His face is very delicate, but he has inherited Prince Ayub's signature aquiline nose.

This made him look a little thoughtful.

"Father, why did you choose such a stupid chosen one?"

Naturally, he raised his doubts.

After hearing this question, the contemptuous smile on Prince Ayub's face became more obvious!

Then he slowly turned around and looked at the young man who called him father.

"Silly boy, the chosen one comes from a foreign land."

"According to the records left by the first sultan, these guys are synonymous with chaos and disorder."

"The stupider the Chosen One, the less likely he is to lose control."

"We can keep track of her situation at all times."

"Be prepared for the end of the next era and the transformation of the continent."

"The new era must be controlled by us."

Prince Ayub said softly, with a little doting in his tone.

"I understand, Father."

"The royal family of Hussein will never wither!"

The bald young man raised his right arm high.

He is the youngest son of Prince Ayub.

His name is Zevati Tikrit Hussain.

"By the way, it is said that our ancestors were also the chosen ones."

"It's not just our Salander Sultanate."

"This is also the case in other human kingdoms."

"It can even be traced back several eras."

"However, all relevant records and records have been destroyed."

"That's a lost history."

"Fortunately, the first sultan was extremely intelligent and used various methods to leave behind the legend about the curse of the chosen one."

"These legends have been passed down in the form of various large and small songs and allusions."

"It has never been obliterated by the incomprehensible existence."

"Only we, the descendants of the royal family of Hussein, know how to connect these ballads and allusions together."

"Praise our great ancestors."

Prince Ayub said with some emotion, opened his hands, palms facing inward, and praised devoutly.

The bald young man Zevati also made the same gesture.

"Praise the ancestors..."

"But my father...that incomprehensible existence..."

"Doesn't seem to care about our behavior."

Zevati keenly discovered the anomalies.

If it is true as his father said, then the existence leading all of this is more powerful than the gods.

It should be omniscient and omnipotent, with insight into all existence.

How could it allow itself to manipulate the Chosen One?

Regarding this question, Prince Ayub has actually already guessed the answer.

He did not answer his child directly, but said a few enigmatic words.

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest."

"The protagonist of the future is not necessarily the chosen one."

"Equal opportunity for all."

"Whatever you gain, you will lose."

"We have our advantages, so we also have to lose some of our rights."

After saying these meaningful words, Prince Ayub turned around.

The Yellow Sand Golden Owl hovers at a low altitude of about 100 meters.

The camel safaris below follow closely behind.

Further back, there are pack sleds pulled by several large desert monitor lizards.

The area around here is desert with oases dotted here and there.

The effect of those pack sleds on the yellow sand is similar to that of sleds.

Sitting on it were groups of infantry warriors.

Prince Ayub is obviously also a powerful spell caster.

His right arm waved to one side.

The magical shadow of a lavender cactus flower exploded in mid-air.

This is a magical mark with an agreed upon meaning.

After that, Prince Ayub controlled the Yellow Sand Golden Owl to rise into the sky.

There were even traces of airflow left in place.

As an overlord-level aerial monster, its ultimate speed can reach five to six hundred kilometers per hour.

This speed is much faster than the ordinary Dragon Eagle.

Only by taming these powerful aerial raptors can we have the ability to maneuver quickly.

Other than that, the only way is to rely on the space teleportation magic circle.

Prince Ayub is not the only one who knows the legend about the Chosen Son in the mainland.

This continent has never lacked wise men with a spirit of resistance.

Some obscure prophecies remain to this day.

This is the silent struggle of the strong men from that era.

But among the indigenous people, only Prince Ayub took action.

Most of the others don't get the attention they deserve.

All those who can witness those prophecies are the current leaders of various kingdoms.

It is the top of the vested interest class.

They are immersed in a life of indulgence and extravagance, and have long lost their due worries about the future.

There have been no more kingdom wars since hundreds of years ago.

Those remaining alien races from the previous era are living in a low profile.

Every country has accumulated massive wealth.

It can ensure the stability of the superstructure.

And the productivity of the civilians at the bottom was deliberately suppressed by them.

In this vast world, it is difficult for the common people at the bottom to make waves.

There will be huge divisions in the contradiction between the lower levels and the upper levels.

Change and awakening are almost impossible to come by.

In this extreme and abnormally stable environment, the few royal families of various countries who have access to secrets may not necessarily have this sense of danger.

And those who have a sense of worry and enterprising spirit may not necessarily be able to access this secret.

In the long years of tens of thousands of years before and after the change of eras.

Too many things are buried under the sand of time.

Long-term stability and stability have paralyzed the thinking of those in power.

Being able to be like Prince Ayub, who both knows secrets and has a sense of urgency.

And there are really only a handful of people who have taken action with determination for this.

It will not trigger a wave of worry for all human aborigines.

But this is only the beginning.
To be continued...