A Need to Be Worshiped

Beating the game.

Arthur almost laughed at the notion, an understatement of how hard such a thing would be to achieve. If Alaric was not just fooling him and there was indeed such a thing, then it would change everything.

"You look like you're still unconvinced," said Alaric from beside him after Arthur took a moment to think. "You are its living proof, you know?"

"How so?" asked Arthur with amusement. "What makes me related to anything like the game?"

"You are at the Deme-rank, but you are far stronger than the empyreans of your world. It just proves that your ranking is immature and lacking."

"If there is such a thing as the Game of Worlds, then how come I never heard about it, even from guardians and gods?" Arthur shot back at the pirate. "Instead, I hear about it from someone I barely know in the outskirts of Hikma."