A rare magical miracle in the world

"Uncle, Uncle."

Bailuo pulled his uncle aside, and he wasn't afraid of the Holy Emperor eavesdropping; given the latter's status, he obviously wouldn't do such a thing.

"What?"

Uncle looked at Bailuo with confusion, who quickly said, "Is this the sacred friend you mentioned before? You even know the Holy Emperor?"

Masters of Miracles also have ranks. Count Thorn and Bailuo, like this one, are greenhorns just starting out.

Micia, Morgan, and Lord of the Birch Trees are somewhat experienced seniors.

Those who have owned a miracle for more than 800 years can be called 'venerable seniors.'

As for the ones like King of Aolai and Empress of Mountains, and Cain Empress, they are Princely Kings who rule over their domains with considerable strength and can be called 'high-level Masters of Miracles.'

In gaming terms, Count Thorn is like a bronze-silver player, Micia and Morgan are gold-platinum, Duke Yangbo is diamond, King of Aolai and Empress of Mountains are Transcendent Masters, and those who can claim the title of Emperor or Empress, like the Empress of the Extreme North and the Empress of the East, are considered arrogant grandmasters.

And the Holy Emperor is truly the strongest King!

The baddest man in the whole Miracle Mainland, the world's number one!
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But uncle said they were sworn brothers, and Bailuo thought his uncle was already awesome enough, but apparently, it wasn't enough.

"I've always felt that you were merely an idol for middle-aged women," Bailuo glanced at the Holy Emperor and added, "I never imagined you didn't spare men either."

"Ah, those were mistakes made in my youth."

Uncle was in high spirits and intended to show off in front of Bailuo, playing along with him.

"What are you two talking about? Can I eavesdrop?"

The Holy Emperor didn't mind and was very amiable in character, a truly incredible senior and even seemed somewhat lovable to Bailuo.

"That's right, that's right, 'Emperor' and all sounds so strange. From now on, kiddo, you can call me Chubby Simpleton, just like Saros does."

"Chubby..."

Bailuo: "Simpleton?"

Chubby Simpleton. This was the nickname uncle had given the Holy Emperor in the past, and now he allowed Bailuo to call him that too, which seemed friendly.

"It's cute, isn't it? I really love it."

Although he was an old man, his tone was coquettish. But paired with his round figure, to be honest, he was indeed quite adorable.

"Ah, I almost forgot the important matter. Actually, I came to give you this."

Chubby Simpleton took out a contract from his bosom, really just pulling it out without using any Miracle Power, taking simplicity to the extreme: "This is the Sacred Covenant. Sense it, and you will see many terms on it."

[Sacred Covenant]

Covenant one: Do not use battle strength above Heroic Level on any Miracle Mainland where miracles could fall.

Note: If it's a reconstructable non-miracle land, then Legendary Level and below Miracle Children are allowed.

Covenant two: Do not kill Masters of Miracles, and anyone who commits this crime, the signatories have the responsibility to unite and punish.

Note: Imprisonment is allowed, but not abuse.

Covenant three: Have the responsibility to participate in the Kings Conference held once every ten years to discuss the future direction of Miracle World.

Note: Although it's called the Kings Conference, in reality, it's just over a hundred people.

Covenant four

Covenant five

Covenant six

...

Though it was just a small piece of paper, it contained a lot of content, and it even had Chubby Simpleton's notes.

Yes, Chubby Simpleton's own notes. He told Bailuo all the details, precautions, and loopholes of each covenant openly and clearly.

"Let me see."

His senior disciple sister took the Sacred Covenant from Bailuo's hand and looked at it carefully to make sure there were no traps.

In the end, the document reached uncle's hands.

"It's the same as before, still so considerate," said the uncle. "There's no problem with this covenant; we can sign it, but on one condition."

"What's our relationship, after all? Speak freely, speak freely!"

Chubby Simpleton and the uncle appeared to have a history, but Bailuo had never heard the uncle talk about his youthful adventures. Bailuo knew that the uncle had formed an adventure group around the age of 24 and then led a team of 19 people to wander around and explore the entire Miracle New Continent.

