Alibuda Chronicles Volume 22: Chapter 5 The Uncrowned King

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The Golden Flower Federation, currently the strongest nation on Earth, has existed for only a little over two hundred years, but the history of that land is incredibly long. Countless heroes and emperors have established regimes there, vying for supremacy.

Its rich culture and advanced education have fostered a diverse pool of talent, providing the foundation for its prosperity. However, the true backbone of the Golden Flower Federation is the Palace of Light, located within its borders.

With the support of the Cihang Jingdian (Quiet Palace of Compassion), the Golden Flower Federation implemented democratic politics, electing its first president by popular vote, and stipulating in its constitution a six-year term with a maximum of one re-election. This system of breaking away from monarchical autocracy is not unprecedented on Earth, but when surrounded by hereditary monarchies, it will never allow such a democratic nation to survive. Without the strong support of the Palace of Light, the Golden Flower Federation would never have been established, let alone grown and thrived. Over the past year

, I have traveled to many places, but I have only traversed the southern part of the Golden Flower Federation, not truly penetrating its depths.

The struggle between Cihang Jingdian and Jingnian Chanhui—I had heard Zhishan's last words, and if that were revealed, I'd likely become an assassination target immediately. To avoid trouble, I subconsciously avoided getting close to this country.

"Nephew, you don't look well. Is entering the Golden Flower Federation putting a lot of pressure on you?"

"Nonsense! The sun is too strong; I'm getting heatstroke. Are you looking down on me?"

"Oh dear, don't get so worked up. The Golden Flower Federation is a great nation, full of fun things—blonde sluts, busty foreign beauties. As long as you can afford it, the Golden Flower Federation is practically paradise."

The man who became the first president of the Golden Flower Federation was originally a shepherd in a valley before mastering martial arts. Therefore, the men of the Golden Flower Federation were called "sheepmen," and the women were called "sheep girls." I don't know when, but due to a change in the characters, they became "foreigners" and "foreign girls." Broadly speaking, any blonde, blue-eyed, voluptuous, and fashionably dressed woman seems to be categorized as a "foreign woman."

However, I find Mao Yanping's words amusing. This delinquent middle-aged man spends all his time advising me to live a normal life and to use my position as a tracker to accumulate good karma. Now, upon arriving in the Golden Flower Federation, he tells me this place is full of sluts and whores, completely oblivious to contradicting himself. The depth of his contradictions is unparalleled.

"What does it matter? Heh, as long as you can afford it, and it's consensual, a legitimate hobby while prostituting is better than drugging and raping someone and then murdering their entire family, right?"

"Hey! Your so-called legitimate life has a rather broad standard, doesn't it? But at most, I only drug and rape women, I don't murder entire families to silence them!"

"Hahaha, with your intelligence, would you do it yourself? If you don't want anyone to know, unless..."

"Hey! Uncle, do you have an address for your hometown or birthplace?"

"Yes, what are you going to do?"

"When I have time, I'll go and kill your whole family, wipe out your entire clan."

I don't know whether to call this round of conversation pleasant or unpleasant, but at least until the end, Mao Yanping and I were still smiling, and we were patting each other on the back with laughter. Ah Xue and Yu Ni behind us probably thought it was very strange.

Over the course of a year, Xue and Yu Ni became good friends. Although they weren't inseparable, their similarly distorted lives surprisingly meshed well. Neither of them knew how to scheme or be jealous of the other. As the only two women in our group, they got along very well.

In terms of romantic entanglements, Yu Ni and I were the closest, but when it came to genuine friendship, she always chatted and laughed with Xue. Whenever we rested during our journey, Yu Ni would often sit with Xue, whispering sweet nothings between them. Their intimacy made me nostalgic for how Yu Ni had once despised and antagonized Xue back in the Southern Barbarian lands.

"Hey, Xue, how come you're so close to her? Do you remember how she bullied you back in the Southern Barbarian lands? I think she even kicked and stomped on you. Don't you mind at all?"

I once asked Xue this, but she answered with a cheerful laugh, like an older sister, "To move towards the future, you can't just think about the past. If you keep carrying the heavy burden of the past, your steps will be too heavy to lift, and you won't be able to move forward." "

Come on, you talk like you really know everything. You big fox trying to talk about life..."

"Hehe, these are things Master used to tell people. I'm just remembering what you taught me."

Xue's smile left me speechless. Anyway, it's better for the two of them to be chatting and laughing than for them to be two cold faces. After all, I sleep with them almost every night, and if they don't get along, I'll have a lot of trouble.

