Lyka spoke in a voice full of exhaustion, yet after a long while, that voice he had awaited for twelve years still did not appear in his mind.
It was not that Chen Cheng did not want to respond to him. Even Chen Cheng himself did not know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.
Although he received no response whatsoever, Lyka was not discouraged in the slightest. It was as though he treated this method as a release for his emotions.
The pressures and thoughts he could not share with outsiders could be poured out here completely, to a voice he did not know truly existed or was merely something he had imagined in his youth.
"Whether it is right or wrong, at least for this era, what I am doing should be right."
After pouring out his heart, Lyka's conviction only grew firmer.
Just as he understood, gods should not exist in this era. This was the world of humans. Since the time had not yet come, this was still a world of humans.
As for a thousand years later, he would not live to see that day. All he could do was protect these final thousand years.
The sense of mission in Lyka's heart affected Chen Cheng. Feeling those emotions, Chen Cheng's eyes stung.
Time flew by. After Lyka ascended the throne, his life as Emperor did not change much. Aside from having more affairs to handle, he also had to draft a governing framework suited to this era: rites and law.
Before this, in this world—or rather, after Old Ke and the others—there had never been any true nations or governments. Every race existed in tribal form, even the dominant Orc race.
They too were a super-tribal alliance made up of various orc tribes,