Knight: Becoming King of the World

Henry’s gaze had just fallen upon the three items radiating a mysterious light. Before he had a chance to examine his new treasures, his vision blurred.

A familiar interface suddenly appeared in his field of view. It was his Personal Attribute Panel, which recorded all his stats and passive abilities.

Today, however, the panel was acting strangely. It didn’t wait quietly for his command as usual, but had popped up on its own.

Stranger still, the data on the panel was no longer neatly arranged numbers and text. Instead, it had become a jumble of random, garbled code.

Henry blinked. The garbled text was like a virus-infected computer screen—chaotic and disorderly, preventing him from gleaning any useful information.

Henry’s brow furrowed as he tried to understand this sudden change.

After a moment’s thought, Henry quickly opened another important interface: the Total War Overlord Panel.

This panel, which recorded his campaign progress, faction, armies, fiefs, population, and general wealth, was just as crucial to him.

To his slight relief, this panel showed no signs of garbled code. Everything looked normal.

However, when his gaze fell on the campaign summary section, he discovered the data had frozen.

It was as if it had solidified. The latest battle results weren’t being calculated, and no new data was being added.

’This isn’t a good sign!’

’Son of a bitch! This has to be a plot by Jianqi!’

The other nobles stood quietly a short distance away, their gazes fixed on Henry, but none dared to approach and disturb him.

They hadn’t seen the three mysterious rays of light, nor had they noticed the three faint shadows in the sky.

To them, Henry’s behavior was baffling, but they all knew his power and Wisdom were beyond their comprehension.

Henry must have had his reasons for acting this way.

The massive Black Shadow that appeared at the end of the battle had left a deep impression on them. It was a sight unlike any they had ever seen, making them wonder if Divine Spirits truly existed in this world.

And now, Henry stood there, amid three skull mounds built with a specific number of heads, seemingly communicating with some supernatural force.

This further convinced them that Henry might truly have some connection to a Divine Spirit.

In their eyes, Henry was not only a powerful Warrior but also a farsighted leader. His performance on the battlefield was unparalleled, and he always found a way to victory.

Such power, such Wisdom... surely it was a gift from a Divine Spirit?

Some of them began to put their heads together, whispering amongst themselves about the divine blessings Henry might possess.

Their voices were filled with awe and curiosity, their eyes glittering with a yearning for the unknown and a lust for power.

"Can Lord Henry truly communicate with a Divine Spirit?"

"He must be. How else could he possess such immense power?"

"Then shouldn’t we also pray to a Divine Spirit for blessings?"

If Henry had heard their conversation, he would have immediately put a stop to their dreadful ideas.

Henry hadn’t turned into some misshapen creature after receiving a blessing because he was special. If these people tried to blindly follow his example, they would undoubtedly become powerful, mindless monsters.

The three towering skull mounds, a horrific sight built from enemy heads, radiated a chilling aura.

This very morning, these heads had belonged to living people. Now, they were a testament to the cruelty of war—and works of art.

The stench of blood permeated every corner of the vast battlefield, a thick odor that drifted on the wind and was nauseating enough to make one gag.

A strong wind carried the nauseating stench of blood toward the distant Akakarat City.

The city’s residents covered their noses, and some even vomited from the sudden, putrid smell.

The stench of blood was so strong that even the dullest person could guess how brutal the battle outside the city walls had been.

The city’s residents were filled with curiosity and anticipation for the battle’s outcome; previous small-scale conflicts had boosted their incomes.

But the scale of today’s battle was clearly different. The city gates were sealed shut, forbidding all entry and exit. This made them realize the sheer scale of the conflict; its outcome would directly affect their lives.

Merchants began to calculate the potential postwar business opportunities. Regardless of which side won, Akakarat City, being the closest settlement to the battlefield, would become a vital trade hub.

The victor would need to sell off a portion of their spoils, and the city’s merchants saw endless opportunity in that.

Artisans, too, anticipated a surge in post-war demand. Weapon and armor repairs were essential after any conflict.

They had already begun making preparations to quickly meet market demands as soon as the war was over.

Count Akakarat stood on the city wall, his hand resting on the cold stone parapet, his gaze fixed on the distant battlefield.

He was surrounded by a group of observers holding expensive spyglasses, carefully scrutinizing every detail of the battlefield.

Scout Cavalry that had been dispatched also returned continually, reporting what they had observed from afar.

As the reports trickled in, Count Akakarat began to estimate the number of corpses the battle had produced.