(But...it's ridiculous, two women with false personalities becoming friends. Are their current personalities truly their true selves?)

Every time I see Yu Ni and A Xue laughing and chatting, this thought pops into my head. One has lost her memory, the other is under mind control. Can these two women, laughing and talking in front of me, really be called "A Xue" and "Yu Ni"?

Actually, one thing I'm very concerned about is Yu Ni's mental state. A Xue's personality can redevelop because she lost her past memories, but Yu Ni hasn't. Despite being controlled, her memories are completely preserved. I spent a lot of time using a combination of hypnosis and brainwashing to create a seemingly normal virtual personality for her.

In essence, Yu Ni's nature hasn't changed; she's still a female beast acting on instinct. What I did for her was to use frequent brainwashing to put a personality cage called "rationality" in this female beast's body, making her appear normal in daily life, as if she has awakened and recovered from the control of the evil lotus. As the modifier

, I care deeply about my creation. Yu Ni's performance was generally good, but occasionally her inner beastly nature would break free of its cage, becoming uncontrollable on the battlefield, which was something I was quite worried about.

"Nephew, look ahead, your uncle is going to introduce you to the famous products of the Golden Flower Federation."

"Huh? Are there any big-breasted foreign girls? Where are they? What color are their underwear?"

"Not that!"

Along the way, many things impressed me, including personal transportation, skateboards or roller skates that float using anti-gravity barriers, maglev trains that float using multiple layers of anti-gravity barriers, and the special technology that uses monks and magicians to cultivate crops on a large scale. All of these left me in awe. However, when we arrived at Atlanta, the fifth largest city in the Golden Flower Federation, what I saw was quite perplexing.

Following the direction Mao Yanping was pointing, I saw a large, densely packed crowd gathered in front of a building, excitedly shouting and yelling, but I had no idea what they were doing.

"Uncle, what's going on over there? Are they crazy or possessed?"

"Oh, that's one of the characteristics of the Plantagenet Federal Democratic system: freedom of assembly and demonstration, basically protesting with signs."

Indeed, as the uncle said, several people in the group were holding signs and placards, seemingly protesting government discrimination against gay workers' employment rights, chanting slogans in unison at a deafening volume, shoving and jostling with the police and military maintaining order, desperately trying to break into what appeared to be the Atlanta city government building.

"So this is a demonstration?"

I'd heard of such things before, but for someone like me, born in an autocratic country, seeing a group of people surrounding government offices in protest was truly novel and interesting, like witnessing some kind of alternative carnival. In the Kingdom of Alibuda, and in other countries across the land, although there are no explicit laws prohibiting people from demonstrating and protesting, everyone knows that the price of gathering in front of the government is guaranteed to be death, and one's family will almost certainly be implicated. The

Golden Flower Federation truly lives up to its reputation as the strangest country on earth. People can surround government buildings, shout and yell, even prevent officials from entering, without paying a price. They won't be skinned alive, nor will they be taken to a small, dark interrogation room where their fingernails are pulled out with red-hot pliers, and tiny needles are pierced into their pupils, leaving them to scream madly until they die.

"Liberty, equality, and fraternity—these are the three pillars of the Golden Flower Federation's constitution. They believe that all people are born equal, and..."

I interrupted Mao Yanping's excited introduction, frowning as I asked, "Uncle, you're saying these people are holding up signs to protest?"

"Yes! Isn't it clearly written on them? They're saying they want to fight for the right to be free from discrimination, hoping the government will recognize the legality of same-sex marriage, and... even the right to marry between monks." "Nuns and monks marrying? Isn't that too lewd?"

"No, they're fighting for the legality of same-sex marriage between monks and monks, and between nuns... Don't make that face. This is... a highly free country."

I had long heard about the various social gatherings in the Golden Flower Federation, some of which enjoyed freedom to an absurd degree. Now I finally witnessed it with my own eyes, and Mao Yanping's wry smile made me feel both amused and exasperated.

"Wait, didn't you say you were protesting with placards? What's with that coffin? It's just protesting something, why are they even bringing out a dead person? Ah! Damn! That bunch of people are starting to scatter joss paper, is it a funeral?"

"Oh, that's a more intense form of protest. You're lucky to see it, it's the legendary coffin-carrying protest."

The customs and traditions of each place are indeed very different. This strange custom amazed Ah Xue and me, especially seeing the frenzied shouting of those people. I was really curious, did they really have a lot of resentment to vent, or did they get pleasure from scattering joss paper and carrying the coffin?

"Actually, the coffin-carrying protest is just one of the characteristics of the Golden Flower Federation. There are many other famous street scenes, especially during election season, the liveliness is even more intense than temple fairs and festivals. Ha, you'll have a chance to see it."

