Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 79: Yin & Yang (Episode 4)

Midas’s words were not light.

All orcs within the vicinity felt their hearts grow heavier. They felt a strain in their head, as though tension was pulling their brain apart.

’What will happen now?’ They thought, scared.

The mighty orc race was... terrified.

’Flames and ashes?’

’Hellfire... he will bring hellfire.’

’I don’t want to die.’

’Midas The Player... he is strong... he is a monster.’

Thoughts raced through everyone’s heads.

Those on the side of the player also had their unique thoughts.

Yemo smiled widely.

’Perfect. They have no choice but to surrender now. If Dormon still disagrees, he will get what’s coming to him.’ He thought to himself.

’Dorhal is looking at the ground... I can’t tell what he’s thinking since his face is covered.’ Gool thought, his eyes glued onto Dorhal for some reason.

Bzzrt’s eyes were also latched onto the commander.

’His fists are clenched...’ The mosquito king thought, ’This might not be good for us.’

The majority of the goblins had a universal reaction.

’Feel the fear, you dirty orcs!’

’Damn brutes. This is what you get.’

’What will you say? You are up against a wall.’

The mosquitoes were also similarly optimistic.

’You will all perish if you deny our lord’s words...’

’We should just finish them off now for good.’

’Foul beasts. This is what you deserve.’

Dormon turned his head to the side and sighed.

"Incinerated by flame, huh? So it seems you don’t want to have a peace treaty." Dormon said in a low tone. "And I already said that my kin will never surrender." He looked up at Midas.

Midas had a smile on his face. He exuded raw confidence.

’If he attacks me with his army, my army is superior. If he attacks me with his earthworm, Bzzrt is ready to pick me up at any moment. If he denies me, I will beat him into surrender. And if he uses his ability of telekinesis against me, I will signal for all of my mosquitoes to end him. It is my perfect victory.’ Midas’s smile grew larger as he talked to himself. Just saying even the word ’victory’ in his head was enough to exhilarate him.

"Hmph. I guess that leaves only one choice." Dormon said before turning and glancing toward his army of orcs. "Kill them all." He nodded before turning and reaching his hand out toward Midas.

Midas felt a powerful force suddenly clutch his neck. He was lifted dozens of feet in the air at once.

Seeing this, all those behind Midas flinched slightly. They were ready to attack on the signal. Any second, and they would let loose.

However, Midas’s previous words stopped them from already defending him.

’When we are in the meeting, make sure not to attack until I give the signal.’ These were Midas’s words.

Midas had yet to give the signal to attack. It was too long for it to be a reaction issue. He purposefully withheld himself from doing so.

His eyes peered down at the orc army behind Dormon and Dorhal.

They were shaking. Their bodies fidgeted uncontrollably. They looked as though they had seen a ghost, their pale bodies even more pale now.

Dormon looked back, "Step on it! Did you not hear my order!?" He roared, rage suddenly blasting out of him.

The orcs hesitantly took steps forward.

Seeing this, Midas furrowed his eyebrows.

’I wasn’t expecting them to move. They are practically walking toward their deaths.’ He was impressed, ’To give up your lives to serve your master... to view honor greater than your own life. Many may see it as foolish, but at the very least, it is incredibly admirable.’ He thought.

Dorhal finally looked up from the ground after all this time.

He felt the tension of Midas’s army simply itching to attack. He heard the slow and deliberate marching of the army of orcs behind him.

Over all this, he saw the look in Midas’s eyes. In fact, he was locked onto the player’s gaze.

Just then, Midas glanced back toward his own army.

Dorhal’s eyes widened as he saw this. ’He will signal for them to attack now...’ He thought. ’If he does, all of the orcs behind me will get butchered.’ He gritted his teeth.

Midas raised his hand. Well, not quite. He was beginning to raise his hand, but as soon as his finger twitched to make the movement, a voice echoed through the air.

"Halt!" Dorhal shouted, his voice commanding and powerful.

At once, the marching noise stopped. All orcs on the ledge seized their movement.

Midas narrowed his eyelids, letting his hand fall back down and peering toward Dorhal.

"W-what is the meaning of this, Dorhal!?" Dormon immediately shouted, turning toward his brother. He then faced the army, "Move your asses! I ordered you to do so!" He yelled.

However, the orcs did not react. Their faces were shadowed, seemingly unwilling to even glance at their king.

Dormon was speechless. He furrowed his eyebrows with anger and confusion, turning to face Dorhal.

"You mean to say that... you would rather follow his words, over mine?" Dormon said, his tone quieter now. A light twinkled in his eyes. His fierce gaze melted, turning more sincere.

"I am king... and yet you all still follow him over me?" He sounded destroyed.

All that Dormon ever wanted in his life was to feel respected. Powerful.

From his birth, however, it always felt like Dorhal stole that away from him.

Whenever he tried to be social, he would get made fun of for trying to copy Dorhal. He was never a charismatic personality like his brother.

He saw how orcs followed Dorhal throughout his entire life. How he would effortlessly guide them.

It was as though the orcs listened to him, not because they had to, but because they wanted to.

This feeling was something that Dormon chased after his entire life. Yet, he never felt even a glimpse of it.

"Do not order my brothers... to walk to their deaths, you fool." Dorhal finally said a sentence. His voice was rough and gorged by anger.

He slowly looked up at Dormon, revealing his fearsome expression of sheething hatred and rage.