How in the world is a level 123 monster the lowest link in the food chain!? That makes no sense! If the lowest of the food chain is level 123 then I’m fucked. The King must be a total monster! I mean, more of a monster than it already is. It’s just staring at us. Never mind, it’s not staring at us, it’s looking at me!

Why is it looking at me?! There are literally more than 100 other living things in this area and it decides that I’m the one it wants to look at! Maybe it knows that I’m the new god. Or maybe it’s just that I’m the highest leveled. Either way, I do not like the way it’s looking at me. It starts walking towards us, wait let me rephrase that sentence, it starts walking towards me. I can see my pack slowly backing up as the Doomed Soul creeps forward. Luna and Solar are trying to stay by my side as my generals and raise more moral but I can see that they’re struggling.

I step forward to show that I’m not afraid. If even the leader starts cowering then the pack’s little moral it has will crumble. The Doomed Soul finally arrives in front of me. The D.S ( Doomed Soul ) stands tall. Now not hunched over, it’s taller than me. It’s looking down on me, with it’s soulless eyes, staring. I do not falter. I can’t afford to. I have an army to lead and I will not show them weakness. We stare at each other.

“sO, YoU aRe the challenger. mY king has sent me to find YoU.”

Challenger? What is it talking about? It doesn’t seem to know that I’m the new god but apparently it knows me somehow.

“What does your king want?” I ask, playing along.

“YoU have challenged OuR king for his spot as RUler of the Doomed Souls. hE has sent me to tell YoU that hE Accepts YoUR challenge. In twO fUll rOtations of the Earth around the star, wE will shOw Ourselves.”

So they’re going to wait until I’m ten anyway. I’m so relieved but I won’t show it yet. I don’t know if we were to battle, even with Luna and Solar, would we win. Although I am relieved that we didn’t have to fight it, I am also kind of dissapointed. Although I don’t know if I would win, I don’t know if I would lose either. I haven’t been able to test my strength against something stronger than me in a long time.

The Doomed Soul features started to melt. It shrinks until the D.S melts into the ground. I feel my psychopath perk deactivating. This is the first moment that’s going to start my destiny as Death. This is the first moment and honestly, I wasn’t prepared. Sure, honestly if my whole army attacked, we could have taken it down, but a lot of my army would have died. That is not how a general is supposed to act. I cannot jeopardise half of my army for one monster. The worst part is, that this monster was weak. Compared to the rest of its species, it’s at the bottom of the food chain.

I can’t let this happen again. I won’t let this happen again. I turn around to my generals, Luna and Solar. I wasn’t strong enough, my generals weren’t strong enough, we were weak. No, we are weak. Our strongest was weaker than the weakest link. We need to train. We need to grow stronger.

“Luna...Solar, let’s go.” They nod and follow me. The pack follows behind them. We start to walk back towards the manor. On our way we kill literally every monster we come across. Usually we ignore the small ones but we can’t risk being nice anymore. We finally arrive in the village and the rest of the pack stays in the woods while me and my generals walk to our manor.

Once we’re there, I speed walk to find my father. My father and mother were world famous adventurers. I can no longer rely on soul farming. I need training and an actual style to fight with. The fact that I even survived this long without a style amazes me. I finally find my father while Luna and Solar transformed and went to go put on clothes.

“Father, I need training.” I say without pulling any strings. He looks at me surprised.

“Well of course I was planning on training you, but do you really need it right now? You are 10x stronger than I was at your age. Maybe you should wait for a little longer.”

“No! I need the training father. I need some sort of style to train in a style to fight in. You were part of a legendary group in your younger days. I know you have some type of style you trained in. What is it?”

“Well honestly, I can’t even teach you.” he says while scratching the back of his head.

“What? Why not?”

“Well the heir the the Crow family has to be trained by a special group of people. Just like how I was. It’s a two week walk away.”

“Can’t we get a carriage to drive us?” I ask confused.

“Nope! We have to walk. You sure you want to do this. Me and your mom weren’t thinking about taking you to them until you're at least 13.”

I imagine myself fighting the king of Doomed Souls without training at the age of ten. I shudder at the thought. No way would I survive.

“Please father, we need to go as soon as possible.” I plead. He sighs at the thought of a two week walk.

“Fine. We can head out next week. YOU have to tell your mother though. No way am I willingly stepping on that landmine.” he says.

“Ok, I’ll tell mom...tomorrow.” I say hesitantly as my dad laughs at my hesitation.

I walk to my room and I see Luna and Solar sitting on my bed waiting for me. I look them in the eye and stare. How could they have been trembling back there. I needed them to back me up in case a fight broke out, but they were trembling with fear. If we actually started fighting would they even have backed me up? They are my generals and yet they were acting like scared little puppies. I continue to glare at them.

“You’re weak.”