The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 151: The World with a Sieve for a Barrier

On this world, there was a group of people known as "Prophets."

The prophets were divided into two types.

One was Heaven’s favored child—born with knowledge capable of comprehending all truths of the world.

The other type was also born with knowledge, but in a different way.

These individuals were those whose souls had not been fully cleansed before reincarnation.

When reborn, they retained the memories from their previous lives.

So it’s.ost likely, Eoryun belonged to this second category of "Prophet."

Upon reaching that conclusion, Illiya suddenly found himself deeply intrigued by Eoryun’s past life.

No wonder his teacher once said that the "Prophets" were always... very interesting people.

It wasn’t just Illiya who noticed something strange—Sebastian had also stumbled upon the same realization, as if caught in a system bug.

Unlike the young elves who had just left the Elven Forest, Sebastian was a demon who had lived for who-knows-how-long. Very few things on this world could still surprise him.

This wolrd was not what ordinary people thought it was.

Most common folk only knew about the many races that lived here, and the existence of professions like mages, swordsmen, alchemists, and so on.

However, beyond these basic facts, the older generations of various races knew certain hidden truths.

For example, strange individuals would appear on the world every so often.

These people always stood out—they looked different and they often spoke in bizarre languages that no one understood.

Among the most representative of such individuals were the Demon Kings—every single generation of them.

In the demon realm, the position of Demon King wasn’t hereditary, nor did it go to the strongest demon.

Rather, it was determined by the will of the "Consciousness" itself.

The chosen one would always be someone capable of leading the demons forward in that era—someone who was the most suitable for their race.

Take the last Demon King, for example.

The previous Demon King and the current one were complete opposites.

The former had immense combat power.

During the Age of the Gods, that king had led the demons in carving out a place for themselves among the divine.

Excluding the "bug-like" elves, even the gods back then had to tread carefully around the demon race.

After fulfilling his duties, the previous king ran off with his Demon Queen, saying they were going on a honeymoon.

It was just that the honeymoon had lasted... quite a while.

So long, in fact, that no one had seen the former king again since.

After the last king stepped down, the demons had fended for themselves for a thousand years.

During all that time, the "Consciousness" didn’t choose a new king.

That was, until two years ago.

When the Consciousness finally selected a new monarch, the moment they laid eyes on him, everyone knew—this Demon King had come from another world.

Suddenly, it made sense why there had been such a long vacancy.

His Majesty Anos was the one they had waited a thousand years for.

And in hindsight, the wait had been worth it.

Of course, Sebastian would never tell His Majesty about any of this.

After all, he knew what kind of person their Demon King truly was—a soft-hearted one.

If Anos ever found out, he’d probably feel incredibly guilty about the thousand-year delay.

In truth, there were many beings on this world who had come from other worlds or planes.

Anyone who’d lived long enough knew this.

However, honestly, what kind of world had such a fragile world barrier that people from other worlds just waltzed in every now and then?

To put it nicely, this world was very "welcoming."

To put it bluntly, the barrier was like a sieve.

Maybe the Consciousness of the world had given up too—after being breached so many times, it just got used to it.

In fact, the sieve-barrier had even grown stronger somehow.

Was this the legendary "lie-flat development model"?

It was honestly very strange.

But at least, Sebastian thought, they were lucky that none of these outsiders had ever done anything that might cause the entire world to collapse.

So far, anyway.

Juwon was feeling awful inside—he really didn’t know how to handle the current situation.

Just moments ago, he had once again failed to control his unruly DNA and that resulted in him instinctively responding again.

It was terrifying. Truly terrifying.

Wuwuwuwu, being a flower was already hard enough, so why did the world have to treat him like this too? Why did it have to be this way for a poor underage flower? freewebnσvel.cѳm

Tsk. It was just too much.

With no other options, he once again went back to harassing his "playing-dead" system.

He had to make this damn system understand that pretending to be dead was absolutely useless.

[ My dearest system, playing dead won’t work on me. You’d better give me a proper explanation right now, or I swear I’ll bankrupt you on the spot. Don’t forget—I know there’s more than just the complaint button. I can go straight to the internal thesis section of the Host Management Portal and report you directly to Admin 123x5! ]

[ Your salary and year-end bonus are all in my hands. You’d better behave! ]

The system now trembled the moment it heard a single word from its resentful host.

Help, how was this host so completely different from the ones they talked about in the system forums?!

Not only had he found the hidden complaint function tucked into some obscure corner, he’d also somehow figured out exactly how to navigate the Host Forums like a pro.

Help me. Just what kind of monster had it been bound to?!

Absolutely terrifying!

It had to admit—it had been thoroughly intimidated by its resentful host.

Every single word the host spoke was like a knife plunging straight into its nonexistent heart.

However, it couldn’t argue back at all.

Given the current situation, it had absolutely no ground to stand on.

What made it worse was... the mission world it had been assigned to now appeared to have a second transmigrator.

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