The map pulsed once more. The glowing web of the Middle East faded, and the lines slid eastward across endless seas. The system's voice grew colder.
"Now… Asia."
Rex smiled bitterly, it seemed like the system was hell bent on showing him the true face of the world, but it's like he was complaining.
Finally reaching what seemed like above Asia, Rex looked down.
Here he had expected the old empires to be long dead here. After all, the history books were filled with revolutions, independence movements, and the fall of kings.
The system disagreed.
"Crowns are never destroyed," it said, as the map zoomed in. "They're recycled."
The first stop — China.
Images flashed of the Forbidden City, its scarlet walls towering over empty courtyards. A ghost of the dragon throne shimmered and vanished. The Qing dynasty had fallen in 1912… or so the world was told.
"The dynasty fell publicly," the system said, "but privately… its veins still run."
