Rulers / Thrones

After killing the Hobgoblin and eradicating the village. I head to the middle of the village as a giant crystal like shard stands above the ground, covered by the Hobgoblins hut.

Walking towards the crystal cautiously paying attention to dangers, I extend my paw toward the crystal as blue light extends to meet my claws.

The blue light working as if a force of gravity begins to pull my hand laying it upon the crystal.

As my furry paw inches foward touching the crystal I am embraced by darkness as my system rings inside my conscience.

A voice of seemingly no gender speaks inside my mind.

"Host earned rights to claim the Village!"

"Host earned title "Ruler!"

"Host joined the leagues of "Talents for the Throne"

"Host became a representative of his Race!"

"Host earned rights to information of the The Rulers and The Throne. Would host like to have the information? "Yes or No?"

Flabbergasted at the alerts I just got, I quickly try to process the information.

"Rulers?" i question looking towards the title I just got.

"Rulers-A Title only beings who have claimed a "Crystal of Essence" are allowed to own. Rulers are beings who are rumored to have massive potential and the capabilities to become to leader of their entire race.

Passively increasing chance of charming creatures of the same race."

Reading what the title does, my wolf face soon breaks into a toothy grin.

Whispering under my breath, "Excellent" I mumble as I clench my furry claws together embracing my greed for power.

"Hahahahaha!!" laughing out loud at the possibilities of creating a kingdom of Kobolds, soon stopping due to remembering the information he could get.

Standing in a vast cavern as a forest surrounds him, Skoll answers yes to the question that was asked.

As Skoll answers yes,a steam of information enters Skolls mind. Skoll holding his head as he roars out in pain at the feeling of his mind forcibly enlarging, Skoll almost blacking out firmly puts his foot down as his pride wont allow it.

Two hours later the pain ends as Skoll, is covered in blood and sweat due to Skoll scratching into his own body to try and replace the pain with another.

As I begin to recap the information I just heard, the vast images and words reappear inside my mind as if its impossible to forget.

"Over the millions of years, countless talents have risen and fallen in the game for the throne. A throne that is the key to godhood, the key to ascension, a meaning to ones life. All creatures of all races has participated in the game of the Throne, as many gods have ascended due to it. Gods are of most races, as some are too insignificant to advance with. Every five hundred years the throne reappears, are you up for the challenge little pup? as only six years untill the throne, Appears."

Hearing this news I am filled with happiness as I radiate a feeling of bloodlust. My whole life I have always believed in "Survival of the Fittest" as only the strong survive. Loving the feeling of war, and what better war is there than High risk and Extremely high reward?

"I shall play" I declare speaking with a demonic voice as if I am speaking to someone.

"Host earned title "Participant of the Throne"

"Participant of the Throne- Beings recognized by the world, earn this Title. Participants of the Throne all earn bonus upgrades and options to their evolutions or skills. All participants are treated equal by the world but beware of the Gods."

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Claiming the Village as my own,the entire village consisting of only ruble, guts and gore as Three moons cast their light upon the area of violence. The rubble begins forming into huts and housing with walls of stone is seemingly crafted out of nothing appearing far and wide surrounding the village.

The Hobgoblin hut is reshaped into a building good enough to embrace a Kobold such as i.

Stone building with pillars surrounding it holding it up as three seemingly large entrances extending outward with a Huge fur like Throne sitting in the middle.

Slowing walking up toward the Throne, I take a seat as a alert from the system fills my vision.

"Village Status"

Name-

Race of People-Kobold

Population-4/100

Village Level-0/10

Warrior Groups-

Farming-

Power level-25

Evolution till Village 2-20 levels

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Sitting upon my throne I grin with wickedness as I imagine my kingdom of the Future. Breaking my lovely image 4 Kobolds rush in kneeling before me, as worried looks fill their faces.

Rowan speaking up say "Creatures..at least 100 of them surrounding us, my chief"

Tapping upon the arm rest of my throne, I nonchalantly grin, a grin of evil.

Rising to my feet by passing the four Kobolds, I roar out in my wolf like voice.

"Pests!!"