The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 42: Chapter 38: Death to Tyrants

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Stepping between worlds was new, but somehow, it felt as natural as the large step one might take to avoid a puddle. The king's link to Kyraneth was through the tower, but a sliver of the tower belonged to Nik now. With his feet crossing over the black brickwork of this ruined tower, a hint of green remained as a visible footprint with each passing step. The energy was in his lungs; it was in his veins, and it felt as though it suffused his entire being. He couldn't even see the extent of his deepened mana pool, it was like the system was struggling to recalculate his stats. However long it lasted, he'd use every bit of power it granted. A heartbeat-like pulse of the king’s power washed over him, dulling the already pale light of an overcast sky. Nik withstood it, and beyond that… he understood it. This wasn’t an ability, but a manifestation of the ebon king’s will. It was the desire to dominate, to control, and it was the desire of a petulant child. The king only saw other creatures as the playthings in his toybox, and he guarded his possessions with an unhinged jealousy. That was all the shadows were to him, strings attached to his toy soldiers. “No more games, Tyrant,” said Nik as he dug the claws of his feet between the floor’s bricks. Thud-thud. A pair of energetic waves from the king pressed against him, but he held his ground. Then he took a step forward and said, “I warned you not to go after my friends.” “Who are you to give warning to a king, you insignificant lizard? Kyraneth belongs to me. You should have knelt the first moment we met, and the death of your world might have been avoided,” the king spat with disdain. The system had apparently deemed this the appropriate time to chime in; a bell clanged to announce a new quest. Quest Received! Defeat the Lowest Ranked of the Kings Crowned in Onyx Just try not to die, kobold; your entire artificial world only depends on you. Reward: New Title Access to Tower Functionality Nik acknowledged the notification and dismissed it. The king stood before him now, face contorted in unhidden fury. Nik kicked off of the ground, racing toward the king with a Flame Blast empowered step. Another flare of the ebon king's power slowed his movements as the bubble of invisible energy tore through the room. Nik dropped more mana through his foot, and a second explosion propelled him closer to the king. Mid-step, he summoned a goblin spear, covered it with lightning, and sent it flying toward his adversary. The king shifted his posture, narrowly dodging the weapon as his speed betrayed the visage of frailty he portrayed. The crowned figure raised his arms and formed weapons of darkness in the space around himself. Without his shield, Nik had no way to block the attacks as shadow-make spears shot in his direction. A Flame Breath spread out in a cone between them dissipating the weapons mid-flight, but the king was faster still. The flames created a sharp contrasting light across the king's face as he slipped past the path of the flame. Nik blinked and the king who had just been a dozen paces away stood before him. A hard-toed boot to the gut lifted him off of his feet, and the fist that cracked his side drove him back to the ground. “I told you that you were too weak to take my crown, and yet, you oppose me. It's laughable that you dreamed you could face me and live,” said the monarch as he stomped his heel down on Nik's ribs. Electricity shrouded Nik and jolted through the king's leg. Shock Armor was followed by a Wind Slice against the stunned ruler, before he could regain motor control. The lean figure tilted as razor-sharp air cut across the side of his neck. A line like ink cut against the cloud-white skin of the ebon king, and black blood began to drip. Fury held no candle to the tempest of rage that churned within the tyrant's eyes as they latched onto Nik's. The colorless world dimmed around them as a dark blade coalesced within the monarch’s hand. “I know what you are, child of t