I'm the King Of Technology

'I must be dreaming... Or else how can the world change so much?'

Gregory felt tempted to close his eyes again and return to 'sleep.'

If not for the pain he felt at the back of his neck, he would still believe he was dreaming.

"Rise and shine, Rapunzel. This monarch just saved your life."

"..."

Rapunzel? Who is that? And are you also a monarch?

Watch out!!!

Bam!

Landon held the sword flashing at him, using only a single finger.

F***!

"I must be dreaming," Gregory muttered in disbelief.

Even the attacker froze with his mouth hung open and his eyes bulging.

'Bro, are you sure you are human?'

This move was just too exaggerated!

If this guy wasn't an enemy, he would like to go down on his knees and beg the hit to take him in as his pupil.

Unfortunately, such a thing could never happen now.

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Bam!

Landon kicked his armor, sending the guy rolling away like a bowling ball.

Strike!

He cleared a few more enemies rushing his way.

And for amongst, the scene made Gregory numb with awe the longer he watched Landon fight.

At this point, he didn't even need to give Landon any heads up. The guy seemed to have eyes already plastered at the back of his head.

Then... Then... What else can he do to help?

The answer was nothing!

Sigh...

Gregory lazily laid on Landon's shoulders, wishing he had a cup of tea and some good snacks to eat while watching the show.

What was even more ridiculous that at some points, Landon would jump high into the air while fighting those below.

At first, he was anxious while high up. But now, he could even cross his feet and watch the stunning battle from above.

Landon jumped out of a window with him, landing one floor up as though he were doing a simple skip.

Forget it.

If he had to explain how much he had passed through in just these brief moments, he felt he would talk from today till tomorrow.

One had to see it, to believe it.

Even future historians might also think it a myth or a lie.

That was how good this savior of his was.

But aside from that, his savior's actions and the many glimpses of chaos he witnessed unfolded outdoors made his hairs stand erect.

The heavens... The heavens had unleashed a monstrous hell in his palace that caused many to scream and wail in horror.

Gregory had never seen anything like this!

'Too powerful!...' He inwardly muttered.

How to defend against such an attack?

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Ting! Ting! Ting!~

Landon fought vigorously, taking Gregory toward the topmost room in the building.

And sure enough, in no time, he reunited with Abdali and the rest.

"Your highness!"

"Uncles!!"

Gregory was glad they were all alive without a single scratch.

But who? Who were these strange people escorting them?

"My men..." Landon calmly reported, finally taking off his mask.

And sure enough, the other Baymardians all went down on one knee.

"Your majesty..."

Bloom!!!

The title alone responded like a booming drum.

Whether it was Abdali or the other supporters, they all left their lips quivering uncontrollably while staring at the dashing youngster in his early 20s.

He didn't give off any mean vibes but looked friendly and approachable. Yet, they dared not show any signs of rudeness.

After all, do they have the same strength this great youngster had?

So terrible!

Abdi and the rest felt dizzy after seeing his face.

Sigh...

"The world is now for the young. We old people must take a step back." Abdali commented, inwardly acknowledging Landon's strength.

He was no more than 42 years old. But in today's world, he was far more than—a Grandfather.

In fact, he already had a great-grandchild.

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Looking at Landon, they too bowed respectfully before him.

As customary actions, they were only to kneel before Titarian's Monarch while being to other monarchs instead.

But the degree they bowed had to be different and deeper than usual.

"Hmmm..."

Landon waved his hands casually, and both his people and Gregory's supporters stood or straightened their backs.

Landon calmly placed Gregory down.

And instantly, Abdali and the rest looked at Gregory with curious eyes that seemed to ask; when did he make friends with such a powerful monarch, and how did he know in advance to invite such a person here?

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Questions, questions, questions...

There were too many things they wanted to ask. Too bad Gregory himself was clueless about the identity and purpose of this new friend of his

Land chuckled.

"I'm sure you all are wondering who I am. Pardon me for my rudeness. You may call me, Your Majesty Landon Barn, ruler of a small but prestigious empire called Baymard."

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Baymard... Baymard... Baymard?

Many scrunched their brows, trying to see if the same could tingle their brains.

Why? Why wasn't it ringing any bells? Was it a place around them? Could it be a mysterious island of some sort?

Never heard of it.

... But this didn't make them look down on the place. After all, didn't you hear him say 'small' but 'prestigious?'

"If I may ask, your majesty... Where might your glorious empire be found?"

The corners of Landon's like raised greatly. "Pyno."

Boom!

Yet another explosion took place in their hearts.

A restless feeling seized their brains, and a sharp jolt of adrenaline crashed their systems.

Pyno?... How can that be?

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Fine!

They had to admit that though they knew little to nothing about Pyno, the few Merchants who stumbled into their territory from Veinitta sometimes mentioned Pyno as a dump.

Some said Pyno was overall similar to Zohl in technological rank, as well as many other aspects.

Many also looked down on Zohl extensively, also calling it a dump.

Compared to Tenola and even their good buddy, Romain, Zohl was still far back in many aspects, despite its land and strange creatures inhabiting the place.

Well, at least they were far better than Omania.

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