Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 87: Game Rules

From all across the region close to Demadur and Meniras, players ran outside.

They gazed at the sky with awe in their eyes. Many were fearful, others wary. Some were eager.

Among these latter players, Midas was one of them.

He grinned, his eyes still wide with shock.

’Amazing... I can finally test out whether or not I have a chance at this game.’ He thought to himself, excitement quickly growing. He had full belief in himself, but this concept still intrigued him.

Midas believed that having faith in himself to be the victory was a necessary trait one must have before even beginning to participate in the game.

Still, having real confirmation of his skill tested against others wasn’t scary, but rather exhilarating!

"A peninsula has been chosen! One at the bottom foot of Meniras, the guardian state. For what has it been chosen exactly? Well... an event, you see. A tournament. A competition amongst Players!" The words on the screen read.

Midas could feel his eagerness growing.

Seeing the words on the screen, Michael grinned wholeheartedly thousands of miles away.

"Players must gather at the foot of the Meniras Peninsula by the setting sun of the thirtith day following this announcement. Only those present at that exact time within the game barrier will be permitted to participate in the challenge."

"You may bring as many fighting forces, allies, accomplices, and other living helping hands with you as possible! For you will be competing directly against one another! Within the peninsula, ten zones have been blocked off and separated. These ten zones represent ten different landscapes, whether it be mountains, swamps, beaches, forests, and more."

More and more panels covered in bold white letters began appearing in the sky one after another.

Necks remained bent toward the sky.

"Within these zones, however, there are special areas called: Bounty Zones. Bountry zones are smaller, blocked off landmarks, some harboring horrible beasts of great power, and others tainted by a lethal environment. The objective of the Player is simple. Claim as many zones as you can. Each zone grants you 100 points in the challenge. Bounty zonees, however, grant you 200 points!"

"How can one claim a zone? That will be explained during the beginning of the challenge. Until then, do your best to prepare. Additional rules will be explained on the day of the challenge, so do not make hasty assumptions. The challenge will be hosted for a length of two weeks. After this time, the points of all Players still alive will be counted and ranked on a leaderboard."

"The top three leaders will gain a prize in ascending order. The winner will gain a powerful title. Along with this, the winner will earn honor and glory in the game itself!"

Midas was taken aback.

’What does it mean by honor and glory in the game itself?’ This part confused him slightly. He had many more questions about the game, but that wasn’t a priority right now.

"This is... amazing." He muttered under his breath, "So we have a month, huh?" He began to think about what he was going to spend this time doing.

"One last thing!" The game dinged. "All players in the region will receive an item this very moment. This is how you will bring your army to the game. It is a one-use item, so do not waste it."

As soon as this message showed itself to the world, the panels in the sky disappeared.

Midas gazed forward as he saw a ring appear in mid-air mere inches away from his face.

It was a golden ring with red lines flowing through it.

[Game item received: Warlord’s Ring.]

[Warlord’s Ring description: A ring that allows the user to absorb up to 1000 souls of any kind and release them at will. This item may only be used once.]

’I see.’ Midas smirked.

’I was going to tell him of the northern wares... but it seems he has enough on his plate now. If anything, telling him about the north now would only devalue my words.’ Dorian thought to himself from afar.

"Dorian!" Midas said at that moment, turniiing.

Dorian’s eyelids widened for a split second in surprise, "Huh? What do you want?"

"Will you join me in this game? It is a humble request of mind." Midas said, nodding his head slightly as if to bow with respect.

’I know it’s a long shot, but I need to think realistically here and use all of the advantages that I can.’ Midas thought.

"Nope." Dorian immediately replied, shutting down Midas’s hopes. "If I joined, the game wouldn’t exactly be a fair competition. Plus, I’m busy with other things anyway." He glanced to the side unconvincingly.

Midas was expecting this answer, so the rejection didn’t bother him much.

"Oh, really?" He replied to what Dorian said with a skeptical tone, "Like what?"

Midas was curious, since Dorian seemed to have enough free time to waltz around a random player like him after all. He was convinced that Dorian was saying that he was busy just to save his own face.

"Don’t ask too many questions, boy," Dorian replied in a low tone, a striking gaze piercing through Midas.

Midas felt as though the entire world around him had condensed into a single point between his eyes and Dorian’s. The feeling was intense for a second, but faded as Dorian closed his eyes and began chewing on an apple.

Midas sighed, shaking his head slightly.

’I knew he didn’t have shit to do.’ He thought, chuckling inwardly. Surprisingly, there was no reaction from Dorian.

"Listen up, everyone! I hope you all understand what is facing us in the near future." Midas’s voice rang loudly like that of a confident leader.

All ears perked up, listening closely to what he had to say.

"Dorhal!" He called out.

The orc stepped forward, nodding in acknowledgment.

"You have trained the goblins in the art of warfare, yes?" Midas asked. He had given the task to Dorhal earlier in the month, since the goblins didn’t have any more experience other than basic goblin dagger-fighting techniques.

With their frail bodies, it wouldn’t be enough for war.

"Yes, my lord. However, the process of hardening them into true warriors isn’t complete yet. It will take time." Dorhal replied diligently.

"Well, make it sharp. I need these goblins to be as fierce as bulls by the time it’s game time." Midas ordered, Dorhal nodding promptly. "And make sure your men aren’t lacking either."

Midas continued giving orders to all the leaders of his entire company.