Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[129] Fantasy Tree

Under the gentle autumn sunlight, the world seemed at peace.

The provinces and counties occupied by the Yellow Turban Army were now experiencing a bountiful harvest. The fields on either side of the road were like a golden sea of ripened wheat.

Reinhard, a young man clad in a dark yellow robe, strolled through these fertile lands, cradling a plump, white fox in his arms.

The leisurely walking youth was soon spotted by the farmers who were busy harvesting. They quickly gathered around him.

Joyous cheers, like a warm breeze, swept across the mountains and fields.

"Good master, good master, good master...."

The young man, who was addressed as the good master, had a few conspicuous strands of snow-white hair mixed with his inky black locks, standing out sharply.

People worried about his health.

"White hair is a sign of profound power. You all know that he is like an immortal."

Reinhard raised his hand, smiling warmly, and patted the heads of the children who gathered around him.

The children's faces had become rosy and healthy. No longer were they pale and emaciated, and their coarse cloth clothes no longer showed signs of tattered patches.

[Autumn has arrived.]

[You greet everyone you meet with a gentle smile, feeling the countless hopeful and eager gazes directed at you.]

[From this autumn onwards, the common folk, who have long been ignored, can finally fill their bellies and wear newly woven clothes.]

[There is no war in the land.]

[The most brilliant strategists in the entire nation have gathered under the banner of the Way of the Great Peace.]

[Their arts are divine, and under your personal guidance, their strategies, knowledge, and tactical acumen far surpass the standards of this era, forming an unstoppable force.]

[The faltering court cannot stop you.]

[With the lives of hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban Army as the cost, the dynasty's rule has been shaken to its core. The dark yellow banners have risen in the eight provinces, fluttering in the wind.]

[Noble families and the court continue their power struggles, watching from the sidelines, while eunuchs and relatives of the emperor have different plans, all vying for power and scheming to perhaps ally with the new regime.]

[Every day, you receive numerous letters of surrender from scholars, inviting you to ascend the throne, expressing their willingness to serve under a new heavenly order. You pass all these letters to Sima Yi.]

[The collapse of the imperial court and the persistence of the aristocratic families is an unbreakable cycle. What would you do without them? It's a deadlock.]

[The emperor hurriedly granted amnesty to the imprisoned gentry, appointed generals, but the hearts of the people were not united, and the military spirit was scattered.]

[The Emperor finally began to curb his arrogance, desperately trying to reverse the tide, but it was too late.]

[The Yellow Turban forces have surrounded to the province, awaiting your command to attack the capital and proclaim you as the leader of the Way of the Great Peace, ushering in a new golden age.]