Arius sat on his skull throne with an emotionless face and dead eyes as he viewed the death king who was absorbing any life force he could grasp.
In a couple of mile radius, every life was dried to the brink leaving nothing but darkness and depression.
Seeing every soldier and mage killed Arius couldn't help but sigh in relief.
Knowing the people who wanted to harm him and his loved ones were dismissed from this world made him relax a little.
He knew though he had to revert back to his past self to make sure everything that was precious to him would be safe.
He knew what he had to do to make sure he would be able to protect them.
"Supreme system," Arius spoke inside his head.
[Yes host?]
"I want to remove the system's powers and train with the little divine energy I will be allowed to possess. I want to become strong off my own powers instead of having an overpowered system." Arius's words were like a metal hammer crushing the logic of the world.
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