Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 118: Last Night (Episode 1)

Dorhal stormed into the Death Spike Arachnid cove with a new broadsword in hand.

His previous one had been destroyed during his duel with Bzzrt.

Within a single hour, he managed to slaughter each and every spider within that deep abyss.

The insects stood no chance. To them, Dorhal was an impenetrable machine, wielding a blade that slashed through their limbs like bamboo.

He walked out covered in blood, but he wasn’t panting very hard. In fact, his breath hadn’t even elevated from baseline.

"That was quite fun." He muttered, looking down at his palm for some reason. There, a small pouch full of cores existed.

’I’m sure lord Midas will appreciate this.’ He thought with a slight smile.

"Elder Dorhal!" A soldier mosquito hovering above the valley suddenly shouted, swooping down toward the orc.

He picked Dorhal up, promptly escorting him to the main city.

...

"How is he looking?" Midas asked, walking into a fairly spacious bedroom inside of what looked to be a log cabin.

It wasn’t very large, but compared to a tent or hut, it was better than any other room Midas had been in on Fell-Terra.

It was Midas’s room inside his estate, able to fit a twin-sized bed, a table and chair, and also a door leading to a bathroom.

Beside the window that overlooked the city lay Leon on Midas’s bed.

Gool and a few other nurse goblins were also inside the room.

"He isn’t looking in any direction, I’ll tell you that much." Gool joked, but his expression was still dim.

"I see..." Midas sighed, "I guess we have no other option but to leave him to his own regeneration. And this ability you said he had... I still don’t get it very much, but if it helped him defeat an elder Death Spike Arachnid, then maybe it can help him fight off the venom as well." He said.

Gool gazed at Leon’s unconscious body, "He preserved his energy long enough to make it back to the pillars. He has strong willpower." He paused, a somber energy filling the room. "However, I’m afraid he likely will not live through this."

Everyone exited the room, deciding to give Leon the room for now.

"L-let him stay in your room!?" Gool shouted in a whisper as he closed the door behind him, "We can surely adjust his bedding! Where would you sleep if your bed is gone!?" He asked.

"Don’t you remember our first-ever journey to the Ashen Hollow? We spent every night on the ground in makeshift shelters. I’ll survive sleeping on the couch. Anyways, the competition is tomorrow, so I’m not too bothered about where I sleep for the night." Midas replied as Gool followed him toward the exit.

"Ah, yes!" Gool exclaimed eagerly, "Thank god I was found and saved before the competition. I would have missed my opportunity to go!" He shouted.

Midas opened his front door and was suddenly thrust into a bustling atmosphere.

The main street in front of his house was lit up with excited laughter and conversations.

Orcs, giant mosquitoes, goblins, and even trolls were gathered together in front of Midas’s house.

As soon as he exited, a rupture of cheer erupted out of nowhere for him.

"Lord Midas!"

"He’s really back!"

"Are you well, Lord Midas!?"

"Lord Midas!"

"The strongest one!"

"How was the seclusion, my lord!"

Voices couldn’t stop shouting from the sidelines.

Multiple orcs quickly formed a barricade a few feet in front of Midas to ensure that he wouldn’t get overcrowded.

He glanced left and right with awe and shock, noticing the streets were filled with souls as far as the eye could see.

’Looks like everyone’s here. This... is actually perfect. I wanted to gather everyone, but my returning from solitary meditation did the job for me!’ Midas thought, pleasantly surprised.

"Listen up, everyone!" Midas shouted in the crowd as voices quieted down. "Tomorrow, a thousand members of this legion will depart to compete in the upcoming event. It will be a time when all of our lives will be put at risk, but not for nothing!"

As Midas’s voice bellowed loudly, his legion of creatures became more and more excited to hear him.

It had been weeks since they had seen his face, and now, he was speaking gracefully with a large and inviting smile.

What was there not to like about the guy!?

"We are going to this competition not only to prove that we are worthy of defeating others nearby us, but also to prove that we are the greatest force in this world!" Midas shouted, "Maybe not now, and maybe not after this event ends, but eventually, my legion will become strong enough to overtake this entire planet! I will become world ruler!"

A roar of applause and cheer erupted from the crowd like a volcano. It continued for several seconds, sounding like harsh rain dropping onto tin roofing.

Midas smiled wholeheartedly as he saw the excitement and individual looks of exclamation in the eyes of his subordinates.

"Let’s celebrate one last time, shall we!?" Midas raised his fist into the air, promptly, a swift rising of hundreds of fists. One by one, thousands of hands appeared in the air.

"Roll out the drinks!" Gool shouted, jumping forward, "Let’s party!"

...

Just like that, the party began.

In the center of the city, there was a large open area with nothing but a few long log benches and a massive campfire in the center.

This place was reserved for one thing only... parties!

Kicking off the event wasn’t difficult. Within minutes, everyone was swiftly drunk and having the time of their lives.

Midas was sitting with Gool and the other elders. Dorian was also present, having the time of his life in his own respect.

He made conversations with trolls and goblins alike as he chugged beers and laid on the ground.

"Here!" Midas said, shoving a wooden cup of beer toward Dorhal, "Take a gulp."

"I... am okay. I prefer not to." Dorhal replied, "It dulls my senses... I have no desire for it." He politely declined, his face stoic and his posture straight.

Midas raised a brow in confusion, "What? It’s for fun, not for fighting. Take a chug."

"I... have never consumed alcohol, my liege." Dorhal replied, "From a young age, I learned that war and bloodshed are the only thing that grants me happiness. So.. I must refrain." He spoke in almost a somber tone, glancing at the ground.

Midas didn’t reply for some reason for a few seconds too long, which made Dorhal feel awkward for a split second.

He glanced back up to Midas and noticed an intense look on the young man’s face.

Midas’s brows were furrowed, ’I don’t like the sound of that.’ He thought, hearing what Dorhal just said.

"Drink. It’s an order. Tonight, you will also drink. For tomorrow, you may never get a chance." Midas said in a cold tone. ’I need to make him derive happiness from more than just violence. Such a mindset is a corroding one. To not be able to enjoy living life itself is a shame.’ He thought.

Yemo walked up to Midas and the others with a few goblins behind him.

"Lord Midas!" The tall goblin announced, "I am finally finished with the new technology I have worked up for the war! This time, it’s going to be many fold more powerful and efficient than anything else I’ve come up with."