Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 80: Yin & Yang (Episode 5)

Dormon was taken aback, leaning back as confusion spread across his face.

"All my life, you have sacrificed my kin for your own sake, your own gain. But enough is enough." Dorhal said, glancing back to his army, "These men are more of my brothers than you will ever be."

Dormon was taken aback when he heard this. It reminded him of a thing he had said only earlier that day.

’Brethren? Those pathetic insects are no brethren of mine. I alone am the king... the only other orc in these mountains that shares my blood is you.’ These were the words that Dormon had said to Dorhal, and they repeated over and over again in his head.

’How ironic...’ Dormon thought inwardly. He felt an array of emotions.

Rage toward his army for not following him. Anger toward his brother for stealing his dream. Malice toward Midas and his army for all that they had made him go through.

But above all else, he felt sad.

He was upset that his own brother, despite how he may have felt about him, completely despised him.

The very orcs Dormon once called insects were now more shared Kin to Dorhal than he was.

"How depressing," Dormon said. He was frozen, staring at the ground.

The stress and emotions in the air were at an all-time high. No one else noticed it, but the ground began to tremble at that moment exactly where Dormon was looking.

Midas would have been the only one to notice it due to mastering the First Breath, but since he was in the air, he didn’t detect it either.

’He’s done.’ Dorhal said inwardly, his face still showing disgust at his brother. ’How weak... You don’t even deserve to be called an orc, let alone a king.’ He said about his own brother.

He turned, "Midas the Player!" He shouted. His voice gained the attention of all the orcs behind him.

They stared up at him with eyes filled with hope.

Midas gazed down at him.

"I..." Dorhal paused, his furious eyes softening into a sincere expression. "I do not think you are evil. I do not believe your intentions are that of raw disaster."

Midas listened with narrowed eyelids as the commander continued.

"If peace and prosperity are truly to find us, then maybe surrendering is the best idea." Dorhal glanced over at his brother, who was still staring at the same spot on the floor.

"Dormon once said that there are only two possibilities in the path of a player. Conquest, or defeat. I do not believe we can defeat your army, Midas." Dorhal said.

Midas exhaled, a warm smile appearing on his face.

However, surrender isn’t something I’m willing to give so easily. After all, I am risking everything for a sliver of hope that may not exist..." Dorhal finished his statement.

At this point, he was telling the whole truth.

Now was no longer the time nor place to let emotions overrule him, despite his nature being fueled with rage.

He heard his brother’s side of the story, and he heard Midas’s passionate argument as well.

Considering all factors presented before him, this was the best representation he could give for the sanctity and lives of his people.

He was like a weak man stripped bare. He had no more cards to play. It was almost as though he was asking for mercy.

"Dorhal..." Midas said, a warm smile still on his face, "You must be the true leader of the orcs. I can tell by your judgments here that you are indeed an immense commander. Someone who naturally leads others with their words, driven by their truest intentions. I don’t sense any deceit in your words. I respect you." He said wholeheartedly.

Dorhal was, of course, taken aback by this. Out of all the things he could hear, this wasn’t something he was expecting.

Midas’s group was slightly confused, but remained patient. Their trust in their master was untouched. No matter what he was to say, it was the correct option.

Still, many didn’t know where Midias was going with this.

Gool was the only one to smile widely.

’He’s being genuine.’ He thought to himself. ’I’ve never met someone so powerful in his character, yet so sincere and truthful to oneself.’ One could see his admiration for Midas through his eyes.

"ENOUGH!" Dormon’s voice suddenly boomed throughout the ledge.

All eyes almost instantly darted over to him.

Dorhal’s eyes widened as he saw an expression on his brother that he had never seen before. In fact, Dorhal even gasped at the sight of it.

Dormon’s eyes had been possessed by an indescribable disgust and anger. His eyelids were opened as wide as possible. His pupils stared into nothing. And he was foaming at the mouth, his teeth clenched and flashing to see.

"Screw you!" Dormon said, "Screw you all!"

The ground beneath him suddenly trembled fearsomely.

Everyone noticed it now, since the vibration itself was visible like a ripple on the floor.

The earthworm from before suddenly appeared out of the ground--swallowing Dormon whole before diving back into another part of the floor.

Everyone was shaken, taking steps back and darting their heads in all directions to spot where the worm had escaped.

Midas dropped to the floor, landing swiftly on his feet.

As soon as his feet made contact with the ground, however, the floor trembled.

Ulyskethsar dove out of the ground below with an open maw.

Dormon was the one hidden within, lunging up and slashing two long scimitars across Midas’s legs.

The scimitars were massive and had lethal black-steel blades.

"Hrah! Die!" Dormon shouted as he unleashed his flurrly.

Midas, however, had noticed the attack before he even landed. He saw the tremble on the ground, and the contact he made with the floor was the first and only.

He used that same contact to immediately jump back up into the air, avoiding the initial attack.

He then unsheathed his two bone daggers and formed an X shape with his arms before extending his elbows and launching the blades out toward the ground.

They flew like arrows, whistling through the air.

The daggers neared mere millimeters away from slashing through Dormon’s face.

But then, his face turned into stone. Rather, Ulyskethsar had already melded back into the ground with Dormon still inside of his maw.

The daggers dug into the ground with a reverberating clang.