Chapter 312: Hira's Effort

"Great Emperor Messiah, my previous offense..." Yuke could not help but speak again. Offending an Emperor's authority in this age of elixirs, where monarchs reign supreme and commoners' lives are like ants, was incredibly dangerous.

"It's irrelevant," Xu Zhi said again, then continued recounting the history of Sumerian civilization.

He rarely indulged his interest as a bard in the bar, calmly narrating the history of this world to everyone. He wasn't a violent person who would constantly seek revenge and humiliate those who offended him. It was normal for this sudden Quasi-Emperor to have doubts and want to clear out those spreading rumors. Only a truly malicious powerful individual would ignore such a matter. Yuke had provoked him for the stability of the human kingdom, not out of malice. Why should he seek revenge? On this point, he was very understanding, as he had said: a laid-back attitude was the appropriate mindset.

"Thank you, Emperor."

Yuke took a deep breath, his face full of remorse. Knowing he had offended an Emperor, simply surviving was a stroke of luck. He stepped back, melting into the crowd of ordinary bar patrons, and began listening to the bard's story.

The surrounding people looked surprised and frightened. Such a Quasi-Emperor, a legendary powerhouse, could easily destroy several cities nearby. They quickly tried to make space for him, but Yuke waved his hand. In front of an ancient Emperor, he was no different from these common people. Putting on airs would only make him feel more ashamed.

"Legend has it that in ancient times, the gods saw the great wickedness of humanity on Earth and decided to destroy Sumerian civilization, sending a cataclysmic flood to wipe out all life," the black-haired, black-eyed young man recounted, his face calm and relaxed, his voice still gentle. "However, the Creator God, moved by the benevolence of Enkidu, King of the Forest, commanded Utnapishtim to build an ark to escape the world-ending flood."

Previously, Yuke would have dismissed him as an impostor lacking the essence of a true powerhouse. After all, every Epic Emperor had risen through bloodshed and endured countless ages; their unique aura could not be concealed, and their authenticity was instantly discernible. But now, this gentle demeanor of the black-haired, black-eyed storyteller in the bar made Yuke feel that he was profound and unfathomable, subtly revealing a fierce power, a dominion that had compelled all beings to bow before him amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Truly worthy of being the oldest First Generation Elixir Emperor; his presence was so perfectly restrained!

As he thought this, he recoiled further into the crowd of bar patrons. At this moment, he felt that he, a Quasi-Emperor, was no different from these ordinary guests—weak, pitiable, and destined to die in the passage of time, becoming just another common grave of yellow earth. Yet, being able to hear one of the most ancient Emperors narrate the blank spaces in Sumerian mythological history from two thousand years ago did not diminish his pride at all. Instead, it was an supreme honor.

Xu Zhi glanced at Yuke, who was huddled in the crowd. Was this person a masochist? Why did he look so admiring, as if he wanted to kneel and listen to his story? Indeed, different environments produce different kinds of people. Under Medusa's influence, there were many like him. He smiled, looking at the people around the bar, and calmly said, "That will be all for today. Tomorrow, I will tell the first chapter of the Babylonian Tribal Era: The Three Witches."

Three days later, in a bar in Will City, a black-haired, black-eyed young bard was telling a story. The news that the ancient Emperor Messiah had appeared and was recounting ancient myths to the world spread like a hurricane across the entire Elixir Continent. Many in the Undead Empire, the Half-Beastmen Kingdom, and the Human Empire found it hard to believe. That was the First Generation Emperor from a thousand years ago!

"Does he know everything from ancient times to the present?""Could he have had some extraordinary encounter?""Unbelievable!""He's already reached the Era of the Three Witches, Medusa's teacher, Circe?""Who exactly is this person? He dares to speak casually about the Origin Demon God Medusa, the teacher of the Demon God of All Things, the Ancestor of Witches!"

The entire world was in an uproar. People were dispatched to verify the claims, and even some powerhouses directly withdrew from the brutal war front between the two worlds to investigate in person. By then, Will City was already packed, with streets emptying out as people flocked. Many powerhouses, unwilling to crowd into the bar, spontaneously used various means to amplify the sound and project the bar's images, listening from all corners of the city.

Inside the bar, it was no longer ordinary people who dared to enter, but rather top Quasi-Emperors from the three great kingdoms: burly green-skinned orcs, human practitioners, and skeleton necromancers cloaked in black. A black-haired, black-eyed bard was telling stories, while an ordinary-looking woman beside him served drinks and dishes. Hila shivered uncontrollably as she carried the tray.

"So, in the ancient era of the Three Witches, Medea and two other witches initiated the Age of Witches, but the witch Circe betrayed them...." As Xu Zhi stretched out a hand, an ancient fresco materialized before everyone.

"Could it be... this is the legendary ancient fresco, 'The Three Witches'!"

Voices of astonishment erupted around him. The fresco depicted three women amidst a sea of blood and mountains of female corpses, standing in a circle, each holding a torch.

"Ultimately, time passed, and the Three Witches fought throughout their lives, eventually approaching their decline. Throughout their lives..." Xu Zhi narrated calmly.

Hila grew increasingly excited. "Oh my god! What on earth is happening!?"

She cautiously approached a skeleton mage. She recognized him as the necromancer Andre, a legendary villain who had slain countless people, turning an entire city of thirty thousand into undead. She had read about him, how he had become a horror story parents told their children in many human cities to stop them from crying. She never expected to see him in person here.

"Your, your, your food!!" She stammered, unable to speak coherently when nervous.

"How cute, sweetheart. Can I eat you?" Andre told an awkward joke.

Inside, she screamed, "Oh! My god! This isn't a joke! He might actually eat me! Hila! You're a strong girl, pull yourself together! He wouldn't dare eat me!"

"Eat the food, not me," Hila quickly said.

"Thank you," the necromancer simply smiled, turning his head to glance at her. Black flames flickered in his skull's eye sockets, curious as to why an ordinary woman was speaking so haltingly. Though the skeleton mage didn't eat, he politely placed the dish on the table.

"Mr. Orc Sword Saint, your, your meat!!!" She was so startled she became distracted. This was Bika, the Half-Orc Imperial Guard Commander. He was so tall that he sat on a table, using it as a stool! He was rumored to be a terrifying entity who had slaughtered over a thousand human powerhouses!

She then walked up to a handsome man in golden armor, her eyes sparkling. This was Yuke! The dream lover of countless girls! A hero of justice! "Your, your, your wine!" she said, approaching with the tray.

"Don't chicken out! This would be too embarrassing for my Uncle Messiah!" She quickly recalled how he had looked before—bruised and swollen, with a terrified expression—and her heart immediately calmed a little. She finally understood the meaning of the words spoken earlier. Guests would come to their bar, and her opportunities for cultivation, for seeking help with revenge, would depend on herself!

"Work hard, Hila!" She clenched her fists.

This ordinary girl, prone to stammering when nervous, was diligently striving to adapt.