Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 121: Opposites Attract

A young man with golden hair and bright blue eyes stood in the center. He had a smile on his face as dozens of luxuriously dressed players went up to him with nervous smirks.

"H-hey! You’re Michael, right?" A kid wearing fairly noble-looking clothes said, scratching the back of his head nervously, "I’m Ken. I’m backed by Ostil, a city within the jurisdiction of Meniras!"

Michael glanced over for a second, a smile on his face. But before he could answer, a hand touched his shoulder from behind.

"My name is Kaht. It is a pleasure to meet you, lord Michael of Meniras." Another young man said. This one looked even more boujee than the other. He bowed slightly as he introduced himself. "I am from Estaras, the king’s birthplace!"

Michael opened his lips to speak, but was gestured to the side again!

"I’m Kyla! You are the one backed by Meniras, right!?" A beautiful young lady exclaimed with excitement. She had her hands clasped behind her back, and her legs were crossed while standing, as her hips nervously swayed left and right while speaking.

Soon enough, dozens of players surrounded Michael with questions and introductions.

Michael tried to play it cool, laughing as he spoke to everyone.

’Oh... my god!’ Michael thought inwardly, ’This...is amazing! Even hot girls are talking to me! I don’t have to force my way after all! Is this what that brute was talking about when he said one must learn to court a woman? Anyways... the status of joining Meniras has made my life far better! I am in heaven!’ He celebrated inwardly, but kept a composed demeanor.

Looking around, he saw almost everyone’s eyes were glued to him, like he was the star of the show. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Even Midas couldn’t help but stare.

’Damn...’ He thought, ’Meniras must be the biggest kingdom in this region where the event is being hosted. No wonder he’s a star.’ His brows then furrowed, ’But that just means he is a tougher opponent. What’s the point in trying to get on his good books? Teaming isn’t allowed, from what I understand.’

He turned, walking away and sitting down a few dozen feet away from the large circle of players in the middle.

Apart from him, only a few other poor-looking players refrained from joining in on the commotion.

He glanced at the players sitting afar. Their eyes were sunken in, their expressions dim.

’Jeez... they must have gone through some rough experiences on Fell-Terra. It’s clear these players have come here to get a second chance and somehow begin their path toward victory... too bad I desire that path infinitely more than them.’ Midas thought.

He crossed his legs, ’I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait, so let me not waste this time.’ He thought to himself, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He couldn’t practice anything new from the scroll, as he had, of course, left it at home. Still, he could perfect his third breath further, which was exactly what he planned on doing.

So, without delay or hesitation, Midas began to use the Nine-Breath Circulation breathing style.

Soon enough, a small vortex of wind surrounded him. It was about five times the size of his body. This vortex sent frequent but light gusts of wind over thirty feet (9m) away from him.

Being graced by this light was like feeling a cool and natural breeze. But still, there was so much of it that it made many turn their heads.

"Huh? What’s that guy doing?"

"Is it a cultivation technique?"

"Huh? Who?"

More and more players began turning their heads. Over fifty were looking at Midas now as he meditated.

"L-look! His cultivation technique is creating a physical effect! We can see it!" A player said, seemingly bewildered.

"We really can... but how is that possible!?" This player’s confusion could be heard in his voice.

"A-a phyiscal effect!? That only happens when one has completely mastered an S-tier cultivation technique!" One player said, at a complete loss.

"W-what!? Seriously!?" Another added, amazed.

"Holy shit! Who is that guy!?" Another screamed, shocked.

The commotion slowly spread, causing players to walk toward Midas one by one.

At first, it was only a dozen or so. But as word of what Midas was doing spread, dozens turned into multiple dozens!

Within minutes, slightly under half of the players surrounding Michael were instead circling around Midas!

They spoke to each other with awe and reverence, shock and bewilderment all at once.

Michael was preoccupied, getting attention from hundreds of players still.

However, he noticed that the group had thinned compared to before.

’Huh?’ He thought for a split second, confused, ’Where did everyone else go?’ His eyes narrowed, scanning the perimeter.

To his left, he saw another large group of people forming a circle elsewhere.

Seeing the edge of his own circle of admirers, he saw dozens turning and walking away!

’W-what the hell is going on!? Who could attract more attention than me here!? Tsk... how annoying!’ He thought, jealously quickly rising up within him as he clenched his right fist.

’I finally got to shine in the limelight... who dares to take that away from me?’ He thought as another beautiful girl attempted to speak to him. But he completely ignored her, bee-lining straight toward Midas.

He stormed into the center of the circle that surrounded Midas, and his eyes instantly flew open with shock.

"A-a physical effect!?" He muttered under his breath in shock.

A few players saw Midas here, glancing looks and fingers toward him.

"Hey, look. Michael’s here."

"Heh... I bet he’s jealous."

"Even Michael probably can’t do this."

"Probably!? Of course, he can’t! He has backing, but he isn’t a master of cultivation. Even he pales in comparison to this feat."

"I agree. To perform cultivation at a physical level, one must practice for decades. Hell... in all of Meniras, I doubt there are over five who can do this."

During all this commotion, Midas was completely oblivious. He was focusing on one thing only... his breath. Even with his increased perception and spatial awareness, the intense focus that the internal third breath required forced him to not be able to pay much attention to the outside world.

Everyone around him was standing no closer than about twenty feet away, giving him space. However, Michael decided to intrude on the area with a small pebble in hand.

A smirk was on his face, ’This fucker... he thinks he can out-show me? I am Michael Angelion, the player who graced a pathetic, failing kingdom like Meniras with his presence and powers. I’ll show him what it means to mess with me. Even if he’s stronger, he stands no chance against one of my stronger demons. And even if he does... he will learn that backing is important.’ He thought to himself as he arrived, only ten feet away from the young man.