21 Kings Migh (1/2)

Marss landed in the area where he first started the massacre. It was near a dried up pond with different bone fragments laying in some uprooted dirt.

As his large body elegantly landed on the ground, some dust and bone particles were thrown into the air, circling around his dark and well shaped frame.

As he, the new ruler, finished his entree, he set his eyes on a slightly larger figure on the opposite end. It looked at all the destruction and death which was finely written over the land. There were no longer any large green trees. All the sawdust and blood had made it look like a yellow and brown dirt desert, mabye with some patches of debree.

The beast looked like a large humanoid monkey. Its fur was clay colored. However, it wore some sort of old bronze armour which took it's appearence from what a chinese warrior would wear. Although it had a sort of rustic feel to it, while seeming to also be attatched to the rest of it's body at a cellular level, If comparing the king's and Marss's body armour, Marss would be nothing more than a poor beggar.

The tail of the monkey was of course, not armored, but shared the same glowing copper color as it's very humane, yet intimidating eyes.

As the Monkey King had yet to speak, a small drop of rain fell down between them, Slowly followed by many more.

”Are you the one...who has done this?”

It's voice was very deep. Even marss felt the eardrums inside his shell-like skull ring a little.

However, this did not destroy his arrogance. Only making him further fall to the newly created instinct.

”Indeed, monkey.”

The monkey king turned towards Marss, looking at this abomination which clearly lacked many part of its body. Like exterior ears, a nose and lips.

”Tell me, why did you kill all my bretheren?”

The stiff mouth seemed to smile more, as the facial micles furter twisted. His voice became somewhat contorted as he spoke.

”Because there was no faster way to grow.”

The monkey king closed his eyes. Bathing in the downpour that had arrived.

”.....I see....”

When it opened it's eyes once more, the once copper pupils had turned into a bright gold. Turning his gaze towards the murdered, they locked gazes. Marss began to feel a little pressure, but was suddenly overwhelmed by a dazling light which blinded him.

When the light died down, he opened his twisted eyes.

All the previously clay texture armoar had turned into a weak colored golden color. It gave off a sort of indestructibilety.

The ground began to shake beneath it, giving rise to more holes. Marss did not notice this, for he was too busy looking at the system.

[Hostile target detected!]

[Chances of winning:0,7%]

[Chances of dying:99,3%]

[Chances of fleeing:0%]

”THEN YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES!”

The loud voice echoed into the surroundings. And when it dissapeard, the golden monkey sendt a casual palm strike in his direction, making Marss fly away into a lump of broken trees

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Outside the dungeon, a small team of adventurers had gathered. Hopeing to get the treassure inside.

The party which had choosen to try and challenge it first was quite regular. It was made up of a green haired man wearing iron armour, a gorgeous blond haired, blue eyed woman, wearing a sort of grey robe, a bulky woman in full iron armour and a shorter, more slim girl, very similar to the other one in grey robes, only that she wore a sort of lighter leather than the young man, and had a small robe with a hood. They were happily discussing what they would do with the treasure inside, as the all came from poor families. Actually, they were all here to heal several of their sickly family members, since a sudden epidemic had sweeped through their village.

Together, they all used the help of the 'system' to teleport inside. As summoned dungeons could be entered freely.

Now finding themselves inside a large empty hall, alertly looking around into their new surroundings.

While they were on guard, Jenkins was starring at them from a purple screen inside his cleaned, black room.

Before his graceful frame laid a large purple keyboard, filled with different buttons. Some looked like wolfs, while some looked like drooling humans. He was going through all the figures, occasionally shifting his amber eyes from it, to the monitor. After a while, he finally letting his deep feminine voice out.

”Hmmmm.... Thanks to Michael, I now have several mutated beast puppets. However, I don't want to make them lose hope all at once. So, as I am a kindhearted lord, I will shall let them fight one zombie for now.”

He still wore his red robe and crown from previously. It looked like all the nuclei and cores were selling quite well.

Jenkins now reached the delicate hand towards a human shaped button. Wanting to test the adventurers.

However, a sudden shake made him fall onto the solid, purple board. Hr gripped onto it while swaying back and forth, causing the crown to fall off and rolled away. The robe was better off, only loosening a little. Slowly, the shaking died down and he stood up with a surprised expression.

”WAAAH, oh good days, what the hell was that?” He looked towards the crown on the black floor, picking it up and placing it back where it belonged. Right on his head.

”Sounded like an idiot lit a match while wandering inside some gas filled cave..”

He straightened the crown and looked back to his purple and transparent setup. Clicking on the button with the zombie.

Very happy with himself now, he savored each momentas his gaze went up to the monitor, until...

Jenkins didn't focus on the several desperate screams. Only watching the four adventurers being mauled to death by a troop of some large brown bears with stitches all around their skin.

After the bears had eaten them all, a zombie suddenly spawned in. They all threw themselves at it. Giving the true release of death.

The crown once more rolled of his head, leaving him starring at the purple screen for some time.

”Aiya, seems like I need to wait for the next party...”

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Marss crashed into the pile of wood, now having a palm imprint covering his slightly dented chest. Looks like his armour was rather tough, even agains a causal attack from a king.

The sudden suprise had given some rationality back.

”Ow...Mabye I should run back to Jenkins..”

While thinking of that guy, a sudden feminine voice appeared in his head.

'Hello kiddo! You never answered, so I left some voicemails behind for whenever I cross your mind!'

He wanted to try and contact him, but several more began to play.

'Soooo...how is it going? I see there are some nuclei filling up inside the treasury. Just contact me if you grow tired.'

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'Yeah, I notice you really don't like to rest, as 3/10 of the treasury is made up of marbles. Anyways, you seem to handle yourself pretty well...Jenkins out.'

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'Dammit Michael, what are you doing? Well, whatever... I went out shopping, and we have some cool robes now. Lets try some on when you get back.'

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'Aaaand look who it is! There are some rather urgent news for when you stop with the core farming. Contact me as soon as possible.'

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'Hello again, Michael! The plan is mostly finished preparing for, so when you hear this, know that I have several details about the king inside THIS voicemail!'

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'You are rather busy these days... But I have also been working! As two presents which are gifted by this great lord lay underneath a golden tree I bought at an auction!'

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'Just wanted to tell you that the kingdom has arrived. Also, If you wanna bet on which adventurers who will reach my boss room first, then you better come quick!'