Dimension Game Empire Chapter 359

『Twelve Holy Seats』

Just hearing the name, Xia Yan could feel its heavy weight. Not to mention that on the virtual panel, the Empire continuously used the ‘Attention’ tag to warn the gamers. However, due to the uniqueness of his talent origin, Xia Yan rarely interacted with other gamers.

The only ways to obtain information about the Empire game were through the junior gamer ‘Wang Yu’ who had once been kind to him, and the Truth Astronomical Secret Records. The important information that appeared on the virtual panel once again made Xia Yan deeply realize the lack of information he had.

He had no idea what these four words represented.

“Twelve… Holy Seats.”

Xia Yan whispered, noting the name down. Just as Xia Yan was thinking about something, Doni, chewing on snacks, appeared in front of him with a slightly comical face.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Xia Yan, want to eat something? Milan’s wine and food are very rich.” As he said this, Doni stuffed a glass full of wine into Xia Yan’s hand, instantly becoming a warm and hospitable host.

The mellow aroma of red wine wafted from the glass. Xia Yan took a sip, savoring the wine while revealing a thoughtful expression. It wasn’t until he made up his mind that he slowly swallowed the red wine.

Xia Yan’s eyes flickered with a faint light, and no one knew what he was thinking.

“Doni, didn’t you want to know the essence of that power?”

Suddenly, Xia Yan pursed his lips and smiled gently. While making people feel close, it also gave an incredible sense of distance.

“Ugh, cough cough!” Doni hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth, coughing a few times. But his face remained unchanged, and he looked at Xia Yan excitedly.

“Of course, I want to know. What’s wrong? Are you finally going to tell me?”

“Yes. I will not only tell you what this energy is, but I can even tell you how this energy was obtained.” Xia Yan shook the wine glass gently, smiling as he said.

Hearing this, Doni was slightly stunned. He didn’t show the ecstatic expression he had imagined, but instead raised his black sunglasses and looked at Xia Yan with a doubtful look.

Although they hadn’t known each other for long, Doni understood that Xia Yan could never be a philanthropist. Just like how he could use almost any means to enjoy fighting and satisfy himself, Xia Yan was also ‘the same kind’.

They had no good or evil in their eyes, everything came from their ego. They would only be enthusiastic about things that made them happy, interests that satisfied them, and pursuits above all else.

Therefore, in Doni’s view, Xia Yan’s act of kindness in telling him the essence and method of that ‘power’ could even be said to be a ‘Hongmen Banquet’.

Noticing Doni’s doubts and a hint of vigilance in his eyes, Xia Yan smiled indifferently, drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and then slowly said.

“Of course, I won’t tell you these things unconditionally. The principle of equal exchange must be followed, even if you are a Godslayer.” Xia Yan glanced at Doni and comforted him, “Don’t worry, the condition I propose is just a piece of cake for you.”

“In any case, we are evenly matched opponents, shouldn’t friends help each other?”

Doni chewed on these words with a strange expression, thinking about whether to agree to this transaction.

Competitor = Friend.

Hmm, it doesn’t seem to be wrong…

But I still feel like I’m being deceived.

Erica, who was listening attentively from the side, couldn’t help but want to laugh at the stunned Doni. This inexplicable equation could be said to be Salvatore Doni’s unique outlook on life and beliefs, which were different from others.

This mysterious man named Xia Yan was obviously using the Sword King’s outlook on life to take advantage of him.

Although she saw through this, Erica did not advise Doni. Although Salvatore Doni was the leader of the Italian Magic Society, he was more of a symbolic mascot than a leader.

Without the help of his loyal subordinate, the knight ‘Andre’, he couldn’t even fulfill the duties of a ‘King’, he was just a simple warrior.

Excluding his power, Erica didn’t have much respect for Doni’s character, let alone loyalty. Doni was the King of the Italian Magic Society, but not the ‘King’ that Erica Blandelli was loyal to.

Taking the risk of offending Xia Yan to advise this Sword King, Erica, who knew how to weigh the pros and cons, would not do such a thing.

Thinking like this, she couldn’t help but carefully look at Xia Yan.

Without the blessing of that transcendent power, Xia Yan had returned to his original appearance. His hair, as black as night, and his eyes, as bright as rubies, could leave a deep impression on people.

His handsome face carried a gentle smile, and this fair face had the noble air of someone who was well-cared for. Just looking at his hands, you wouldn’t feel that he was a swordsman who could rival a Godslayer. There were no calluses, and his slender fingers made him look like a scholar.

But Erica wouldn’t really think that the other party was a scholar who couldn’t even kill a chicken. The Milan city center, which was under construction and reconstruction, was the biggest contradiction.

‘Where did he come from? To be able to match a Godslayer at such a young age…’

Feeling that there was not much difference between her age and Xia Yan’s, but the other party had already been compared to a Godslayer who was enough to crush the peak of humanity, the ‘Holy Knight’, while she was only at the ‘Great Knight’ rank and was called a genius.

Then what was Xia Yan? A monster? An evil being?

Thinking of this, Erica Blandelli felt ashamed for the first time in her life. However, as proud as she was, she quickly regained her composure and returned to her usual confidence. Then, Erica, who came back to her senses, saw a smile that was not a smile.

Xia Yan was looking at her.

The girl’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she suddenly had a feeling of being seen through by the other party.

This handsome young man smiled kindly at Erica, then turned to look at the Sword King who was still thinking.

“How is it, Doni? Have you thought about it? Do you want to accept this deal?”

“…Tell me first, what kind of request is it?” Doni asked curiously.

“It’s a simple matter, I want to slay… Hmm, this word is a bit inaccurate.” Xia Yan snapped his fingers lightly, paused, seeming to be organizing his words. After a moment, he said casually as if he was chatting about everyday things.

“I want to hunt a god who does not obey.”

“…..?!”

The word ‘slay’ means to overcome from below, to win with weakness, to reverse.

The word ‘hunt’ means to look down from above, to carefully arrange, to plan.

A difference of one word, but completely different.

The former is the courage and spirit to dare to reverse.

The latter is the calmness and decisiveness of careful planning.

Which of the two is better is not worth arguing. But Xia Yan’s meaning is very clear.

Gods who do not obey are prey, he – is the hunter.

One sentence, astonishing.