Chapter 191
The Deep Realm, Plain of Despair.
As Kiriel drew back Gungnir’s bowstring and released it, bolts of light shot out with a thunderous roar, striking the horde of Headless Knights. Horses collapsed under the impact of the arrows, and their riders, the Headless Knights, were thrown to the ground. Kiriel released dozens more arrows into their ranks to confirm the kills.
This was his way of increasing the mastery of his Status Window, and the Plains of Despair had been his hunting ground for thousands of years now.
There was a saying in the Deep Realm. “When all planets across the dimensions are consumed by the Core, and another Great War breaks out, seize the throne, reign as a god.”
What would it feel like to become a god? How strong did one need to be to claim the throne during the Great War?
Kiriel knew. He knew that no matter how much he struggled, claiming the throne was beyond him. But even so, he couldn’t stop toiling for mastery.
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Friday nights at the street food stall were always lively.
“Kiriel, take this to table two,” Hakase said.
“Got it.”
Kiriel took the fishcake stew from Hakase, casually lifting the scalding pot with one hand and whistling as he carried it over to the second table in the food stall. He set the stew down on the coaster.
“Eat up,” he said casually.