Heroes' Prison

Chapter 232 - 227: Creating a Race

Huang Yi finally let go of his worries. With Mr. Huang Sha’s words, he was now safe.

Previously, the Poet had already posted on the forum, roughly guessing his identity. Once the World Federation started investigating, it would be easy to find out that he possessed the Golden Ring and could enter The Second World. In that case, they would certainly confiscate the ring.

But now, Mr. Huang Sha explicitly stated that all criminals in the world had the right to enter The Second World. This had become a normal phenomenon, and there was no need to hide anymore.

"I will arrange for someone to deliver a set of virtual equipment to all the prisoners in the world. Just wait patiently for a few days," Mr. Huang Sha said with a slight smile, earnestly speaking to Huang Yi, "Instakill, I actually appreciate you. I look forward to you using your own strength to change the world and ultimately gain your freedom. I will be an observer in this process, cheering for you!"

"Thank you," Huang Yi nodded. In fact, he admired Mr. Huang Sha as well. Mr. Huang Sha controlled the most powerful strength in the world but had not chosen to interfere too much with it. Instead, he had chosen to live in seclusion. There were not many people with such high principles.

Next, Huang Yi teleported back to the oasis in the Desolate Sands.

Xiao Chunzi was sitting obediently beside Qin Shiyu. Seeing Huang Yi reappear, she immediately pounced on him and lay in his embrace.

Huang Yi held her, just as he had held Qin Shiyu years ago when she was as small as Xiao Chunzi, and Huang Yi was still a little boy.

Before he knew it, the world had changed, and people had grown up.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" At that moment, Xiao Chunzi saw Huang Yi’s distant expression and couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck and look up to ask.

"I’m thinking about the things that happened when I was as young as you," Huang Yi said, reaching out to touch Xiao Chunzi’s head. "You’re too young now, you wouldn’t understand this feeling."

"So when I’m as grown up as you are, will I also miss the present?" Xiao Chunzi asked with her big eyes.

"You’ll understand when you’re older," Huang Yi said with a slight smile. He pinched her tender little face and asked, "Why would you choose to be Cold Storage when you’re so young and should be lively and active?"

"Actually, before I met you, I didn’t have Cold Storage!" Xiao Chunzi pouted and said, "But my mom and dad often went abroad and were worried about my safety being alone at home. Just as I had met you, I simply let them put me in Cold Storage."

"Why did you choose to go into Cold Storage after meeting me?" Huang Yi asked, puzzled.

"Because this way I can stay in The Second World all the time! I can always watch you come and go, not wasting even a second," Xiao Chunzi leaned her head against Huang Yi’s shoulder, tightly hugging his arm, and looking at the starry sky, she obediently said, "I put myself in Cold Storage just to be by your side forever."

Huang Yi’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked down at Xiao Chunzi beside him. Her pretty face gazed at the starry sky, and her bright eyes shimmered like the two most sparkling stars in the world, echoing in his ears were the words she had just said.

I put myself in Cold Storage just to be by your side forever.

...

The night grew deeper, and Xiao Chunzi also fell soundly asleep in Huang Yi’s arms. The bright moon shone down, making the lake surface glimmer, and a cool and comfortable breeze blew.

"Whoosh!" It was at that moment that the White Dragon King, who was swimming in the lake, came over and stopped in front of Huang Yi.

"Instakill, what are your plans next?" The White Dragon King asked softly, careful not to wake Xiao Chunzi.

"I plan to form a power," Huang Yi said. He had been contemplating this matter all evening.

"An adventure team? Mercenary Corps? Guild? Nation?" the White Dragon King asked one question after another.

"Guild," Huang Yi voiced two words. The first two powers were too small, and the latter was too big; a guild was most suitable.

Adventure teams were the smallest type of power, roughly around ten people, mainly small groups adventuring together.

Mercenary Corps were large teams, similar to the Angel Legion under the pope’s command. At that time, he hadn’t created Heaven yet, only this team, and it had received the first Best Team Award. Many such teams also called themselves guilds, but they weren’t recognized by the system.

Guilds were indeed large powers. Creating a guild was difficult. At this stage, there were only a mere few dozen. After a while, as the players grew stronger, there would be more guilds created, leading to a surge.

As for nations, that was an even higher category. Currently, all over the world, only Dragon Spike had the qualifications to establish a nation. He’d assassinated the king of the Windhammer Kingdom and obtained the Imperial Jade Seal. Such an opportunity wasn’t available to everyone.

"Have you considered creating a race?" the White Dragon King said mysteriously.

"Create a race? I am not a stud horse..." Huang Yi shook his head with a chuckle.

