Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points!-Chapter 122: And So It Begins Part Three

Few had met him and left unchanged. Even among those who walked the path of heresy, he was spoken of with unease.

A human serving under The Angels Of Ruin

A Bishop tier member of the Branch of Doubt.

Him stepping in was a wise decision, it also went far in proving just how valuable Arkanos was for whatever their plans may be… his dead body at least.

Summoning powerful undead was only half of the plan—ensuring they were not instantly smitten by divine wrath was the greater concern.

The blessings upon him would make him a scourge against the undead, turning every strike of his blade into a holy purge.

But that was where Lord Kamel came in.

A man whose very existence was an affront to the gods.

He was a master of disruption, a being who could sever the tether between mortal and divine.

Prayers spoken in his presence went unheard.

Blessings unraveled into nothingness.

The sacred became mundane, and the ordained became powerless.

Vakemore’s voice was as dry as the grave. "Arkanos may be a man of divine favor, but without his goddess’s hand upon him, he will be as any other." A slow, humorless chuckle followed. "And what better way to unmake the unbreakable than to strip him of that which makes him strong?"

The air in the chamber grew heavier with the weight of their plan, the very walls shake in anticipation.

Herald smirked. "Then it is settled. Arkanos shall walk into a battlefield of undead, but this time, his sword will not carry heaven’s fury." He glanced toward the looming darkness where Vakemore stood. "Proceed, then. Let the emperor taste helplessness."

Vakemore turned away, his tattered robes rustling as he stepped toward the ritual site. The time for words had passed. Now, the dead would rise.

Kaela stood frozen, her breath shallow, her mind racing.

The words they spoke—the cruelty woven into each syllable—painted a future she could not bear to see. Arkanos, stripped of his power, surrounded by horrors beyond reckoning.

An emperor of steel and fire, reduced to a man with nothing but his blade, walking straight into the abyss for her sake.

Her fingers clenched into trembling fists, her nails digging into her palms.

He is coming for me.

Not for conquest, not for vengeance—but for her.

Her vision blurred as hot tears welled in her eyes.

’Please… don’t die.’

A single thought, a desperate plea, unspoken yet echoing within her soul.

She bit her lip to stifle a sob, but the weight in her chest only grew heavier.

She had told herself she hated him. That she resented him.

So why…?

Why did the thought of his death make her heart shatter?

…

…

Far from the corrupted halls of the Sepulcher, beneath the night sky, Arkanos rode in silence.

The thunder of hooves against stone filled the air, yet his mind was elsewhere, his grip on the reins tight.

"System," he commanded. "Display Event Details."

A translucent window flickered into existence before him.

〘 ⋄ Special Event: The Ashen Peaks Gambit ⋄ 〙

Status: In Progress

Objective: Rescue Kaela.

Warning: A High-Level Hostile Entity approaches capable of tampering with divine interference. Holy buffs will be disabled.

Arkanos narrowed his eyes.

"Show me identified threats that will be participating in the event."

A list appeared, and at the top of it—

〘 ⋄ Herald of the Forsaken ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Vakemore, Warden of the Unclaimed ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Lord Kamel, The Unraveler ⋄ 〙

Arkanos exhaled slowly.

’A necromancer… a strategist… and now this?’

The name Kamel stood out like a festering wound.

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Arkanos already understood what it meant. If The Unraveler was involved, then—

A quiet rage settled in his chest.

"So that’s your plan."

They would strip him of his power. Deprive him of his blessings.

Make him fight without the divine strength that had carried him through the siege war.

Arkanos lifted his gaze to the horizon, where the jagged peaks of his destination loomed in the far off distance.

He rolled his shoulders.

Let them try.

Arkanos kept his gaze forward as the wind howled around him. His fingers flexed against the reins before he gave another command.

"System, display my current level."

〘 ⋄ Current Level: 112 ⋄ 〙

The notification brought a small, satisfied smirk to his lips.

"Jareth’s defeat pushed me past the threshold."

"Then that means…"

His eyes gleamed.

"System, open the shop."

The green translucent interface flickered before him, illuminating the darkness. Arkanos wasted no time.

"Purchase Limit Breaker skill," he commanded.

〘 ⋄ Confirmed. Acquiring Skill: Limit Breaker ⋄ 〙

A pulse of energy ran through him, but he wasn’t finished. His smirk widened.

"Now, upgrade it to max."

The system processed his request, displaying the cost in upgrade points.

〘 ⋄ Max Upgrade Cost: 9,000 Upgrade Points ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Proceed with purchase? ⋄ 〙

Arkanos didn’t even hesitate.

"Proceed."

A surge of raw power coursed through his veins. His muscles tightened, his very soul felt as if it were expanding beyond its limits.

His vision sharpened, his perception of the world shifting as his body adapted to the sudden change, like it had been practicing the skill for years.

〘 ⋄ Limit Breaker Upgraded to Maximum Level ⋄ 〙

Arkanos exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as the familiar rush of power settled within him.

"So, they want me without my divine strength?" His smirk turned razor-sharp. "Fine. I won’t need it."

"System."

"Max out my Swordsmanship Skill, Footwork, and Breathing Technique."

The system responded instantly.

〘 ⋄ Max Upgrade Cost: 8,000 Upgrade Points ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Proceed with purchase? ⋄ 〙

"Proceed."

A violent rush of knowledge and mastery flooded his mind. Each breath he took became smoother, more controlled—his lungs expanding with newfound efficiency, his blood flowing with enhanced oxygenation.

〘 ⋄ Swordsmanship Upgraded to Maximum Level ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Footwork Upgraded to Maximum Level ⋄ 〙

〘 ⋄ Breathing Technique Upgraded to Maximum Level ⋄ 〙

Arkanos exhaled, feeling his body synchronize perfectly with his skills. Every motion, every breath, every step—flawless.

A dangerous grin crept onto his lips.

"Now," he said, eyes gleaming, "tell me—what’s the most expensive armor set in the shop?"

The system bufferd for a moment before displaying the answer.

〘 ⋄ Most Expensive Set: The Abyssforged Sovereign Armor ⋄ 〙

— Forged in the flames of a dying star, reforged in the Abyss, this armor is said to be unbreakable. Worn only by those who stand beyond mortality.

〘 ⋄ Cost: 70,000 Upgrade Points ⋄ 〙

Arkanos chuckled darkly.

"Interesting…"