Chapter 45
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Zhang Jue did not know much about King Constriction. He only remembered that he was once a tyrant who was greedy for pleasure and exploited his own people, causing them to suffer. After being hanged by his angry citizens, he was resurrected as a god and destroyed his own city. Then, through SCP-701, he continued his massacre in the real world.
The place he ruled was called Arakada.
Zhang Jue didn't know why the hanged king brought him here.
Zhang Jue floated in the air, unable to speak or move his body, only his mind could move.
It was like a camera, passively recording everything he saw.
Time seemed to have returned to a long time ago, and Arakada was still prosperous.
Different from what he imagined, Arakada was not hell, but a very prosperous city. Merchants, politicians, and even farmers all lived a prosperous life.
He saw King Constrictor working day and night to keep Arakada in good order.
What happened?
A big question mark appeared in Zhang Jue's mind.
This was different from the story he knew.
But he immediately understood — the information he learned before was not the truth!
Someone changed history!
Time quickly passed, and scenes played out in front of Zhang Jue's eyes.
The most important scene was coming, King Constrictor's son rebelled.
He bribed the army, the ministers, and his mother to imprison King Constrictor.
They lied that King Constrictor had a disease, was possessed by a demon, and needed to be executed.
Those brainless fools actually believed their words.
They burned his palace and killed all those who were loyal to him.
King Constrictor's jaw was knocked off, and he was chained to the streets.
He was forced to crawl on the streets of the city, mocked by his former subjects. They kicked him, threw dirty things at him, and cheered loudly.
It seemed like this was a festival that belonged to everyone.
In the end, King Constrictor was hanged on a barren mountain outside the city.
Until he died, he kept muttering that he couldn't forgive his son, and he couldn't forgive those stupid subjects.
He died, but he wasn't completely dead.
A person whose appearance couldn't be seen clearly — maybe not a person? That was not important — he made a deal with him.
King Constrictor gave up his soul in exchange for great power, in exchange for eternal life.
He returned to his palace.
The next day, the river that flew through the city turned red and began to smell like human blood. Many citizens fell sick and began to bleed and tremble.
Those who participated in the rebellion suffered the greatest pain. Their strength gradually declined, they became weaker and weaker, and finally they died.
On the third day, the disease was cured, but people began to commit suicide. Their faces were cut, and their throats were slit. Their blood flowed into the Red River in the city, spreading wildly. Most animals, except for crows, fled the city.
The entire city of Arakada became hell on earth.
But even so, it could not calm the raging fire in King Constrictor's heart.
He wanted revenge.
He let the scholars and artists and artists' nightmares.
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