Chapter 154: Hill's Peculiarity

Afterwards, this incident sparked another wave of public frenzy in the Sunset Nation, with all media attention converging on Westford’s estate.

Everyone believed that as long as one could withstand the doll's trial at Westford's estate and return alive, an immense fortune awaited them.

Feng Tianling had anticipated all of this long ago. He understood human nature; people were naturally inclined to gamble on luck. As long as one or two people made it back alive, it would draw countless more.

True to expectation, ever since Tommy and Jeremy returned, people rushed in a scramble every single day to patronize his haunted house, leaving him overjoyed.

"That's more like it. Sustainable development is the way to go."

Staring at the skyrocketing horror points, he forcibly suppressed his laughter, watching group after group of self-righteous people transition from confidence to terror, from terror to despair, and finally from despair to numbness.

In the Sunset Nation today, terrifying stories about the haunted house were dime a dozen, having become a childhood nightmare for every child in the country.

Not just children; even some adults would shudder upon hearing the terrifying legends surrounding Feng Tianling.

The influence of his haunted house in the Sunset Nation grew increasingly profound, eventually giving rise to rumors that the Sunset Nation authorities were shielding that doll.

The officials of the Sunset Nation could no longer afford to ignore the matter.

Inside the very same Sunset Nation royal palace, Hill was reveling in his own beauty before the magic mirror when a voice pierced the air.

"Respected King Hill, there is a matter we can no longer afford to overlook."

The voice came from outside the door, for Hill permitted no one to enter his chambers.

Without even turning his head, Hill asked, "And what matter is that?"

"It concerns Westford. It appears he was killed by a doll..."

Before the person could finish, Hill interrupted dismissively, "It's just a doll. Why don't you guys just send a few Oracles to wipe it out?"

"But that doll possesses immense strength—it's the one from Huaxia. Dealing with it will likely require a tremendous amount of effort," the voice outside replied.

At that moment, a human face suddenly materialized on the surface of the magic mirror, looking directly at Hill as it spoke, "A doll?"

Ignoring the person outside the door entirely, Hill turned toward the magic mirror with an expression of utmost reverence and asked, "Indeed. A doll killed a noble named Westford."

"I don't care about this so-called Westford. I only care about that doll—the very doll that ruined my plans," the magic mirror said, seemingly enraged.

"Then what should we do?" Hill asked, looking even more subservient.

"It's simple. Although that doll's strength is absurdly high, if you deploy your full power to annihilate it, it shouldn't be too difficult," the magic mirror stated slowly.

"Deploy my full power? But I'm only at C-rank," Hill asked, a trace of confusion washing over him.

"Who asked you to use your pathetic strength? I mean mobilizing the entire upper echelon of the Sunset Nation's elite forces to deal with it!" the magic mirror said speechlessly.

"Huh? Is that doll's strength really that terrifying?" Hill found it hard to believe.

"One of my avatars had an encounter with it. Its aura is at A-rank, but considering various rumors and the fact that even the Pope of the Holy Church dares not act presumptuously in its presence, its true strength must far exceed A-rank," the magic mirror explained.

"A-rank..." A hint of disdain seemed to color Hill's tone.

"Don't harbor any foolish notions. Its true strength is at least in the high tier of the Genesis realm. Do as I say, or I will make you wish you were dead!" The tone of the statement was severe.

Facing the threat of the magic mirror, Hill immediately dropped to his knees. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

Not long after, Hill stepped outside and encountered the minister who had been kneeling there the entire time.

"Let's go. We need to make arrangements to eliminate that doll."

The minister gave a slight nod, but because he had been kneeling for too long, his legs had gone numb. The moment he tried to stand, his legs gave out completely, sending him tumbling downward.

In his fall, his hands grabbed at Hill's outer garments, stripping his outer robes clean off.

The moment his gorgeous outer robe was pulled away, the women's lingerie he wore underneath was exposed to the open air, plunging the atmosphere into awkward silence.