But the uncle had left home at 13 to join the army in place of his frail elder brother, fighting for the Marchioness of Clearspring, quelling domestic turmoil and resisting foreign enemies.

From ages 13 to 24, these 11 years, Bailuo knew nothing.

It was the most mysterious secret of Uncle's, and he was extremely tight-lipped about it.

'When the time comes, you will know,'

Every time Bailuo asked, Uncle would say to him, 'Actually, it's nothing serious. I just completed 12 tasks given by Clearspring, and then fought a few matches in the holy arena.'

"No problem, just sign it."

"There is a problem," Chubby Simpleton patted his belly, laughing, "Tell me, and I can help you modify it right now."

"Can it still be changed?!!"

Bailuo was completely stunned. He looked at Uncle and then at the Holy Emperor. If there wasn't something fishy going on, Bailuo would immediately jump off Yatun High Cliff.

"There's nothing to modify."

Chubby Simpleton sounded casual, but Bailuo was not the kind of person who would exploit the situation.

This covenant had no adverse effects on Yatun. As long as he signed it, Bailuo could take Yatun through decades of stable development.

What was there to be dissatisfied about?

"I've received the covenant of Yatun."

The covenant was formed by the power of Miracle, its essence being that of the king's Royal Prestige transformed by the Holy Emperor. And this also meant that, relying on the Royal Prestige of one person, the Holy Emperor actually signed covenants and imposed constraints with hundreds of Masters of Miracles.

How immense his Royal Prestige was, unimaginable.

"Ah, ah, actually it's not that impressive," Chubby Simpleton used his forefinger and thumb to indicate a small distance, "I'm just a little bit stronger than the average Master of Miracles."

Goodness, another 'tiny bit'!

"Xiao Luo, I will take care of this fat man," Uncle said, "I'll take him to Netherworld Fairyland, have a bath first, and then tonight we'll hold a banquet to welcome the visit of the Emperor of the Holy Empire to our country."

Underneath Netherworld Fairyland is a large prison, but above ground, it is filled with luxurious, Japanese-style streets and hotels, complete with hot springs and, thanks to Rakshasa's recent contributions to Yatun, a new special feature—the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

"You guys go ahead."

Bailuo was still very young at heart. If the visitor had been someone like the haughty King of Aolai, he would definitely have handled the hospitality himself.

But for a seventy or eighty-year-old man, Bailuo really did not know what to do.

Just as you, being a national leader, faced with a 100-year-old grandfather leaning on a cane, what pretense could you put on, what was the point?

Uncle taking the initiative to entertain the Emperor made Bailuo feel relieved.

He still preferred to deal with dominant figures face to face, but he didn't know how to handle a silly, naive, and cute old man like Chubby Simpleton.

"First we take a bath, huh? When do we eat chicken?"

"Eat while soaking."

"Can you eat while soaking?!"

Chubby Simpleton's eyes widened, his expression brimming with anticipation: "Alright, alright, shhluurrp."

Watching the two old men's receding figures, the elder sister said to Bailuo, "Father is very happy."

"I can see that."

Uncle was a man of few words, but his conversation with Chubby Simpleton revealed a joy of a reunion after a long separation. It seemed, as Uncle had said, that they were indeed very close friends.

"Let's get ready as well."

Bailuo commanded, "Rakshasa, assemble the demons for the night banquet, with the highest level of reception!"

"Yes!"

Rakshasa bowed in response and then immediately disappeared from in front of his sister and Bailuo.

"You deliberately sent him away and called me here, for what, Saros?"

Inside the Immortal Village Hotel, with multiple overlapping spaces arranged through astonishing sorcery and multiple barriers, Chubby Simpleton, now in a loose white bathrobe in the most luxurious hot springs area, turned to look at Uncle: "You, are you hiding something from him?"

"Shhh."

Uncle did not directly answer but slightly opened his clothes, revealing his chest.

"!!!!"

Chubby Simpleton's previously easygoing expression changed to one of shock and tension: "You! What happened?!"

"I called you here because I have a question for you," Uncle said.

Cracks spread across Uncle's chest, originating from the heart and branching out toward the limbs and neck, as if they were about to completely tear apart the old man's body: "How much time do I have left?"