Conqueror

It's been a week since I gave Zieglind the Mana Absorption skill. I placed him on the first area of the island to absorb some of the mana there. But it seems that he can only be in there in just a couple of hours or his whole body will break down. He can pass through it with ease up to the third area of the island but he'll not return alive if I put him there immediately.

"Hey Herold, this is taking way too long. I gain about 10 mana per second while just meditating and absorbing in the first area. I could just kill some monsters and level up and I'll gain like 400 per level up or something." Zieglind complained.

He seems to be missing the point so I have to clarify it for him. "Mana isn't the thing you need. It's the souls imbued with the mana in this island. You've been going at it for a week, I'm pretty sure you've seen a glimpse of Urgo and Helery's memories."

"I did see one memory. It wasn't anything special. It was just Urgo living in the wilderness. It didn't give me any idea on what to practice or do."

"Every single bit of mana here are just fragments for their souls. So of course there'll be things that will be useless for you. Just be patient."

"Anyway, it's been a while since I was in your care. Can I at least see them or write a message to them?"

"Who's them?"

"You know, the ones that were with me against Fafnir's son. The Crimson Knights."

I really don't want him to have any other distractions. I need to keep those people out of his life for now. "Forget it. Just focus on what you're needed to do."

"Hey, hey, they must be worried or they must be thinking I'm dead."

"You'll be back anyways. Just continue your training."

"If you don't I'm just going to... Teleport!"

"Dispel."

"Hey!"

He's persistent. "You'll have your chance."

"Why won't you let me meet them?"

"Your kingdom isn't in a good state. I don't know what they're doing right now but even I don't know where they are."

"Wait, Pandir is destroyed?"

"I'm afraid so. Fafnir's spell against you managed to wipe out most of your kingdom."

"Then the people..."

"That's why I said it's not time yet. Just continue on your training."

"Fine."

He sat down and began to absorb mana in the island again. I left him there and went on with my duties.

"Home." With that single spell cast, a small house then appeared before me. It's a small house but it has been my traveling friend since I got here in this world. I went inside and tried to get onto the desk on the far left corner. I haven't spawned this house since the last battle royale. I hope Zieglind can make use of this.

I opened the drawer on the desk and I brought out two books. These are my diary and my group's research.

I opened my group's research book and it's filled with notes about monsters and where to find them. I'll give this to Zieglind. But now to the important part... my diary.

April 18, XXXX

The first floor of Tartarus, we barely passed it. It was a gigantic dog with three heads. I think it called itself Cerberus. It breathed fire, but it was no ordinary fire. The left head was emitting black flames, the middle red flames and the right is blue flames. It gave us weird statuses. And unfortunately, it killed Johansenn in the process. Though it aches our heart to see my friend die in just the first floor of Tartarus, we absolutely need the item at the top. We're still to weak to face him.

April 22, XXXX

Two of my people died... We've been blasting through the levels of the dungeon. It seems that the first level is the only one that was difficult. But when we entered level 10, it just became even more worse. The enemy was a minotaur. We weren't on guard because minotaurs are considered weak and are fodder for level 80 players. But this one was different. The arena was covered in blood and this minotaur was large for its specie. I used scan on him and I was horrified by the skill he had. "Famine." It's description states that the minotaur will be forever hungry but in exchange, he'll grow stronger the more he eats. And the number of things he has eaten, 495,201.

We barely managed to win that fight. One of our healers died and an archer. We're doubting ourselves if we can even continue.

April 25, XXXX

Most of my members want to leave now. We're in the 19th level but we haven't found anything. It's just filled with enemies. There's no treasure, there's no healing spots nor places to take a break. We've been going at it for days barely eating. We know that we are all over level 3000, but we felt powerless inside of Tartarus.

June 1, XXXX

Everyone... everyone is dead. He killed everyone. We were so close. We were at level 50. We could've gotten answers but... that damned monster. My friends, the love of my life. They're all gone. But I too, died. My love rescued me from death by exchanging hers for mine. I've lost my status as a player but I'll do everything to get revenge on him.

June 2, XXXX

I've been following him around but he's cautious. I'll take my revenge on him at a later date. But that isn't important. He took something from the 50th level. It looked like a breastplate. I don't know the properties of that breastplate but I need to get out of here.

June 3, XXXX

I finally got out of Tartarus. But it seems that man followed me. He was curious on why a normal person like me entered Tartarus. It seems that he doesn't know that I was the leader of the group he just killed. Though I was clouded with anger, I tried to hold it in me. He doesn't know that I revived and got taken off my status as a player. I immediately left the scene.

Reading all of this, wants to make me go back to time and kill you... Ouroboros. My revenge is near and it's time to end this cursed game.