Vert heavily sighs as he sits on his rock, bored out of his mind. He looks at the woman sleeping below him and lets out a long 'hmmmmmmmmmm'.

Vert had punched the door with an intense force but it did not budge at all, but what did happen was the whole cave system shook from the force of Vert punching an immovable object. Even though Vert almost caused his whole home to cave in on itself, there isn't even a crack in the door!

This was a week ago and Vert has spent all of his waking moments thinking of how to get out of the room. It seriously irritated Vert that the door didn't just shatter. Vert has never truly lost at anything mainly because he just uses his insane strength to win every situation he is put in, but this time, it seems like Vert will have to truly think something out. He will have to find a riddle or something, a hint to tell him a way out.

But something like that might not exist. Vert might be born to stay inside of this room for the rest of existence as a being. Deep down though, Vert doesn't want to believe this. He knows that there is something for him on the other side of that room and he will find it. He needs to find it.

One thing is first though, how does he deal with the woman grabbing at his ankles. Vert didn't mind the company that Emeralda gave him but now she was becoming clingy. She looks at Vert all the time when he isn't looking and Vert cannot yet comprehend why.

'Maybe something's wrong with her...' Vert thought as if examining a faulty product. Even now she was trying bring Vert closer to her but Vert unwrapped Emeralda's slender fingers from his metal boots and shook his head.

Standing up and stretching his arms over his head, Vert moans as his back cracks loudly from sitting still too long. The crack echoes throughout the dark room and Vert begins to investigate on any clues on how to escape. As he covers every single inch of the room, Vert comes to a final conclusion.

Nothing has changed and there aren't any hints on how to escape. He is trapped here for the rest of eternity and there is nothing that Vert can do about it...

'Unless.'

Vert looks back at the door and remembers how every intruder comes into Vert's room to try and kill him. They open the door and enter. Maybe if Vert just waits for someone to show up and open the door for him, then Vert can just kill them and leave.

Vert begins to laugh at his genius idea and slowly walks back over to his rock. Finally sitting down, Vert starts emitting a murderous intent full of anticipation that only a God can exert. Emeralda rolls over and begins to sweat in her sleep while the murderous intent fully rains down onto her. If she was awake, she would most likely be crying in fear, but since she is asleep then she will only have horrible nightmares. Nothing too serious right?

*The next day*

A room with 7 doors inside of it, with each door most likely resounding with death and destruction in the minds of the weak. The King of Zeneva looks at each door with a solemn yet stern look. The King Zanack II has lost good soldiers and close friends in his pursuit to become a God, but there seems to be a massive roadblock preventing Zanack from rising above the rest.

"The God of Death." Zanack says through his teeth, the sentence full of anger and hatred. No one has ever managed to defeat the God of Death, throwing the ritual of Godhood into an infinite loop of wasted effort. The other 6 Gods, The Goddess of Life, The God of Disease, The Goddess of Storms, The God of Health, The God of Sight, and The Goddess of Rage having all been defeated the ritual has been 6/7ths of the way completed for over 1,000 years now. There is also that final God in every King's way.

And today, the King Zanack II, plans to eradicate this hellish being. No one has been ever made it out of the demonic looking door after entering and as Zanack places his hand onto the bone covered door, a shiver is sent up his spine. Zanack begins to break out in a cold sweat as he can feel the murderous pressure of something incomprehensible on the other side of this door.

Zanack takes a few deep breaths and a hand is placed on Zanack's shoulder. Zanack turns to see his most trusted commander standing by him with a smile on her war scarred face.

"Don't worry my King, we will finally take down this horrendous creature, together."

Zanack chuckles and smiles to the woman that is also his mistress. The two have been through many wars and battles together and Zanack feels safe when she is around, like he could do anything.

"You're right. Let us go and eliminate the God of Death once and for all!" Zanack yells and is followed by an "Oorah!" from his soldiers and heroes. Zanack puts all of his strength into the door and it opens easily, though, Zanack will soon wish he had never opened that door.

A wave of death and sorrow soared out of the room and onto the army inside of the cave. Anyone who did not have a strong willpower died instantly. The sound of metal colliding with the rock solid floor is etched into Zanack's soul as most of his soldiers have died instantly. The only people left were the remaining 11 of the 13 heroes, and Zanack himself.

The stench of decay looms over Zanack as the corpses have already started rotting, causing Zanack to begin gagging.

"Hahahahah! Thank you for releasing me from my tomb! Your reward is a sweet and painless death!" Vert yells at the tops of his lungs to the intruders that have sealed their utter demise.