth the matter over.

A scandal like the King dying from a Celtic curse was simply too horrifying to contemplate.

"Your Highnesses, King Charles has suffered a relapse. The royal physicians have confirmed that extreme exhaustion caused his cancer cells to spread, and he has slipped into a coma!" Sunak reported. "Prince William, you must take charge of state affairs from here on out!"

"State affairs? Prime Minister, you must be joking," William replied bluntly. "What state affairs are even left? All of London is on the verge of becoming a graveyard!"

"In just three days, eighty percent of the Nobles from the Victorian era have died, over ninety-five percent of the Merchants have perished, and more than seventy percent of the Politicians are gone! This city and this country are teetering on the brink of collapse, and you want me to take charge?"The city of London was indeed facing exactly this reality.

Over the course of three days, the majority of the grassroots citizens remained unharmed, but the various High-level Officials had completely fallen apart!

With the massive number of Deceased People, the curse that nearly everyone knew about was blatantly staging an absurd moral farce within the city!

The descendants of these Nobles frantically devised all sorts of methods to evade this catastrophe.

Some turned their faith to the Catholic Church, anticipating the descent of an Angel, while others sailed eastward, hoping the gods of the Nordic realms could offer them salvation.

Some even fled into the homes of the Irish People, choosing to worship the so-called Dana Divine Family just to escape the curse.

Unfortunately, all their efforts were in vain. The curse arrived right on schedule, turning the vast majority of the city's "esteemed High-level Officials" into corpses.

Whether they were alone or in groups, the end result was the same: they all died.

William naturally assumed that resolving this situation would be incredibly difficult. The Deceased People were all High-level Officials of the nation. Without them, how was he supposed to govern the country?

"Uh... actually, Your Highness, based on my experience over the past two days, it isn't difficult at all!" Sunak provided a completely unexpected answer. "The remaining personnel are still maintaining the operation of the country, and things are running even smoother than before!"

This response left the two princes in a momentary daze. "Are you saying that even after these people died, the country can still function, and do so with greater efficiency?"

"Yes. Because there is no one left to oppose our orders, many initiatives can now be pushed through, and certain reforms can finally proceed. Furthermore, with fewer corrupt individuals siphoning funds, the salaries that previously couldn't be paid are now being distributed again!"

Sunak's words actually coaxed a laugh out of William. "So, you're telling me this curse was actually a blessing in disguise?"

"It just might be a good thing!" Harry chimed in. "Haven't you always been waiting for an opportunity like this? A chance to return the Royal Family to the ruling class and turn parliament into a relic of the past! This is the perfect opportunity!"

Prince William's face turned green. "A good opportunity? A perfect opportunity to Destroy a Nation and bring an end to Great Britain? Do you honestly think the curse is over, or is this just the beginning? A petty curse like this won't be enough to scare off Cuchulainn!"

At these words, Harry fell silent. Yes, could it really be over just like that? If this was all there was to it, why would Cuchulainn have left?

That statement also silenced Sunak, wiping away his lingering traces of joy.

As a Prime Minister of Indian Descent, he initially believed this was his moment of glory. After all, the restrictive parliament had been reduced to an empty hall with its members Few and Far Between. This should have been the time for him to fully showcase his capabilities.

However, hearing William's logic, he had to agree. If this curse was the full extent of the threat, how could Cuchulainn simply walk away so easily? There had to be another looming crisis that they had completely overlooked!

"I've got it!" Prince Harry suddenly exclaimed, realizing exactly what they had all forgotten. "The River Thames, it's the River Thames! We only ever investigated the Water itself, but we never checked what lies beneath it!"

Sunak took a deep breath and stared at Harry. Looking at this red-haired man, he couldn't help but harbor some vague, alternative thoughts. "Your Highness, what exactly did you sense?"

"Sense?" Harry looked at him in bewilderment. "I didn't sense anything. I just feel like... it should be the River Thames, right?"

