XXVIII

"He's the Lord Kingsley?" I asked myself since, for some reason, I had expected much more from him in the looks department.

"And what does he mean by that?!" I shouted as I finally turned my attention to the ominous ending to his message.

The man didn't look special, but the aura he gave off at the latter part of his message was definitely abnormal; that was the aura of a powerful person. a powerful and extremely confident man. 

"Just how many soldiers does he have that he is willing to offer protection to other people?" I asked myself since, with a level 1 barracks, the Lord can only summon 10 soldiers weekly and it has only been a day.

"Wait, didn't the system restrict him by not giving him his own barracks?" 

"Then how the fuck does he have troops? How powerful is he that even the system's restrictions don't affect him too much?" I asked myself since this was completely abnormal.

"Can he really sweep through this entire region?"

"That's 31 million people with all sorts of powers and troops!" 

I don't know why, but for some reason, I felt as though that number meant nothing to him. Is this my ability, pushing me to side with him, or am I just going mad?

No matter how powerful one was, it didn't make sense that the person would be capable of destroying an army of nearly a billion people; if he truly had that sort of power, then it made sense for the system to restrict him in such a manner.

"Well, it doesn't matter; the private chat function should be able to reach him, right?"

"Let's hope the system left his chat function," I said to myself, choosing to obey my instincts and thoughts to contact the man first. After all, there was no harm in it.

...

3rd POV

While the entire region fell into chaos over Kingsley's speech and possible power, the man in question was in the courtyard of his manor, busy training with his men.

It had been like an hour since he made his speech, and he had since moved on; after all, he had other plans that needed his attention. During this one hour of training, Kingsley had learned something very important: the demon goblins were exceptionally strong.

All it took was a single pull of the bow's string to tear it, and this was when they weren't even trying. With this came the problem of figuring out exactly how strong the string had to be for the demon goblins to use. He already felt that the string of his own bow was already too strong for him to pull, and the demon goblins were breaking theirs easily.

"Here, test this one out," Kingsley said as he readjusted the string's strength and overall integrity for the 7th time in the last 3 minutes.

"Okay," the Demon Goblin named Heua said as he collected the bow from me; he was the goblin in charge of testing the corrected bows.

Yes, I know his name is weird, but it's actually pronounced "Hey-a." The goblin bowed and immediately turned as he gently started to pull the string to test it; the goal was to test exactly how far he could draw it for, and the new one performed quite well. Then he moved on to the next test as he started pulling the string to the same length, but this time he did it quickly and multiple times.

The bow still held on even after the speed test, which meant that it was good enough for the goblins. It also meant, however, that Kingsley had no chance in hell of even drawing the bow at all. His status was nothing compared to theirs.

....

Kingsley Seth

Level: 1 (0/1 territories conquered)

Race: Human? (Lord)

Health: 100

Physique: 20

Spirit: 47

Abilities:

Lord's Eye

Domini

Equipment: Command Transmitter, Glock 17, collapsible bow

Buildings: [Manor], [Sentry Towers]

...

He was way too weak, even when compared to the weakest Demon Goblin, but looking at it now, he was happy that he was at least stronger than Viktor's former self, whose abilities were only around 5 or so, but then again, it didn't mean much since Viktor then was the absolute bottom of his clan, so he truly had no hope.

As for the race thing, he simply didn't know what was going on with it, but he wouldn't say he didn't understand; after all, anyone with abilities like the one he had would hardly be considered a human. Snapping his fingers to update the bows of the other demon goblins, Kingsley returned to what he was doing.

Returning to his own small private area, Kingsley continued his training away from the monsters, whose hands and feet moved so fast, one couldn't even see them. It was nearly impossible for him to see their hands as they quickly drew an arrow from their quivers. 

When they practiced the martial arts, their bodies moved so quickly and powerfully that Kingsley wondered exactly how the wooden practice dummy hadn't broken yet. On his own, however, he was just a normal human. Hopefully. He had no experience with weapons, unless you count weapons in games, in which case he was a demon with them.

"It's not like it's a competition, nor would I ever face the kind of danger they would face," Kingsley thought to himself as he began the training.

He was only training simply because he wasn't a fool to believe that he was absolutely safe in his territory. Just like him, all the other lords received a talent, and nothing would make him believe that there wasn't one out there who possessed a strange talent.