“Lord Noah, we’re surrounded by people from the Black Water Tribe and One-Arm Tribe.”

Scorpion squeezed into the cramped tent and before even reaching Noah’s side, started shouting loudly.

Such panicked behavior made all the warriors near the tent nervous.

Noah put down the map of the nearby area he had spent a month drawing, gripping the charcoal pencil in his hand somewhat tensely.

“How many of them are there?”

Scorpion froze, then answered haltingly, “I, I don’t know, but definitely more than our warriors.”

Noah tried to make himself look calm, but he couldn’t help taking small, sharp breaths.

He couldn’t help it—he was just a teenager in his teens.

When Saul had left him a large fortune and resources and told him he wouldn’t be coming for a long time, Noah had decided to go with Scorpion to his tribe.

He wanted to spread Saul’s title as “Death Judge” throughout this barren world, making everyone here become his master’s believers.

This way, when his master needed materials or information in the future, everything would become effortless.

Otherwise, relying on just himself, research progress would be extremely slow.

Initially, Noah had thought things through well.

Since the people here could only fight using their mutated bodies and had no magic power whatsoever, he just needed to use the powerful magical tools Saul had given him to easily conquer these primitive people.

But when Noah followed Scorpion to his tribe, he discovered that although the people here didn’t know magic and had backward knowledge, that didn’t mean they were a bunch of easily fooled idiots.

The scarce resources and harsh living environment made the people here naturally alert and cautious.

Because one moment of carelessness could bring the danger of tribal extinction.

Scorpion’s tribe was called Boulder.

Many of the tribe members had rough, stone-hard skin surfaces, making their combat ability very strong.

Their daring to settle near the black wasteland showed their strength.

After all, although the black wasteland was dangerous, it was also the area with the most abundant food resources.

Just to make these people submit, Noah had been forced to use large quantities of magical tools, consuming quite a few magic crystals.

Before he could settle down and establish a firm foothold, two tribes had suddenly united to attack the Boulder Tribe.

And their reason for starting war was simple—they didn’t have enough food to get through winter.

If they won, they could steal some food from the relatively powerful Boulder Tribe.

If they lost, there would be much fewer people eating food this winter, and as long as the survivors weren’t cleaned out by enemies, they could survive.

However, for some unknown reason, the Black Water and One-Arm tribes, which hadn’t been particularly close before, had suddenly formed an alliance to jointly attack the Boulder Tribe.

This immediately eliminated the Boulder Tribe’s advantage.

However, when Noah first learned of this, he was quite pleased.

If he could use magic to help the Boulder Tribe get through this crisis, the people here would definitely become more devout.

But he had underestimated the enemy’s determination and ferocity. After several encounters, not only had he failed to eliminate the enemies, but he had been surrounded.

Noah walked out of the tent and saw many Boulder Tribe members looking at him.

Noah suppressed his unease and walked to the mountainside to look down, indeed seeing a mass of dark skull tops.

“Nearly a hundred people combined.”

For the tribes here, a combat force of nearly a hundred could practically walk sideways in the outer regions.

Scorpion, as the person closest to Noah, followed him closely.

He quietly reminded Noah, “Sir, please summon the Death Judge quickly. Otherwise we’ll become their slaves and food.”

The people around also looked at Noah, with hope in their eyes along with some other complex emotions.

Noah estimated the enemy numbers again, feeling somewhat reassured.

He still had two magical tools with massive destructive power. He was confident he could deal with these enemies.

He was just hesitating.

These two highly destructive magical tools were given to him by Saul for life-saving purposes.

Should he use them on the battlefield now and keep one just in case, or use them all to sweep away all enemies and establish prestige?

However, regardless of what he chose, he couldn’t let these people think he could easily summon the Death Judge.

He was planning to promote Saul to divine status—how could a god be summoned at will?

So he deliberately didn’t lower his voice and glared at Scorpion.

“This is exactly when we’re being tested. If we think of asking the Judge for help whenever we encounter difficulties and setbacks, what qualification do we have to follow him?”

Scorpion opened his mouth. Noah’s vocabulary was too complex—there were several words he couldn’t understand.

But he roughly understood that Noah was saying that powerful Judge wouldn’t help them.

Scorpion turned back to look at his tribe’s chief and shook his head.

Disappointment couldn’t help but show in the chief’s eyes.

The reason they supported this thin youth Noah and listened to his commands was because of the powerful weapons in his hands and the even more powerful Judge he spoke of.

But if the other party couldn’t save them when the tribe faced crisis, why should they follow a stranger?

The chief, already over forty, secretly gave a look to a strong man in his twenties nearby.

The other party wasn’t that powerful himself—they could completely steal those powerful weapons from him.

Having never encountered magic, they had always thought that as long as they found the right switches, Noah’s magical tools could be used by anyone.

As tribe members with an extreme lack of security, good things only felt safe when in their own hands.

Otherwise, if the other party fled when battle began, they would have no chance to keep the good things on him.

Scorpion didn’t know what his chief was thinking. After all, before this return, he had always been just a marginal weak figure in the tribe.

Just as Noah was determined to use his most powerful battle effects to establish prestige, and the Boulder Tribe’s strongest warrior was planning to sneak over and steal Noah’s most powerful weapons…

“Whoosh…”

An incomparably huge shadow projected on the ground.

This shadow had many gaps, with light and dark constantly alternating, moving very quickly.

Everyone covered by the shadow flickered between light and dark, as if constantly switching between life and death.

The warrior who had been secretly approaching Noah looked up in confusion and saw a white monster large enough to block out the sky flying in mid-air.

“What is that?” Noah felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

And his condition was still relatively good.

All around was dead silence. Even the people from the two tribes in the distance preparing to attack were all staring up blankly at the massive white skeleton in the air.

A foul stench faintly came—someone had already been scared into losing control by the monster overhead.

“Does this world have such terrifying monsters?” Noah’s knowledge was limited after all.

He only felt that the bone monster overhead was probably even more powerful than his master Saul.

Since this world was so dangerous, his conquest plan had to be postponed.

If he could still survive this time.

Just then, Noah, who was already thinking about whether he would become an evil spirit after death, suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a person standing on the spine of the massive bone monster.

A wide black cloak, pale skin and black short hair.

He couldn’t help rubbing his eyes, then rubbed them two more times.

That person—why did he look so much like his master?

(End of Chapter)

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