"I’m serious," the White Dragon King said in a solemn tone. "I have always had one wish, and that is to create an affiliated race for the White Dragon Clan. After all, our Dragon Clan is scarce, and it is difficult for our kind to proliferate. The White Dragon Clan has developed up to now and only has a few dozen members. That’s actually not bad, as for the Three Great Top Dragon Clans - the Golden Holy Dragon, the Dark Demon Dragon, and the Holy Giant Dragon - there are perhaps not many throughout the whole world. To continue our lineage, many dragon races have created affiliated races that we call Dragon People. As far as I know among you Heaven-Sent Men, Dragon Spike is one of the Dragon People. He has mysterious dragon scales, which are very similar to those of the Golden Holy Dragon. I suspect he may be an affiliated race of the Golden Holy Dragon."

"Dragon Spike?" Huang Yi furrowed his brow. He had heard about some top players’ signature features such as Dao Feng’s Broken Sword Hilt and the pope’s Half Staff. As for Dragon Spike, he was known for his mysterious dragon scales, and Huang Yi hadn’t realized that these scales might be linked to the Golden Holy Dragon.

"Yes!" The White Dragon King sighed slightly, "It’s a pity that my White Dragon Clan has never had an affiliated race. The affiliated race created by the Golden Holy Dragon is extremely powerful, yet they are few in number; I estimate that throughout the whole world, Dragon Spike is the only one. I don’t pursue such power; I just pursue the number of my kin. I hope the affiliated race of my White Dragon Clan can become a Common Race, spreading across the world like the Half-Beastmen and the Draenei. This is my dream."

"But aren’t the Common Races already limited to one hundred?" Huang Yi asked again.

"No, that’s only temporary. As long as we go to the Central Continent and find a Heart of the Race, we can create a new race. By infusing the White Dragon Clan’s blood into the Heart of the Race, we can create another race. If the Heaven-Sent Men were to descend upon this world again, they could choose to become part of the White Dragon Clan’s affiliated race."

"That doesn’t seem very meaningful. The Heaven-Sent Men are basically saturated now; no new Heaven-Sent Men are appearing." Huang Yi shook his head. Almost everyone in the whole world had already entered the Second World. Even if a new race appeared, no player would choose it, unless those players were willing to leave their original races, which seemed implausible. The White Dragon King merely wanted to create a Common Race, and such a race would inevitably be weak, lacking enough allure.

"I know, but it’s my dream. I hope to glorify the White Dragon Clan and have our bloodline flow eternally. How many dragon races existed in the Eternal Ancient Era, yet due to the difficulties in reproduction, most have become extinct by now. I don’t want the White Dragon Clan to perish. Even if it means diluting our bloodline a bit and becoming a Common Race, at least our bloodline lives on," the White Dragon King said, looking at Huang Yi, "You are one of the outstanding among the Heaven-Sent Men. I believe that one day your strength will reach a certain realm, and you’ll be able to cross the many obstacles, traverse the endless Ocean, and reach the distant Central Continent. There lies the Oskan Royal Academy, the holy land of a hundred races, the place you should strive to reach. When that time comes, all you need is to find a Heart of the Race, and you can create a race, and you will be the patriarch of that race, just like Yang Yuheng, the patriarch of the Draenei. He too is one of the Heaven-Sent Men, just that he inherited the position of patriarch, whereas you will have established a race."

"That will have to wait for a very long time," Huang Yi said after thinking it over. He would have to reach the peak of his strength before going to the Central Continent. That place must be teeming with powerful beings, and without sufficient strength, going there would be tantamount to suicide.

"White Dragon King, I have something I want to ask you about." Huang Yi looked at the White Dragon King, "In the Desolate Sands, I discovered the treasure of that Golden Holy Dragon, but inside was a trap meant to lure dragonkind in and then absorb their Essence of Life. What do you think is the conspiracy behind this?"

"Hm? Really?" The White Dragon King suddenly became interested, "Although I am of the Dragon Clan, I am far inferior to dragon races like the Golden Holy Dragon; I’m not very clear on what kind of powers the Golden Holy Dragon might possess. But, from what you’ve described, the Golden Holy Dragon must have left something in reserve. I suppose that place is a sacrificial ritual, likely preparation for its Resurrection."

"So you’re saying, the Golden Holy Dragon can never truly die? Each time it perishes, it can perform such a ritual, absorb the bloodline of dragonkind and resurrect over and over again," Huang Yi asked with a furrowed brow.

"Not necessarily, such a sacrificial ritual is generally complex and requires both rigorous timing and a vast expanse of time. The Golden Holy Dragon likely only considered this a ray of hope. Perhaps before enough Essence of Life was absorbed, that treasure trap was already destroyed by the long river of time. Dragons naturally have long lifespans, and if they could resurrect indefinitely, then this world would belong to dragonkind. No dragon can live forever; it’s already amazing that the Golden Holy Dragon can resurrect once. Even the Holy Giant Dragon, which possesses the talent for resurrection, can only come back to life three times," the White Dragon King shook his head. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote with Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets at Starting Point (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)