Life? Death? what's the difference? Many consider these two elements as opposites and the bane for the other but in reality, they are just different sides of the same coin. Derik always dreamt about becoming a cool mage and when the time came, he was disappointed... But even with the status of an archer he still pushed forward until he stumbled upon his magic... A power he could call his own.... DEATH!
"Military competition? What's that?" Derik was genuinely shocked by the information. He didn't expect something like this would come up and he would actually have to ask these people who worship him for information.
"It's how a kingdom's strength is graded…. There are five levels and as you already know, level one kingdoms are the strongest… while level five is the weakest" King Jules answered quickly.
Surprisingly they weren't gloating deep within them that a godly being like him is oblivious of something this important in this era. Instead, they were genuinely happy that they could help him out somehow. This made Derik question his beliefs in life and his years of experience with nobles in his past life. These people were supposed to be selfish and self-centered. Honestly, he has been waiting for some of these nobles to betray the kingdom and he would have to hunt them down and murder every single one of them.