William stared at the scroll floating midair in front of him with a frown as he recalled Carson's words.Carson had said the scroll would only reveal its content when the world was on the verge of ending. According to him, not even William or anyone else would be able to open it and reveal its content until the time was right. It was a mysterious and ancient artifact, imbued with powerful magic that no one fully understood. As the scroll remained suspended in the air, William wondered how he would be able to read it. It seemed impossible. However, as if responding to his thoughts, the scroll unfolded with a gentle rustling sound, almost like a whisper. It was as if the scroll had been waiting for him, sensing his presence and his thoughts.On the page of the scroll was a map of Earth colored in green. However, there was a spot in the northern region with a red mark, indicating a difference. This mark was bold and bright, standing out starkly against the green. ‘Why is that place ma

Due to the invasion by the Bloodcrest Brothers, the King’s Arena tournament was canceled and rescheduled for a year later. This allowed the company time to rebuild and repair the arena that had been destroyed. The arena had been a symbol of the city's pride, hosting many events and bringing joy to the citizens. Its destruction left a void, not just in the landscape, but in the hearts of the people. As the city gradually returned to its peaceful era, families who had fled during the invasion began to return to their homes. The streets, once empty and silent, started to fill with the sounds of everyday life again. Children played in the parks, shopkeepers reopened their stores, and the hustle and bustle of daily routines resumed. The atmosphere was one of quiet renewal, with everyone busy tending to the city’s needs. Neighbors greeted each other with relieved smiles, and a sense of cautious optimism spread through the community.The townspeople worked alongside engineers, helping to r

In the western area of Astoria, a car arrived before a portal leading inside a dungeon, and the person was none other than William. The car hummed to a stop, its engine purring one last time before silence settled in. William stepped out of the car and observed the structure of the dungeon for a few seconds before walking towards it. The dungeon entrance was large and ominous, framed by rugged stones and mysterious runes that glowed faintly. It was as if the portal itself was alive, pulsating with an eerie energy that made the hairs on the back of William's neck stand up.Arriving close and in front of the portal, William stopped once more and stared at it with a calm look on his face. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts of what could be inside. Memories of his past experiences flashed before his eyes, reminding him of the dangers he had faced and the strength he had gained."This is a place where I can die or become stronger. And to remain alive in this place, I ha

While William traversed the forest in another world, inside the central hospital of Astoria, Donald lay on the sickbed, lost in his thoughts. The sterile smell of the hospital filled the air, mingling with the beeping of medical machines that monitored his condition.There were a lot of drips fixed to his body, and he seemed to be in a very bad state. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling as he recalled the day he lost to William over and over again. The memory haunted him, playing like a never-ending movie in his mind.That day he was on the verge of getting the revenge he had prayed for after a very long time. He was ready to lift his status once again, but everything ended when William tossed him out of the arena. Not only did William win, but he also ensured Donald went through the most humiliating beating. The crowd's cheers for William and their jeers for him echoed in his ears.The more Donald recalled that day, the angrier he became. Yet, another set of thoughts occupied his mind

It is now two hours after the last battle with the seven snakes. Fortunately, thanks to that battle, William now has seven extra undead warriors in his army of undead, totaling nine in number. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he looked over his new army, each warrior standing ready for his commands. The snakes were fierce opponents, but their strength now bolstered his forces. Every time he saw them, he was reminded of the hard-won victory and the power he had gained.With this number, as long as he doesn't face an extraordinary opponent, he would be able to survive this dungeon. The dungeon was a dark, winding labyrinth filled with dangers at every turn. William had learned to navigate its treacherous paths, always on the lookout for traps and hidden enemies. His undead warriors followed him closely, their presence a constant reassurance in the dim, oppressive environment. He knew that they would be his shield and sword, protecting him from the perils that lay ahead.But