I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 130 Taking Over Handong City

Dawn came earlier than usual in Handong City.

As the first rays of dawn truly shone upon this largest city in the basin, people discovered that the Brittany family's banners, which had been fluttering atop the city walls, were being slowly lowered.

Instead, a red flag with black swastikas was raised.

The Prophet Cult!

People were whispering among themselves in the streets and alleys.

"Have you heard? The Duke died last night!"

"Who killed him?"

"Who else could it be? It's none other than the great prophet!"

"That's the one who's been making headlines lately, saying he wants to eliminate the tyranny of the bloodline aristocracy and establish a utopian society!"

"Really?... Then, what do we do?"

"Look! The city gates are open!"

Lynn stood on the newly cleared platform above the main gate of Handong City, looking down at the crowd that was gradually gathering below.

Last night, Lynn and his men cleaned the entire castle.

Hill, Mel, and Lyra stood behind him.

Anne and Heather were temporarily placed in a relatively well-preserved room in the castle to rest.

As for Linor...

Lynn turned her head slightly and glanced to her side.

The vampire duke's hands were bound by an intricate set of magical shackles, the other end of which was casually tied to a protrusion on the crenellation of the city wall—just long enough for her to move within a two-meter radius, yet absolutely unable to escape or interfere with the ritual.

Lynn has already given her some basic treatment.

But at this moment, Linor's face was filled with "displeasure" and "let me go, you stinking bastard" expressions.

"You worthless human, you're insulting me!" Linor protested in a low voice, her bloodshot eyes glaring at Lynn.

"To leave a noble Grand Duke chained up here like a pet is a trampling of my personal dignity!"

"Quiet down, prisoner," Lynn said calmly, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Or would you rather be locked in a dark, sunless dungeon? With a bunch of smelly humans?"

"If you're there, I can't guarantee what they might do to you, after all, Your Highness is so adorable!"

Upon hearing Lynn's words, images involuntarily flashed through Linor's mind.

Being this cute is indeed very dangerous in the dungeon.

Thinking of this, Linor turned her face away angrily.

Below, the crowd grew larger and larger, including commoners, small merchants, and also cowardly and apprehensive minor nobles and their servants.

More city defense soldiers were running from the streets to the square, their armor still bearing the marks of battle.

Some of them were those who tried to resist the advance team last night, while most were those who had just been recruited and reorganized by Hill and Mel.

Lynn took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He didn't use amplification magic, but his voice clearly resounded throughout the entire city gate square, carrying a soothing and penetrating power.

"Residents of Handong City."

The crowd fell silent instantly, and thousands of eyes were fixed on him.

"I am Lynn."

"Last night, Duke Frederick the Flame was killed."

A low gasp and commotion followed.

"His crimes are not just the persecution of me personally or my colleagues."

Lynn's voice rose: "His crime lies in treating you, you people of the Han River Basin, as property to be exploited, bought and sold, and even turned into works of art at will!"

He pointed towards the castle: "It was in that castle that we found the girl who was imprisoned and awaiting a tragic fate."

"A collection made from human skin and bones has been discovered."

"We've discovered enough grain and treasure to make the entire city rich, yet it's been piled up and is now moldy!"

"And how many of you are still worrying about your next meal?"

"How many people toil all year, only to have to hand over most of their harvest as taxes?"

"How many people, because of their lowly bloodline, will never have a chance to rise above their station, no matter how talented they may be?"

The commotion in the crowd turned into a suppressed resonance, and a fire ignited in the eyes of many.

"This is not an isolated case!"

"This is the daily reality on this land under the rule of aristocratic bloodlines! Oppression, injustice, stagnation!"

Lynn looked around at everyone.

"But I've come here with a different choice."

He spread his arms, and the flag of the Prophet's sect behind him fluttered in the morning breeze.

"I declare: Abolish the tyranny of bloodline nobility! The world should belong to all hardworking, intelligent, and benevolent beings, regardless of their origin!"

"From this day forward, new laws will be implemented on a trial basis in Handong City, and indeed throughout the entire Hanhe Basin!"

"First, abolish all privileges based on bloodline! Titles, official positions, school admissions, and land ownership should be determined solely by talent, virtue, and merit!"

"Secondly, land will be nationalized and allocated for cultivation according to households, with unified land rent, taking from the people and using it for the people! All the exorbitant taxes and levies previously imposed by the nobility under various pretexts will be abolished!"

"Third, establish courts of justice, where anyone can appeal their grievances, trials are open, laws are clear, and equal punishment is applied to those convicted!"

"Fourth, we will open public schools and vocational workshops, where all school-age children, regardless of gender, can attend for free! Those with talent will receive resources for further development!"

"Fifth, establish the Great Harmony Social Liberation Army to replace the old-style aristocratic private armies. The Liberation Army's duties are to protect all residents, defend against foreign enemies, uphold the new laws, and ensure that military pay is transparent and promotions are based on merit and ability!"

With each announcement, the breathing of the crowd below quickened.

Many civilians stared wide-eyed, almost unable to believe their ears.

Some small business owners exchanged excited glances.

Meanwhile, the minor nobles who had been hiding were pale-faced. Some quietly retreated, while others had shifty eyes, as if weighing their options.

silence.

Then, someone, I don't know who, shouted first: "The Prophet!"

Then came the second, the third… the sound grew louder and louder like a snowball, finally coalescing into a deafening roar:

"Prophet! Prophet! Prophet!"

Amidst the roar of voices, the power of faith, like an invisible stream, rose from countless excited, expectant people who had finally seen hope, crossed space, and flowed into Lynn's body.

[Note: Faith is rapidly converging. The declaration of acting on divine mandate to avenge injustice in Handong City has gained widespread acceptance. A faint divine aura continues to gather...]

Lynn could feel the new, warm, and vast power within her body slowly growing.

He clenched his fist slightly.

Public support is valuable.

After the ceremony, Lynn immediately threw herself into the arduous task of taking over.

The castle hall was temporarily converted into a command center.

A map of the Hanhe Basin, city household registration books, warehouse lists, and a directory of aristocratic properties were spread out on the long table...

"Mel, take a reliable team and immediately take inventory of the grain, gold coins, weapons, and magical materials in the castle and all the noble treasuries within the city, register them, and make the accounts public."

"Yes, Prophet!" Mel was in high spirits; Anne's rescue filled him with energy.

"Hill, Lyra, reorganize the city's garrison and the surrendered soldiers. In accordance with the principles I mentioned before: those who voluntarily join the Datong Guard will be reorganized and given basic ideological education and discipline training. Those who do not wish to join will be given travel expenses and dismissed, but their weapons must be left behind."

"Understood." Hill nodded. Although the dragon's wisdom might not be able to do this well, its power would certainly be able to.

"Yes, Prophet." Lyra smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest in the challenge.

The group accepted the order and left.

Only Lynn remained in the hall, along with... Linor, who was tied to a pillar in the corner.