Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 86: Announcement

"Well, firstly, I need to acknowledge the fact that not all beings on this island even know my name, let alone accept me as their leader. There are beasts here that will kill me on sight. And above that, there are other intelligent groups that probably have seen my work and have been forming their own plots against me." Midas said, addressing the facts.

Dorhal nodded.

"I agree... There are many goblin groups and villages spread throughout this island that you have yet to encounter." He said, "Other than that, however, I do not believe there is another group that could pose a threat."

Midas nodded.

"Well, I suppose that can be dealt with as time moves on. For now, I will accept my position as ruler of this island." Midas said, glancing down at the map.

All those present before him took in deep breaths, preparing themselves to hear the new name of this island on which they currently stood.

"The name I’ll give this island is..." Midas paused, taking a couple of seconds to think.

’This will be my kingdom as soon as I give it a name. But I have greater ambitions than that. I must think far into the future if I am to give names that will permanently burn themselves onto the map of Fell-Terra. In the following years, I will conquer much more of this planet. And so, this measly island can not bear the name of my entire kingdom.’ He thought.

"Capital City of my kingdom: Star Island." He said with a smile.

All those around the table looked to be slightly taken aback.

But then, smiles appeared on their faces.

"So you won’t decide the name of your kingdom yet, huh?" Gool said with a smirk.

Midas nodded, "Not yet, Gool. I have yet to come up with a name good enough to fit it." He chuckled. He was being sincere. "The day I give my kingdom its name will be a grand day. I will need time to think of a name deserving of cloaking my kingdom." He said with a warm but confident smile.

A second of silence fell over the room.

But it wasn’t awkward. It was relieving. All those in the room felt good. Just plain old good.

"Oh?" A familiar, deep voice suddenly sounded from behind everyone.

Midas’s smile turned into an instant frown. He immediately turned to face the exit.

Leaning beside the exit doorway was a familiar figure. His hands were crossed, his feet crossed as well, and he leaned against the doorway with a cunning smile on his face.

It was, of course, none other than Dorian Vaal Morvayne...

"W-what the--" Midas stopped himself from saying ’What the hell are you doing here!?’ as to not risk his life. "What are you doing here, Dorian? I thought you left!"

Those behind Midas did not speak.

Gool was shocked to see what was in front of him. Everyone else had slightly tense, stern expressions with furrowed eyebrows as they gazed forward.

Dorhal raised his chin, ready to pounce toward Dorian if need be.

"Left?" Dorian said, walking forward. "I did leave."

"Y-yes, but I mean that I thought you left for good. I mean, it’s been a really long time. Several weeks, easily." Midas retorted.

"I had many things to tend to. After all, it’s been two thousand years since I last set foot in this world. You understand, right?" Dorian said, walking right past Midas and placing his hands on the edges of the table, atop where the map lay.

He gazed closely at the map as Midas continued staring forward, at a slight loss and frozen for a split second.

Then, he turned.

"Fine... but does that mean you are staying with me permanently?" Midas asked, wary.

Dorian’s cunning smile turned into a nonchalant expression.

He didn’t turn, but Midas could tell that Dorian was no longer smiling from his tone alone.

"Is that a problem?" He said, his voice low.

His reply was vague. It failed to fully answer Midas’s question.

"W-well... not if you don’t antagonize us..." Midas replied, choosing his words carefully.

Dorian smirked, "Then it’s all okay!" He looked up at all those on the other side of the table. "Wooow... you have done quite a lot during the time I wasn’t here." He turned, facing the scroll on Midas’s back.

He then narrowed his eyelids as he scanned Midas up and down.

"Hmm... you are close to reaching the second breath, I see," Dorian said with a slight pause.

On hearing this, Midas’s eyelids flew wide open as if he had heard a shocking revelation.

’W-what!? Seriously!? I thought all this time I was making no progress! That’s amazing news!’ He yelled in his head, excited.

"To attain the technique alone is admirable. Those skeleton freaks are no joke. And the willpower one needs to not give up even once is unheard of. But..." Dorian’s expression shifted to a serious one, "To have mastered the first breath already... what a specimen you are."

Midas didn’t know how to react to this large compliment.

"It took me fifteen years to learn the first breath, you see. I was actually a very slow learner compared to even my peers." Dorian scratched the back of his head, laughing at himself as though he had made a self-deprecatory joke.

"Anyways, I have information you probably want to hear about. And I think telling you this information will make for a pretty entertaining series of events for me." Dorian said with a smile, "There’s also another important reason I am telling you this, but that can wait till the end." He was thinking of the northern continent, but refrained from saying it aloud for now.

"Information I want to hear? What do you mean?" Midas raised a brow.

It’s in regard to the world-wide game’s first-ever event hosted for all Players to participate in. Now, of course, this doesn’t mean all Player’s will participate. After all, it’s only in a small region. There are Player’s on the other side of Fell-Terra that won’t even be able to make it to the event by the time it ends if they start their commute at the beginning. This means it’s hosted only for the Player’s close to this area." Dorian said.

Midas was amazed to hear all of this.

"An event? I see... I’m grateful for the information; you were definitely right in assuming as such. If I were to guess, there are probably separate events hosted in various parts of Fell-Terra similar to this one for all other Player’s to participate as well." Midas retorted.

"That guess would be correct. The game wouldn’t single out players in a single region, as far as I know." Dorian replied.

"Do you have any more information on it?"

"Ye--" Dorian was abruptly cut off.

However, it was not by Midas. Nor was it by anyone else in the room.

It was from outside, from what felt like the sky.

A loud noise echoed through the heavens, vibrating the very ground.

Dorian made his way out, prompting Midas to follow him. All the others did the same, making their way out to a mud ledge overlooking the mosquito divot.

All gazed toward the sky with awe and shock plastered over their faces as they saw a gargantuan transparent blue rectangle-shaped panel appearing over the sky.

It seemed to span hundreds, if not thousands of miles. Those in very remote regions could see it undoubtedly.

Out of nowhere, a white text appeared on the screen with a loud dinging noise.

"Greetings, all Players and contestants within our game!" The words on the massive screen read.