Daily Life Of An Immortal King の小説・ストーリー

She said that when she found out about these things, her reaction wasn’t much better than that of the people present. "Supreme elder, may I ask... who on earth is such an existence? I don't doubt that he really exists, but it is still too amazing. I can't believe it." Someone cupped his fists at the supreme elder. "That person is the Immortal King." The supreme elder took a deep breath and said slowly. "What? The immortal king? What's an immortal king?" Everyone was stunned. They didn't know what an Immortal King was. "Immortal King, that's the amazing and unimaginable existence I was talking about earlier. Later on, he died but his descendants were still around, so they continued to rule ou

He added. "Immortal!" The king burst into laughter. " I am certain you definitely kidding. She can't be immortal because no human had been immortal. She won't even want to be one. Every Chosen with different endowments and specialty in various ways in correlation to their task and what they are destined for." The King said.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.

Everyone was stunned. How was that possible? The Carefree Immortal King was a king of Silent Hill and had dominated the Underworld for an era. He was a living legend among the trialists, so how could he possibly... kick the bucket in such a crude and brutal way? This was illogical! Let alone the onlookers watching the drama unfold, even Alex was dumbfounded. Was it logical that he had just blown up an Immortal King just like that? ‘Since when did I become so powerful?’

There wasn't a method of dying in this world that I haven't tried, but none of them worked. My immortality is a curse I cannot break. Since I couldn't die, I decided to at least make my kingdom, the kingdom of Tarsus, function. I had thousands of doctors and hospitals under my payroll. They supplied my people with blood every month so we didn't have to hunt like animals. But even a king gets tired. Every hundred years, I go into a deep sleep. It was the only way I could save myself from the crushing weight of my memories and the insanity that follows them.

The silver light below the crypt pulsed again. Stronger. Like a heartbeat. Lucien continued carefully. “He became obsessed with immortality. With preserving the throne forever. The bloodlines rebelled against him eventually.” Liora frowned. “And they imprisoned him beneath the throne?” “Yes.” Thomas looked deeply offended by history. “You people really buried an immortal king underground and then built kingdoms on top of him?” Nobody answered. Because another sound rose from below. Not a voice this time. Movement. Heavy movement. Something shifting deep beneath the throne vault.

",he chuckled. * * * * * " I wouldn't ask you again Prince.", The King said, Leuchars looking at the king, knew it would be a hassle with the king, thank goodness it was only him, he felt it'll be easier to get away from the king and run to go meet Leecha, the plan was simple, run away with her, and build a family somewhere far away, where he would never find them. The stones which he possessed, contained the power of immortality, no wonder his father wanted it, he thought, it was his turn to do something for humanity, and it was now.

"If you ask me, the Immortal Sect people are funny. The ones who have the most fun here are them, and the ones who come looking for trouble with the king are also them." "Isn't that great? Kill one if one comes, kill ten if ten come. The more that come, the more karma we get." The evil spirits burst out laughing. Suddenly, the Nightmare Fiend, who had been silent all along, shook his head. "No, this isn't karma from the king killing people." "Then what is it?" "The king is getting married!" The Nightmare Fiend suddenly stood up and grabbed the person next to him. "Tell me, is the king really getting married?"

he said. He gestured at the book in my hand. "That's the handbook, it's gonna guide you on what to do and what not to" I simply gaped at him as he speaks, like where is his car driving to right now? Time immemorial? Is he really an immortal like the books say? Doesn't that mean he's hundreds of thousand years older than me? Crap! My mate is an old man, not just an ordinary old man -a very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very old man.

I believe that our French fellow vampires must be attended to promptly, lest, seeing themselves without leaders, they fall prey to panic and uncertainty. —I vote in favor. - Qin Shi Huang sighs.- The youngest of you cannot understand the immense emptiness that seizes the heart of an immortal after having existed for so long. It seems natural to me that our King seeks comfort and rest, and I also find it is commendable that the Mégas has seen fit to tell us about his plans. A less... willing... ruler would have gone about the whole thing in silence, leaving us to our own devices.