‘What bullshit is this?! Why is there another Master with them?!’ the Immortal King protested inwardly after his informant confirmed that the large old man he had just been speaking with was indeed Sword Emperor Betelgeuse.

It felt like the entire world was crumbling down for the Immortal King.

How long had he painstakingly been waiting to be resurrected?

The Immortal King planned to finally achieve the three hundred years old vengeance he did not manage to achieve last time and teach the Nordic Tribe, who stopped him last time, a lesson while he was at it.

However, who could have known that those barbarians would have another Master with them this time around?!

The Immortal King could not help but feel pressured after confirming that there was another being as strong as the Master who stopped him three hundred years ago. No, he was actually scared.

He knew very well that there was no way that he would win against someone like the Sword Emperor when it hadn’t even been a year since he was resurrected.

‘Is this how it’s going to end again? I waited for so long to come back to life… but why did I have to meet a Master from the get-go?! Why?!’ the Immortal King lamented.

However, he couldn’t wallow in his sorrow. He decided to snap out of...