Rumbleeeeeeee—

Clack, clack, clack, clack—

Lost in his thoughts, Nerva Sephiroth’s expression was dark amidst the sound of hail and fireballs crashing on the castle roofs.

Griiiiip—

‘How dare the king of such a small nation…’

Nerva had asked Minhyuk to have a cup of tea. However, he was rejected by the man because Minhyuk ‘had to eat chicken’.

Nerva was filled with pride. As the emperor appointed by the Battle God, he firmly believed that he was the only man that could rule this land. But, a mere foreigner king was showing contempt toward him. Still, the anger that he felt only boiled for a brief moment.

[The Eighth Plague.]

[A plague of locusts will descend and devour everything.]

“Your Majesty!!!”

The servants rushed inside. When he followed them outside, Nerva saw a sea of locusts engulfing the entire Luvien Empire.

“…They’re eating all of our crops.”

“We're already suffering from food shortage as it is.”

“…”

Nerva groaned.

‘There is an epidemic going around and even all of the water sources have turned into blood, yet there are still no casualties.’

Even their livestocks were dying, yet no one had died from starvation.

‘This is obviously an illusion!’

Even though he thought that everything was nothing but an illusion, he still feared the coming of the...