Siege!

[You gripped the flagpole with both hands and pulled hard.]

[The flagpole did not budge an inch.]

[You pulled again. It still did not move.]

[You activated Chaos Divine Power, even used Void Power—the flagpole remained completely motionless.]

[A voice rang out in your mind.]

[It was not the Human Emperor's voice, but a strange, aged, exhausted voice.]

["You are not a commander."]

["You are one person."]

["This flag only recognizes a commander."]

[You froze.]

[The inheritance of the word "soldier" was not something just anyone could take.]

[What the Human Emperor had left you was not a treasure, but a kind of qualification.]

[You had the qualifications to become a commander, but you had not yet become one.]

[You needed an army. You needed a war. You needed to prove yourself in that war.]

[Only then would this flag recognize you.]

[You let go and took a step back.]

[Looking at the war flag still floating in the center of the secret chamber, an emotion too complex to put into words surged up in your heart.]

[Human Emperor, oh Human Emperor.]

[You had calculated everything.]

[The first legacy you obtained from Tailing was perception—the ability to see the truth of the world.]

[The second legacy you obtained from Taiyuan was not the war flag itself, but the qualification to become a commander.]

[You had not obtained the war flag, but an extra mark had appeared between your brows.]

[It was not the word "soldier," but the outline of a tiny flag.]

[That outline was very faint, so faint that even you could barely detect it, but it was there, like a seed buried deep within your divine soul.]

[It was waiting.]

[Waiting for you to plant it, waiting for it to grow into a towering tree.]

[You took a