Ten feet away from the demonstrators, there were several tall, fine horses, and the riders on them were strangely dressed, holding various sizes of seven-colored crystals, pointing towards the protesters. According to Yu Ni, they were using those magical crystals to record the images from the scene, then editing them into news broadcasts to air in the evening.

"Broadcast? Where are they placed?"

Ah Xue was filled with curiosity about these novel things. After Yu Ni explained, she learned that the Golden Flower Federation's overall magical achievements indeed surpassed those of many other nations, especially closer to the capital. Huge crystal screens were set up in various important public places, broadcasting news at fixed times each day, allowing information to circulate rapidly throughout the country—evidence of the Golden Flower Federation's status as the strongest nation on Earth.

Just as the explanation was being given, the exterior of Atlanta City Hall emitted a bright light, becoming as clear as a mirror, displaying the live footage of the protest right before their eyes. Watching both the real-time scene and the live video feed, Ah Xue and I were speechless for a moment.

"Truly worthy of the Golden Flower Federation, such outstanding magical achievements..."

I must admit, I was genuinely amazed. In the Kingdom of Alibuda, and in most of the places I've visited, the mere existence of newspapers was enough to demonstrate a high level of local culture. To be able to fully apply magic to everyday life and create a civilization that surpasses all other nations—that truly proves the Golden Flower Federation's status as the strongest nation.

(Even the magical nation of Ishtar couldn't achieve this, could it? Ishtar, in its pursuit of technological monopoly, keeps all advanced magic hidden for military purposes, not for the common people's livelihood. But... that's a matter of vision. If one only focuses on military applications and lacks opportunities for broader application, the construction of civilization will be incomplete, and achievements will be limited...)

I gazed at the massive crystal screen in front of me, lost in thought, when suddenly a woman's exclamation rang in my ears.

"You're not Yu Ni? What are you doing here?"

Unlike Tianhe Xueqiong, who had secluded herself on a solitary peak to cultivate since childhood, Yu Ni always traveled around aimlessly while learning martial arts from the Heart Lamp Hermit. Coupled with her work as an international police officer, she had many friends and a high chance of running into acquaintances. But I genuinely hadn't expected that she would also know a reporter from the Golden Flower Federation.

The female reporter running towards Yu Ni was a slender girl of similar age. She wore a silk, off-white short-sleeved round-neck blouse, with a light blue bra faintly visible beneath the thin silk. She paired it with simple blue trousers and casual cloth shoes. Her overall attire was fresh and youthful, radiating the vitality expected of someone her age.

Her loose yet appropriate attire obscured her actual figure, but her skin was remarkably fair and delicate, seemingly flawless, making her oval face even more captivating. A beautiful wisp of bangs rested perfectly on her eyelashes, and her short, light brown hair cascaded down her sides, swaying in the breeze. A faint, milky scent wafted from her, piquing my interest.

(Hmm, slender and curvaceous, her chest doesn't seem very large, haha, no wonder, she's a friend of Neon's.)

I stood to the side, watching the female reporter and Yu Ni embrace warmly. They were clearly old acquaintances, and considering Yu Ni's past psychological state, it might even be some kind of "special" relationship.

(Strange, she looks familiar. Where have I seen her before?)

I frowned, unable to recall. Logically, I had no reason to know Yu Ni's friend, and besides, I always kept a low profile, avoiding contact with these media outlets to avoid unnecessary trouble. So where had I seen this girl before?

“Yu Ni, what are you doing here? Ah! Are you an international police officer? Are you here to hunt down some villain? Where’s Yu Hong? You sisters are always inseparable, isn’t she with you?”

“Charlotte, I’ve been separated from A Hong for a while now. Lately, I’ve been traveling with the Lord… ah, with John.”

“John, that name…”

Charlotte followed the direction Yu Ni pointed and spotted the three of us standing to the side. A Xue’s cloak was pulled low, obscuring her face. Mao Yanping’s refined and elegant demeanor didn’t particularly attract his attention. However, when he saw me, he was terrified, as if he had seen some horrifying ghost.

“John Farrell!”

“Ah! It’s you!”

I hadn’t quite remembered him, but hearing Charlotte’s loud exclamation, I suddenly remembered something. At the banquet hall on the night Ryan Buffett was assassinated, a newspaper reporter sneaked in to interview me and even pointed his finger at me and yelled at me, causing quite a commotion. At the time, I was determined to take revenge afterward, but Ryan died suddenly, and Yueying and I fled overnight, never having had a chance to care about these things again. Over time, I forgot about the incident. Now, seeing her face, I vaguely remember what she shouted that night.

