Thousands of soldiers stood before him—an unprecedented sight even for Kim Do-Joon. Since obtaining the Ring of Dominance, he had steadily expanded his forces, but they only numbered in the hundreds. 0

Yet now, in a sudden twist of fate, his subordinates had multiplied exponentially. Realizing that all these soldiers would obey him stirred an unfamiliar hunger for power deep within him.0

“Humans are such funny creatures…” Kim Do-Joon muttered with a faint smile, raising his hand. 1

Of course, he couldn’t just drag such a massive force around aimlessly. He needed a place to station them temporarily.0

This will do.0

He traced a circle in the air, conjuring a portal. On the other side lay the Slime Grassland, a peaceful and conflict-free area. It was the perfect place to store his shadow soldiers. Although the land was barren, offering no food or water, it didn’t matter because shadow soldiers neither ate nor drank.2

Clink. Clink.0

Without even being instructed, the soldiers began marching through the portal, orderly and precise. Kim Do-Joon couldn’t help but think of his days in the army.0

Even now, I absolutely hate it. 0

Even now, years later, the loathing had not dulled. He shook his head to clear the memories and stepped away from the Ring of Dominance.0

Then, he turned to Archlich Keldian’s head that lay at his feet. Kim Do-Joon picked it up.0

“Aargh! Stop it! Don’t do this to me! You’ve already stolen my army and ruined my life! What more do you want?!” Archlich Keldian howled, flailing helplessly.0

A necromancer from birth,...0