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Conqueror

Zieglind Reysh, corporate slave. Spent all his years studying materials he didn't need. Graduated college with a Historian diploma. But all of that were useless since he got a desk job selling stocks. Then one day, he heard a voice that no one can hear. The voice promises him a restart on his life. The conditions is, DEATH. He knew he was talking to a god of death. Will Zieglind accept this offer? Maybe yes, maybe no. But he realized that he accomplished nothing in the span of 20 years of his life. If he can be a new person then he'll choose one thing more than anything. A conqueror of the new world.

Yrythaela · Fantasy
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Chapter 162 - Preparations

"So Herold, what now?" I asked over the Telepathy.

Herold immediately responded, "I didn't find anyone. Most non players have practically given up. Well that's to be expected since our growth would've taken them hundreds of years. And players have these bonus EXP gains."

"Well does it really matter?"

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't wars in this world basically between the two strongest people in opposing factions? War here isn't fought with numbers or army strength but simply by generals."

"That is true. But will you be able to build kingdoms by yourself? Hunt food everyday? Build structures, mine, craft and all the other things you need. Sure our battles here are basically up to the the generals themselves but we just don't need them for an army. We just need manpower for building things, crafting and gathering resources."

"I see. I've never thought about that. So, what do we do now?"

"We're going to find some revolutionary non players."