Chasing Time

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”
Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”
The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”
Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”
“Oh!!!!”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.
The applause grew even more fervent...
(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The Shadow of Great Britain

Arthur and Bertrand assumed their positions, both drawing their Swords of Honor to touch lightly. As the blades collided, there came a clink, and fireworks exploded from both sides of the stage, the booming lightning illuminating the night theater as if it were day.


Under the grandeur of the flashing lights, the emotions of all present were laid bare—joy, excitement, and even a hint of terror. The rapid surge in adrenaline painted everyone's faces with an intoxicating flush.


Almost simultaneously, Arthur and Bertrand stepped back and sheathed their swords. The pre-duel courtesies were thus concluded.


For a moment, everyone in the audience held their breath. A great battle was imminent, and everyone secretly speculated about the outcome of this duel.


In the second-floor box as well, countless eyes were fixed on the scene.


Chapter 259: The Sinister Sword (4K)