With a dark expression, Hill remained wordless, while the minister collapsed onto the floor, using every ounce of his willpower to suppress his laughter, not daring to look up at all.

Hill sighed inwardly: *Good thing, good thing. Only this minister saw it. As long as I kill him, no one else will ever know.*

With that thought, he channeled his energy into his hands, preparing to finish off the minister.

Right at that moment, a voice rang out, "Your Majesty!"

Looking toward the source of the voice, several guards holding longswords stood frozen in astonishment.

They were palace guards on patrol.

In an instant, Hill halted his movements, his face devoid of any expression.

He actually wanted to slaughter these guards as well, but he simply couldn't defeat them—his strength just didn't permit it.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, but he knew the longer the silence dragged on, the worse the social death would be. Ultimately, he managed to squeeze out: "This is His Majesty's hobby!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he instantly regretted them.

The atmosphere grew even more agonizingly awkward.

A sudden chuckle escaped from the direction of the guards. That laughter grated so harshly on Hill’s ears that his facial muscles began to twitch uncontrollably.

Everyone's gaze shifted to one of the guards, who immediately dropped to his knees upon seeing this.

"Your Majesty!"

With a forced smile, Hill asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I... I just thought of something very funny." Unable to hold it in any longer, he let out a sudden snort, his body trembling as he struggled to contain his laughter, emitting muffled groaning sounds.

His display proved contagious; the surrounding guards could no longer hold back either, letting out similar stifled snorts.

"Enough!" Hill roared before glaring at the guards.

"That doll has been causing quite a ruckus lately. You lot shall go and deal with it."

Hill's decree startled the guards. The one dressed in the most lavish armor stepped forward and spoke.

"Great Majesty, that doll's strength is unfathomable. With just the few of us, I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish, Hill grasped his meaning and smiled as he interrupted.

"Naturally, the few of you cannot handle it alone. Therefore, you are granted the authority to command all transcendent humans in the entire Sunset Nation. You must eliminate that doll at all costs. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Left with no further objections, the guards had no choice but to accept the order.

Having issued his command, Hill strutted away with an exaggerated swagger. The minister behind him picked up the discarded clothing and called out as a reminder,

"Your Majesty, your clothes..."

Extremely impatient, Hill turned his head back, shot him a chilling glare, and snapped,

"I said! I like it this way!"

That's right, he decided to stop pretending and show his true colors. After all, only in this state could he achieve true freedom from restraint.

Thus, everyone in the royal palace today witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

The usually solemn and dignified Hill, dressed in pink women's lingerie, strutted haughtily through the palace grounds, an unprecedented look of satisfaction plastered across his face.

He... seemed to be basking in everyone's gaze.

After wandering aimlessly around the palace for a full circle, he stepped outside, looked up at the three suns in the sky, and slowly muttered,

"The third sun has risen, hasn't it? The sunlight is exceptionally blinding today."

Seriously, are there any normal people among the leaders on the human side?

Meanwhile, on the side of the guards, Vandaker, their leader, walked ahead with a grave expression. A guard hurried to his side and asked,

"How on earth are we supposed to deal with that doll?"

Even though they were all super-experts at the high tier of the Genesis realm, hearing the legendary tales of that Huaxia doll left them feeling deeply unsettled.

"Mobilize every transcendent human we can possibly reach at full strength, and have them assemble," Vandaker said calmly.

"Huh? You want to..." The guard's words trailed off in his throat.

"Use them as cannon fodder, while we stand in the rear to analyze the doll's weaknesses. Then, when it drops its guard, we strike with a sudden fatal blow!" A smile curved the corners of Vandaker's lips as he continued,

"No matter how powerful that doll is, it's ultimately just a bizarre entity. Right now, it's all alone in the Sunset Nation. If we swarm it with human-wave tactics, how long could it possibly hold out?" With that, he chuckled again.

The smile was intensely sinister, fitting the archetype of a classic cartoon villain to a T.