Seeing his purely speculative demeanor, William and Sunak exchanged a glance, a contemplative gleam flashing in their eyes. "Then let's go inspect the bottom of the River Thames!"

The two turned and left immediately, as if having made a firm decision, leaving Prince Harry behind to look after his elderly father.

"Your Highness, did you see it?" Sunak asked excitedly the moment they stepped out of Buckingham Palace.

William nodded, his mind racing with countless thoughts. "I saw it, I saw it. That green radiance emanating from Harry! What do you suppose it was?"

"What else could it be? According to Celtic Mythology, the only possibility is an awakening of a druid!" Sunak declared with unbridled excitement. "Your Highness, does this mean we've been chosen? Does it mean destruction won't happen again?"

"Who knows? Even Harry himself has no idea!" William shrugged, appearing somewhat lost.

His feelings toward his younger brother were undeniably complicated. Because they were blood brothers, he had to fulfill his responsibilities as the eldest sibling. Yet, due to the other's rebellious and arrogant nature, the two had scarcely ever shared a harmonious moment, leaving only a history of conflict and confrontation.

Now, seeing that green radiance emitting from his brother, coupled with the sudden burst of inspiration his sibling had experienced during such a cataclysmic time, naturally left him with a tangled mess of emotions.

He was deeply concerned. If his brother truly possessed the Transcendent Power of the Celtic People, would he bypass William to become the new king of Britannia?

Yet, at the same time, he felt a surge of pride. No matter what, that was still his younger brother! If this truly was a Celtic curse meant to wipe out their entire family, wouldn't his brother become the very last hope of the House of Windsor?

Looking at it from that perspective, this was indeed a good thing.

With a sharp intake of breath, William once again shouldered his responsibilities as the "acting King," and rushed to the frontlines of the nation alongside Sunak.

Beside the River Thames, the streets that should have been bustling with activity were now unusually deserted. Over the course of three days, more than four million people had evacuated the city. Everyone with the means to leave had fled, leaving behind only the grassroots workers and the impoverished who had nowhere else to go.

Even those who hadn't left stayed far away from this river, which seemed to exude an ominous aura. It wasn't until their executive orders were handed down that the Police returned to lock down the area, filling the empty streets once more.

"The efficiency really has improved quite a bit!" Looking at the Police who were already in position, William was somewhat surprised. "The upper management is gone, and the middle dispatch tier is completely empty, yet operations are running faster than ever... Those damned bureaucrats!"

One didn't even need to think about it to realize just how many individuals guilty of Being a Figurehead existed within such a convoluted organization, nor how much trouble those individuals had caused them.

Sunak nodded. "It was only when I directly commanded the Police that I realized the efficiency of our Government could actually be this fast!"

Just as the two were marveling at the speed of this newly streamlined Government apparatus, the underwater Camera brought them a brand new piece of information.

"Your Highness, Prime Minister, there really is something underwater!" A police officer handed over a monitor, prompting both men to lower their heads and look at the Tablet in front of them. On the screen, they saw a live feed of the underwater scene.

The River Thames, which they passed by every single day, had become utterly unrecognizable. Within the nearly pitch-black space beneath the water, streaks of peculiar radiance suddenly lit up.

These specks of radiance were incredibly faint, resembling tiny, inconspicuous glimmers of light. But this was underwater! No matter how subtle the light was, in an environment like this, it became increasingly eerie and inexplicable!

"What is this?" the two asked in confusion. They received no answer, but when William found the button to switch to night-vision mode, they finally saw clearly what those faint glimmers were!

It wasn't just random radiance. It was pairs of "human" eyes, and the light was flashing out from those very pupils!

William suddenly realized the horrific truth. Wait, how could there be humans underwater? Those weren't humans at all—they were the Undead!

Those densely packed specks of light were distinctly pairs of eyes, gleaming with a radiance of pure hatred!

Both men began to tremble uncontrollably. After the curse, was this meant to be the true invasion?

The Undead who had perished beneath the water had now returned!