"As a dignified commander of ten thousand cavalry, receiving the king's salary, you should uphold the code of chivalry and be a model for all soldiers. But you use despicable means in battle, raping other men's wives and daughters, poisoning and framing them, and afterwards cruelly abusing all the prisoners, selling them into slavery. How are you any different from the brutal Ishtar people? Do you know how many people died on the road being sold? Don't you have parents and sisters? You beast! You will surely be punished!" You can encounter moralists everywhere, and I am not easily moved by a few simple words. But from Charlotte's rebuke, I was surprised by her ability to gather intelligence. After all, I have handled these scandals very discreetly, and even the military is unaware of the details. She could not have obtained the facts from just one or two people. She must have conducted a very thorough investigation with many people to piece together these conclusions.

Without the backing of government resources, to relentlessly investigate to this extent on one's own is truly remarkable. I imagine Leng Linglan must be eager to recruit such intelligence talent.

(No wonder some say journalists are more capable than spies; judging by this level of infiltration, even Alibuda's intelligence agents can't compare.)

I chuckled inwardly, but Charlotte saw me as if I were her father's killer, launching into a tirade of accusations and insults. If Yu Ni hadn't held her back, she would have rushed at me long ago. Apparently, because of me, she was fired from Sara's newspaper after her failed interview that night, which is why she left her hometown to come to the Golden Flower Federation.

(Damn, now I know why she and Yu Ni are good friends—they're both perverted companions in their righteous folly.)

Seeing the crowd growing, I grew impatient. While Charlotte was indeed a beauty, I had no interest in wasting my time with a boring woman's petty tantrums. I simply turned and left, intending to find a place to stay for the night. Anyway, Yu Ni might not have many other skills, but she was excellent at tracking; even if we got separated, she could find us.

As I left, Yu Ni tried to chase after me, but I stopped her with a look, signaling her to get closer to Charlotte.

Someone who had offended me to my face—why would they get away so easily? Debts must be repaid with flesh; retribution isn't inevitable, it's just not the right time yet.

Besides, to succeed, one must associate with successful people. I think Charlotte is a shrewd person with excellent intelligence-gathering abilities; she might know many secrets unknown to official sources. Before we could make a move against her, obtaining information about her through Yu Ni would be very beneficial for us, who had just arrived in the Golden Flower Federation. When

you're on someone else's turf, the most important thing is to get firsthand intelligence; otherwise, you'll easily be slaughtered…

When Ah Xue and I walked two streets away, we looked back and saw that, apart from Violet, Mao Yanping hadn't followed. Ah Xue said the uncle must be interested in the reporter, and I nodded in agreement, but in my heart, I suspected that with the cunning of this wicked middle-aged man, he probably had the same plan as me. If I wasn't mistaken, when he returned later, we should have a lot to hear.

Before that, Ah Xue and I found an inn to stay in. Although it was a magnificent five-star inn, I had only recently left Rosetta and, having grown accustomed to the ingenious architecture of the dwarves, found this inn vulgar and unoriginal.

There's no need to overthink things when checking into a hotel. Before Yu Ni returned, Ah Xue and I had a chance to be alone. After dinner, I suddenly pulled her into the room, kicking her out and blocking Violet from the outside. As my lecherous eyes swept over her, Ah Xue's pretty face flushed, realizing my wicked intentions.

Taking a shower before the main event is a common hygiene practice for all men and women. In this respect, Ah Xue's usual shyness couldn't compare to Yu Ni's enthusiasm and boldness. Unless I took a forceful approach, it would be difficult to secure a bath together.

However, having received my guidance for a long time, Ah Xue wasn't the kind of wooden beauty who didn't understand romance. Whenever we bathed together, although she wrapped herself tightly in a towel, like a neatly wrapped dumpling, her alluring and sexy figure couldn't be hidden by the towel. Often, this wrapping had the opposite effect, highlighting her two plump, white breasts, round and high, her slender waist, and round, fleshy buttocks—a curve that made one want to devour her whole.

After becoming a high-level mage, Xue's shy personality intensified with her growing self-esteem, making her increasingly reserved. Getting her to strip naked and squeeze into the bathtub was extremely difficult, yet she preferred to squat behind me, holding a sponge and scrubber, washing my

back while chatting with me. Xue seemed to prefer this so-called "spiritual exchange" to actual intercourse. Sometimes, however, if I did something to please her, she would respond boldly, quietly unwrapping her towel and lathering her large, snow-white breasts with soapy foam, gently rubbing them against my back. The soft, smooth warmth was a paradise every male animal dreamed of.

