In the Lord's mansion in Twilight City.
Richard sat comfortably in the main seat. His hand caressed the ancient god statue that had a cold touch to it.
Tentacles filled its head. Its hands were on its legs, and it folded the broken wings on its back. It gave off an indescribable sense of strangeness.
However, precisely this dark-style filled statue allowed him to gain the upper hand in the game against the gods.
At this moment, he had even snatched the rotten authority from the hands of the King of Decay.
Although it was only a wisp, it was enough to shock people.
His spiritual power spread out.
He carefully sensed.
He tightly sealed the kobold god's soul in the statue's center.
He was powerless to struggle.
And at the core.
A wisp of rotten, ancient, and dark power slowly flowed.
Rotten authority.
That was the world's rules. One could not devour it.
One could only control and use it.
