Bestowal of a Title (Part 2)

"More than ten thousand years ago, did Huaxia Country already have a civilized history?"

According to the history books, the answer to Zhang Chen's question was no. Yet the answer he received now was the opposite, and that civilization had been exceedingly prosperous.

"The title 'Emperor' does not suit me. I am no ruler, nor do I wish to become one. I only want to protect every important person by my side. I do not want to walk a path I am unwilling to take."

Zhang Chen looked at the wooden door opened in the side wing of the imperial palace and walked inside without hesitation. He felt no regret whatsoever over the decision he had made.

Yet there was no terrifying scene behind the wooden door. Instead, there was a small room of several dozen square meters. On the table in the center sat a square iron safe. There was no keyhole on it; in its place was a small mouth lined with sharp teeth.

A small golden knife lay beside the safe, and an uneasy premonition rose within Zhang Chen.

"Defying My King's orders adds another offense to your crimes. However, My King will give you one chance. Within the iron safe before you is something that can pardon your sins. But to open it, you may only feed the Brain-eating Worm at the lock. Once it consumes one hundred grams of a living human brain, it will open the iron door."

"If you display anything beyond that of an ordinary human, I will kill you here immediately. Also, because I enjoy studying medicine, let me give you a small hint: the human frontal lobe serves no great purpose to the brain as a whole. In theory, even removing it would pose no problem."

The voice vanished from