Chapter 3: The Corpse Rose

But Wang Bo had no idea who Charlemagne and his Twelve Paladins were.

No, wait—he seemed to know one, Astolfo, only because he had watched Fate and learned the name.

Still, being one of the Four Great Monarchs was enough to attest to Charlemagne's magnificent achievements.

As for the fourth, it was Napoleon.

This Emperor of the French, once the man most likely to unify Europe, won over fifty major battles in his lifetime, dealt a heavy blow to the feudal systems of European nations, and safeguarded the achievements of the French Revolution.

During his rule over France, he repeatedly expanded outward, waged the Napoleonic Wars, and became King of Italy, Protector of the Confederation of the Rhine, Mediator of the Swiss Confederation, and Colonial Lord of the French Empire.

At his peak, all European states except Britain either submitted to Napoleon or allied with him, forming a vast Napoleonic empire system and creating a series of military-political miracles and brief glorious achievements.

This clearly shows Napoleon's brilliance.

Even if you expanded Europe to the entire world, Napoleon was still a qualified—even a strategically brilliant—emperor.

For Thutmose III to be called the Napoleon of antiquity was undoubtedly the highest praise.

"So what happened with this Thutmose III?" Wang Bo couldn't help asking curiously.

Yazi said, "His corpse rose."

Wang Bo was taken aback. "Corpse rose?" That answer was truly unexpected.

"Yes," Yazi said. "His corpse rose."

"How did you know his corpse rose? Did he run out of the pyramid?" Wang Bo asked curiously. In his impression, pharaohs' bodies were all preserved inside pyramids.

Yazi shook her head. "Thutmose III was not buried in a pyramid, but in the Valley of the Kings. He was discovered long ago, and his remains are kept in the Cairo Museum."

Wang Bo was speechless. What a miserable man—not only was his grave robbed after death, but even his remains were put on display.

He couldn't even rest in peace after death.

No wonder his corpse rose.

"And then? What happened?" Wang Bo found himself suddenly looking forward to the rest. "Did the Cairo Museum staff get a scare?"

Yazi shook her head. "I don't know if they got a scare, because they're all dead."

Wang Bo was stunned. "Dead?"

"Yes. The first thing Thutmose III did after his corpse rose was kill everyone visiting the museum and curse all the museum staff. Every staff member, from the director down to a cleaner, could not escape the curse and dissolved into a pool of blood."

"That's really..." Wang Bo couldn't help sighing. "What then? Did the Egyptians catch Thutmose III?"

"No." Yazi shook her head. "After killing people, Thutmose III vanished without a trace. Later, he moved mysteriously, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. Although Egypt launched several capture operations, they all failed without exception. Some capture team members angered the pharaoh, causing heavy losses to Egypt."

Wang Bo asked, "This is more serious than I imagined. Yazi, are such strange occurrences frequent?"

Yazi said, "At first it was manageable, but in recent months, such incidents have been happening more and more often around the world. What's more frustrating is that ordinary police officers encountering such things are basically walking to their deaths."

As she spoke, Yazi pointed to the badge on her arm that read [GDF].

"In response to this kind of situation, most of the world's nations have united and established... the Global Defense Force."

Wang Bo suddenly understood; no wonder Yazi was dressed so strangely—she had joined this so-called Global Defense Force.

But Wang Bo wasn't worried about Yazi's safety; after all, Yazi had also used the magic lamp and wished to become a wizard. With her strength, she was more than capable of handling these strange matters.

What he was worried about was, "After you joined the GDF, did you reveal your identity as a wizard? Did the United Nations give you a hard time?"

Yazi said, "Don't worry. Since these strange things started happening, it hasn't all been bad. Some people have gained supernatural powers from misfortune. I've hidden myself among them and don't stand out."

Hearing this, Wang Bo felt relieved and asked curiously, "Have you investigated the source of these events?"

Yazi shook her head and said, "No. Although the United Nations has taken measures and is actively investigating, so far we haven't found any commonality among these events, nor have we discovered their source."

Wang Bo couldn't help but think. At first, he thought it was the work of a transmigrator, but with these strange supernatural events springing up all over the world, could one transmigrator really do all this?

Wang Bo asked himself and got an answer.

Yes!

Take Wang Bo himself, for example. If he wanted to cause trouble, after some preparation, making supernatural events bloom all over the world wouldn't be that hard.

But what level was Wang Bo at now?

Above humans, below gods.

Wearing the divine robe and wielding Gungnir, he could even go head-to-head with gods.

Therefore, Wang Bo judged that there were two possibilities for why supernatural events were blooming everywhere in Yazi's world.

First, several transmigrators joined forces to cause trouble.

Second, a powerful god, or something comparable to a god, was causing trouble.

And compared to the first idea, Wang Bo leaned more toward the second.

The reason was simple: first, these transmigrators might not all come from the same world, and even if they did, they might not unite. This possibility was very small.

If they really came from different worlds, they wouldn't know each other at all, let alone get together to cause trouble.

So Wang Bo strongly suspected the second possibility: a powerful entity was causing trouble.

To be honest, this made Wang Bo very angry.

At first, when Wang Bo found himself back in the world of the Twin Dragons Society, he was quite excited. This was an ordinary world, and he could live a peaceful life here with Xiaoqing and Xiaobai.

In his spare time, he could travel or have dinner with Yazi.

In short, however comfortable, that's how he wanted to live.

But who would have thought that as soon as he returned, he would encounter such an absurd situation—someone causing trouble, throwing the whole world into chaos.

How the hell was Wang Bo supposed to live happily and peacefully like this?

"What are you thinking about?"

Yazi saw Wang Bo suddenly fall silent, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't disturb him, but after waiting for over ten minutes and finding him still silent, she finally couldn't help asking.