At these times, I usually kept quiet, simply closing my eyes, relaxing, and enjoying Xue's little service. If I were too eager and immediately turned around to touch her, Xue would run away like a startled rabbit, wasting this tender moment.

Honestly, I don't understand either. We've been together so many times, I've rubbed and flattened her breasts as I pleased, and her ass is plump and perky from all the fucking. There's practically no part of her body I haven't explored. We've already had such a blatant, intimate relationship, so what's there to be shy about?

I really can't figure it out, but I don't force myself to think about things I don't understand—that's one of my proudest strengths. Besides, I've gradually realized that while transforming a woman's body and mind is indeed fulfilling, letting her develop naturally, following her inherent qualities, is like cultivating a beautiful flower and waiting for it to bloom. That also brings a different kind of satisfaction after the wait.

Anyway, with Yu Ni's fiery passion by my side, I have plenty of time to appreciate A Xue's shyness, like teasing a tender flower bud, letting her moan and bloom again and again in ecstasy. Those two completely different kinds of beauty, even after seeing them a thousand times, I never tire of them.

"Hey, Xue, are you ready? I..."

There weren't many special services at the bathhouse tonight. I quickly finished showering and came out, only to find her alone, wrapped in a towel, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The Atlanta City Hall in front of the window had a huge magical crystal wall projecting various images, advertising the upcoming Formula One race. The dazzling advertisements with rich sound and light were mesmerizing and exhilarating.

Xue's eyes reflected those colorful lights as she quietly gazed at the world outside the glass. Her fox ears twitched slightly, and the light filtering through the white towel revealed her curvaceous figure. With her body swaying slightly, it further emphasized her full breasts and slender waist, making my mouth dry and speechless. But my lust was quickly replaced by another strange feeling. Gazing at Xue's back from this angle, I suddenly felt a sense of loneliness and...sorrow.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

I came up behind Xue, put my hand on her shoulder, and asked what was on her mind. Ah Xue made a face as if she wanted to laugh but couldn't, and said in a low voice, "I... I was so happy for Yu Ni when she reunited with her friends, but... I..."

I grasped the message in Ah Xue's words. I had never thought of this before, but compared to Ni Hong, Ah Xue's life was actually very lonely. Having lost her memory, she had no friends or relatives besides us. Other girls her age always had their own close friends with whom they could confide, but Ah Xue had always been lonely in this respect. Although meeting Yu Ni had slightly filled this void, seeing Yu Ni's joy at reuniting with Charlotte stirred up her sorrow in this regard again.

Living beings usually have a need to socialize. I myself, due to my psychological abnormality and personality distortion, had long been accustomed to living alone. Having more friends would only bring more risks. But what was Ah Xue like in the past? Living for many years on a cold, lonely peak to cultivate, Tianhe Xueqiong's life must have been very monotonous and lonely. She also had no friends. How did she get used to this loneliness back then?

"After arriving in the Golden Flower Federation, I feel... this place is somewhat familiar, some scenes seem familiar... Master, have I been here before?"

Faced with Xue's question, I didn't waver. Because when I decided to bring her to the Golden Flower Federation, I knew this was possible.

Although Tianhe Xueqiong cultivates in seclusion on a solitary peak, she was still born in the Golden Flower Federation, so it wasn't strange that Xue felt familiar with the scenery. I had examined her brain; bringing her to the Golden Flower Federation was risky, but recently she had been very questioning about her lost past, constantly trying to find those memories. Although she didn't say it aloud, I saw everything she did—looking at the sky and quietly asking Violet who she was.

Rather than letting this unexploded bomb pose a constant risk, it's better to take the initiative and manage the risk. I wouldn't have dared to take such a risk before, but now I have some confidence. Besides, Tianhe Xueqiong always wears a veil when

she's away from the peak, so few people have seen her true face, making the danger relatively low. Therefore, I boldly brought Xueqiong with me to the Golden Finch Federation, telling her I would find a way to help her. "Don't worry, Yu Ni has friends, but you also have your master and Violet. You're not alone..."

I deliberately pinched Xueqiong's delicate nose, a mischievous little gesture that turned her worry into joy, and a beautiful smile appeared on her crystal-clear cheeks.

"Let's search here together. If your lost past is truly here, your master promises you, I will definitely find it for you."

This promise should have made Xueqiong feel very reassured and happy, because she slightly parted her rosy lips, her pearly white teeth trembling, and whispered, "Master... you're so good."

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