Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 82: Yang... (Episode 7)

All those present atop the large stone ledge had their eyes fly wide open.

Midas was no less shocked.

’He also has a special ability? Absolute Indomitability... that sounds like the exact opposite power of his brother.’ He thought to himself, highly intrigued.

"What did you say!?" Dormon retorted with a squeaky crack in his voice from the shock, "A-ability? No way! You are bluffing! You can’t have an ability. Only I have been granted one... way before you as well! I was meant to be a ruler!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Were you? I had this birthmark since the day I was born... I had always wondered what it was. But now... I know. It is my birthright to rule over the white orc species of Karak-O. I have had my ability of Absolute Indomitability since the day I was born." Dorhal’s eyes grew wide.

Dormon gasped, unable to comprehend what was going on.

’I always could find myself raising my chin after all my defeats. Many times, it was due to my own willpower. But there were plenty of times during my life that I felt devastated. It was then that I felt a surge of power come over me. One that made me feel indestructible. I never knew that it was my special ability until now...’ Dorhal thought to himself, realizing the truth in the present moment.

"Argh!" Dormon retracted his blade and attempted to launch a flurry of strikes.

Dorhal didn’t flinch, easily blocking all of the blows with a single hand, clutching the hilt of his blade.

"Tsk." He clicked his teeth as though unimpressed, a condescending expression flashing over his face. "As always... without special powers, you have been inferior to me in every way." His tone was that of a disappointed scientist talking to a lab experiment.

Dormon could feel his hands shaking as he attacked. He slowly backed up while continuing to release his flurry, but Dorhal continued walking forward with the same pressure.

He knew that Dorhal wasn’t telling a lie. In fact, he knew that he had never once defeated Dorhal in a fair fight. It wasn’t even close.

"You are nothing but a failed copy. Something that should have been absorbed by me in the womb. You are my weakness, separated from my body... one that should have dissolved into nothing." Dorhal’s words exuded raw malice and disgust.

With a powerful slash, he flung Dormon’s left-handed scimitar into the air. It spun several times before clanging against the tone several meters away on Midas’s side of the fountain.

Dormon glanced to where it fell, and then looked back at his brother. He let out an airless breath, feeling more and more unconfident.

"Fine! Even if you are greater, I will still win!" Dormon’s terrified expression turned into a desperate one. His eyes flashed with hope as a weak smile appeared on his face.

It was clear that he was trying to bluff his confidence.

"Ulyskethsar!" He shouted, exhaling and panting.

Midas glanced down at the ground at that moment. He saw a trembling in the ground that moved along toward where the two orcs were fighting.

"No, you don’t... don’t disturb their feud." He muttered, leaning forward into a full-blown sprint.

He grabbed Dormon’s black-bladed scimitar, and as he did, he felt the weapon somehow shrinking in his hand. His eyes widened for a second in shock as he saw the blade shrink into the perfect size for his palm, but he quickly shrugged this thought off.

After grabbing it, he bent his elbow and threw the blade at where the trembling in the ground was traveling.

The blade didn’t halt like his bone daggers. It pierced into the ground like a hot knife through butter.

A loud screech immediately followed. It wasn’t human, or even anything recognizable. It sounded like the wailing cries of a demented mutation.

Ulyskethsar dove up from the ground and faced Midas. It had a scimitar dug into the side of its body, bleeding profusely.

Midas smirked, and he looked up at the earthworm. "You aren’t nearly as big or scary as Sergalas, worm." He said, running forward.

Ulyskethsar let out a horrible battle cry, shooting out saliva and blood in the process. Midas sidestepped all the incoming drops of filth, arriving mere meters away from the beast.

The earthworm dove down, attempting to swallow the player whole.

Seeing this, Midas did not seem deterred. He let the maw of the beast come inches from his face before abruptly leaning his entire body backwards.

He placed his left hand flat on the ground to balance himself and not fall.

Ulyskethsar’s body flew straight above him and continued its path. Midas didn’t hesitate to make a move.

He placed both of his feet on the body of the earthworm, his two palms placed flat against the floor. He bent his elbows and knees before extending them completely with all the force he had.

His feet dug into the belly of the earthworm, launching it several dozen feet into the air with a robust force.

For the first time, its entire body revealed itself. It seemed to be about forty feet (twelve meters) or so in length.

Midas hopped back onto his feet as the earthworm fell.

He glanced over at Dorhal, who was currently also looking over at him.

They both exchanged short nods before redirecting their respective gazes back onto their opponents without a word.

Midas smiled, rubbing one fist against his palm.

Dorhal lunged forward, grabbing the hilt of his broadsword with both hands.

"Ouuuf!" He roared like a gorilla, swinging down his blade with all the force in his body.

Dormon looked up at the attack as though it were a meteor. He managed to lift his blade to defend himself.

However, as soon as the scimitar’s black blade made contact with Dorhal’s broadsword, it flew out of Dormon’s hands.

It lodged into the ground so fast that Dormon didn’t even have time to realize.

Dorhal slashed his broadsword into Dormon’s shoulder, continuing at a tilted angle and slicing through his entire torso.

From the right shoulder to the left hip, Dormon was cut across his upper body and dismantled in one attack.

"Hmph!" Dorhal grunted again like an animal.

"Have you no words of honor in your demise?" He uttered, his gaze peering down like a god.

Dormon was still conscious, although barely. He coughed up blood, attempting to speak.

"L-lee..." He said, "Lead our people well... younger brother." He smiled, his eyes finally closing as his soul slipped from his body.

Dorhal’s expression instantly softened and turned into one of shock.

However, he quickly exhaled and clenched his jaw.

"This is our first time, for all we know. It’s okay that you made a mistake here, brother. In the next lifetime, be great." Dorhal said, not afraid to acknowledge his true feelings.

Then, without hesitation, he slashed his blade down and decapitated his brother before lifting his head into the air.