I’m the King Of Technology - Chapter 1801 The Fearful Mirvs

Chapter 1801  The Fearful Mirvs

Up in the air, the flight was very uneventful and exciting. There were magazines to entertain people, snacks and beverages available too. Tourist maps of what Baymard looked like, new technologies and interesting gossip out, and a stack of magazines Landon made himself, that showed old news. Children’s books were available, and women had novels for them available if they asked. Oh my~

Seeing the sexy erotic novel cover, one grandmother hastily took it away, began reading, and completely lost focus on her husband beside her. Please, can you not talk to me now? Can’t you see I’m busy? The women mostly went for romance novels, and the boys went for adventure books instead. There were also coloring books for very young children available too. Most men and a few teens chose to read <Daily Baymard>. The news from the newspapers gave them a grasp of all that happened during the time the newspapers came out. ‘What? This place called Adonis dared to wage war on so many places, trying to colonize and force these places to worship Adonis. Huh! They Are lucky they didn’t try that rubbish with us!’ ‘Good show! That’s the way it should be done! You kidnap a man’s child, take his wealth and expect him not to take revenge? This Baron Huffnock of Czar, Romain, is quite like me.’ ‘The price of wheat in Yodan has gone up? Eh? Tumbleweeds made farmers lose a big quarter of their yields? Amazing! There is a painted portrait (picture) of what a Tumbleweed looks like, and a painted portrait of the aftermath of its destruction across the fields… poor farmers, they have it rough!” —-

Pay after page, the news was exciting. There were also sections called Advertising, and even another section called Jobs too. A light bulb came on in Amrous’s head when looking at the Job section. Amazing! Just putting it here and distributing it, will spread the word way faster.

He liked how neat and orderly everything was. Every job had key requirements listed down, as well as a location for them to show up in, and what he now understood was a phone number. He has watched Baymardian ‘modern’ movies, to understand that Baymard had a heavenly technology that allowed them to speak to each other over far distances using this phone thing. The more he saw, the more his lips quivered in acknowledgment of their methods. He felt he could draw inspiration from so many things and use them to improve Mirvanna’s situation! Amrous was still on the aircraft, hadn’t even seen Baymard yet, and was already swelling with ideas. Who can blame him? Flip!~

He turned the page, to see a section called entertainment. There, he found poems, short stories, and intriguing serial stories that also drew him in. Oh? ‘A Record Of A Mortal’s Journey To Immortality? Chapters 1 to 7? What is this about?’

Amrous began to read it but was soon drawn into the Wuxia world of Cultivation. And as he read, he began smiling and laughing to himself, smacking his armrest from time to time. ‘Dammit, so they were collecting those children to take them for the sect’s entrance examination?’

‘Ah! I was scared for a bit there, fearing Han Li would be rejected. Why is this exam so tough?’

‘The Seven Mysteries Sect… what a nice name.’ Discover, Devour, Delight: N♡vεlB¡n.

Amrous smacked his lips, chewing on his crackers with relish. But when he reached the last chapter, he flipped through the newspaper from front to back again, feeling aggrieved. How can they only put 7 chapters in here? So they know how much anxiety they were giving him now? Turning from left to right, right to left, Amrous wished he could get the complete book for the Wuxia Novel now. Who is the author again? L.B? Who is that? ‘If… If we get to Baymard and I can’t find the complete book, I swear I’ll hunt down this author and make him write till fingers bleed!’

How dare you leave him hanging? ‘_’ [Landon, A.K.A… L.B]

I gave you my work with good intentions but you plan to stab me in the back instead? .

Like Amrous, many who read the serial stories in the newspapers also felt like crying. Why can’t they put more in the newspapers? How can they end the story there? The cliffhanger was just too real.

Sigh… Some men switched newspapers with each other, while others chose to look at the book collections, asking the Baymardians for them. Bilthozar was among this group, choosing to look at something different other than newspapers. And boy, was he not disappointed. Right there, they brought him the First volume of Attack on Titan. The manga was all done in color, giving him a more in-depth visualization of the characters. It was strange to say that no one told him the format of reading manga, but he instantly understood the assignment after just 2 pages. The world of Attack of Titan was amazing! He felt the pain of Eren seeing the Titan chew his mother as if eating some godly delicacy. And the more he read, the more questions popped into his head. Where were the Titans from? How did they come about? Will humans truly defeat them one day? The attack on Titan story for him, got so close to home because they too had walls around their Mirvanna, albeit, walls caused by nature. And just as the story had titans, they too had giant monsters destroying their homes for generations and generations in the past. To him, reading it made him think of his ancestors, wondering if this was how they felt when trapped in here with nowhere to go but to stand strong and fight against the giant creatures that roamed the lands. Sweat trickled down Bilthozar’s forehead, with every page he flipped. Incredible! His muscles had stiffened, his mouth had run dry, and his body was quivering, feeling all the emotions the Manga intended to portray. “Little Zar, you haven’t eaten anything yet.” Queen Abigail noted, after forcefully taking her eyes off the thrilling medieval romance novel she was holding called The Bride. “Little Zar?”

“Ah!” Bilthozar was taken aback, “sorry royal mother, I did not hear you.” “I can tell,” Abigail chuckled. “However, it will soon be time for you to take your pills, so you must eat something now.”

Bilthozar nodded, shocked by how many pages he had gone through in such a short time. He had a hunch that just like the serial stories behind Baymard Daily, this one might also leave him hanging. ‘Volume 1… I don’t know what that volume word stands for, but I do know 1. This means there should be more.’ Bilthozar inwardly analysed. So the real question here was: Do you have the next volume available and ready for him?

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…. Like so, the flight was uneventful for most of the journey, until several hours later when the voices of Landon and the many pilots echoed.

[Please, take to your seats. In 5 minutes, we will be passing through the Death Line. There will be turbulence, but please remember that you are in safe hands.]

The Death Line? They call it the End Wall. Everyone more or less understood that in 5 more minutes, they would pass through the place they dreaded the most. Already, many had their faces turned chalky white. Is-is this really how the Baymardians got here? Through the End Wall of Sea? (!0!)

Within this time, everyone had time to bring up their seat trays for those who had tray seats. They were also told to hold their books firmer and to ensure they were strapped in. Those in the bathroom who heard the message quickly finished up and took their seats. Soon, 5 minutes elapsed and many subconsciously held hands and began doing breathing exercises. Funny enough, Julian was now waking from his long slumber, shocked to see his half-sister and mother beside him. “Concubine mother? Sister?” (@0@)

What was going on? Why was everyone so tense when the flight felt so smooth? “Stupid brother, you missed the best flying time. Now, we are about to go through the End Wall.” “What?!” Julian stretched his face toward the window, only to see the End Wall closing in. Ah! Ahh! Ahhhhh! What should they do? What should they do? They began fidgeting like crazy until his mother pinched him in the lap. “Can you stop moving like a worm, we are going to be fine. So what’s the fuss all about?” Concubine Amina spoke in an attempt to calm the boy’s nerves. Her son, can she not know him? If she spoke softly, he would only grow more panicked. She too was worried, but as a mother and an elder, she had to take care of the children’s emotions. Since the Baymardians can come in this way, then there must be no trouble going back through it, right? Many people held their loved ones’ hands, watching the misty End Wall grow closer and closer. And when they were seconds from entering, more words echoed from the pilots. [Everyone, brace for entry]

Brrrrrmmmmm!