I Save The World In A Doomsday Text Game

Chapter 274-3: Kyoto Imperial Palace, the Great General (3)

[After a long while, a burly samurai strides forward.]

[From the style of his armor and the fierce, imposing aura he carried, you immediately knew this was one of the Great General’s personal guards, a peerless warrior who could face a thousand foes alone, the military’s ace in his prime: the Hatamoto Samurai!]

[The Hatamoto Samurai walked up to you and nodded in greeting. He informed you that the Great General was already aware of your arrival and was waiting for you in the Treasure Hall of the Eastern Courtyard.]

[You followed him into the palace grounds, passing through the opulent structures of the outer compound, heading toward the eastern side of the Imperial Palace…]

[Along the way, every samurai on guard who saw you and the Hatamoto Samurai lowered their heads respectfully, their expressions full of admiration.]

[In their eyes, you were the Ninja Master, the embodiment of the pinnacle of ninjutsu, and he was the Hatamoto Samurai, the pinnacle of martial prowess… As for the Great General, the General was the incarnation of a god, something no mortal could ever compare to.]

[You entered the Eastern Courtyard of the Imperial Palace. The buildings here were far less ornate than those of the outer compound and even possessed a certain simplicity. You knew the Great General had always been frugal and disliked luxurious trappings. The treasures seized in wartime were either placed in the national treasury or bestowed as rewards to loyal subordinates like you.]

[Lost in your memories, you soon found yourself standing before the Treasure Hall of the Eastern Courtyard, the place where the Great General handled state affairs and issued decrees.]

[The Hatamoto Samurai beside you nodded again but did not step inside, instead taking up a silent vigil outside the hall.]

[You stepped into the hall and saw that it was not brightly lit. All the doors were shut tight, and the lanterns cast only a dim, yellow glow.][Narrowing your eyes, you quickly adjusted to the gloom and cast your gaze deeper into the hall…]

[The High Throne was not decorated with glittering gems. Its black lacquered base was encircled by equally black railings, and eight round pillars supported the tall canopy, from which hung a curtain of black gauze.]

[This High Throne was far less magnificent than the one you’d seen in the Ogiwara Clan’s Tenshukaku, but it was much taller.]

[The black gauze curtain concealed the Great General’s face. You could only make out his figure, blurry and indistinct behind the veil…]

[That massive, seated silhouette was like a small mountain. Even sitting cross-legged, he was far taller than an ordinary person standing upright. If he were to rise to his feet, you were sure he would be regarded as the incarnation of a martial god!]

[Simply sitting there, reading a scroll, he emanated an indescribable aura of oppression that made your chest feel tight and your breathing quicken.]

[The figure behind the curtain suddenly lifted his head. His gaze pierced the black gauze and met your own.]

[You felt an overwhelming pressure!!]

[That look was like a sharp blade and a drawn crossbow. In the instant your eyes met, sweat broke out on your forehead, a chill ran down your spine, and you reflexively shifted your gaze away, unable to look him in the eye any longer.]

[A deep, resonant voice sounded from behind the curtain, “You are no Tisi ninja. Speak, why have you come here in this guise?”]

[Your heart lurched in shock, though your face remained impassive.]

[How would you respond to the Great General…]

[Would you continue to pretend to be the Ninja Master and speak of your discovery of the Extreme Delusion Fruit, or would you reveal your identity as the Dragon God’s Descendant and lay everything bare?]

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes and selected the second option.

If he hoped to ally with the Great General against the evil god, he had to present an identity that represented the yokai race!

[You possessed the shell of the Knowledge-Seeking Primordial Hermit!]

[With your dragon-headed, human-bodied form, you appeared before the High Throne. After another bloodline ascension, your frame had grown more robust, and your draconic features more savage.]

[Fearing the Great General would see you as a remnant of demonic abominations and strike you down without a word, you quickly began recounting your experiences.]

[You produced Amateru Sakiina’s Harvest Sickle, revealing your identity as the Dragon God’s Descendant. You spoke plainly, whether it was the Ancient Heavenly Enma or the Chaotic Origin Dragon, both had already been corrupted by the evil god and were mired in disaster.]

[With the great enemy at hand, humanity should set aside its hatred of the yokai race and unite in a common front against the threat. Only thus would the gods of both factions stand a chance to survive, otherwise, all things in this world would inevitably fall to the corruption of the Extreme Delusion Fruit!]

[When you finished your long speech, the figure behind the black curtain remained silent for a long time. There was no slamming of tables or furious denunciation, no order to execute you on the spot.]

[Nor was there any surprise or questioning about the condition of the two main deities.]

[There was only a calm, fathomless silence, like the stillness of the sea.]

[At last, the figure in the High Throne slowly rose to his feet. That colossal form nearly filled the entire curtain.]

[He lifted the black gauze and stepped down from the platform.]

[Each step of that mountainous body felt like it trod directly upon your heart…]

[You saw that he wore an enormous tachi at his waist, more than three meters long. His upper body was bare, while his lower half was clad in coarse cloth.]

[The Great General’s broad chest was covered in black-inked tattoos of twisting branches and leaves!]

[Those tattooed branches were exceptionally thick and lush. As they curled and grew, they gave rise to vivid black blossoms, and among those blooms of malice was a fist-sized fruit wreathed in black miasma.]

[You had discovered, Extreme Evil Great General!]

[The deep, rumbling voice sounded again, “You know… far too much!”]

[A slash of pitch-black blade light swept past. Your vision spun… and spun… before finally coming to rest upon the ground, where you saw a headless body standing upright.]

[The Great General slowly sheathed the blade and turned back to the curtain…]

[…]

[You have died!]

“Fuck!”

“God damn it!!”

Lin Xun was dumbstruck.

The Great General was aligned with the Extreme Delusion Fruit oath?

How the hell was he supposed to keep playing like this?!

[T/N: Wow. The great general is kinda of a badass.]