Chapter 95: Beaten

Glacial Dread + Eternal Winter = 135 to all stats

General Physical Enhancment(High) = 50 to agility, strength and endurance

Agility enhancement(High) = 100 agility

Endurance Enhancement(High) = 100 endurance

[Strength: 314]

[Endurance: 414]

[Agility: 414]

[Wisdom: 188]

[Intelligence: 188]

MC stats whenever he uses everything he has just for those who are curious

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'Huh, where am I' I suddenly awoke in my throne room, but it was not the usual dim and dark chamber. Instead, it was brightly lit, casting stark shadows across the room. Many people stood before me, dressed in somber attire, their faces turned toward me, tears glistening in their eyes.

'Why can't I move?' I asked myself, attempting to shift my body or even just alter my position from whatever surface I lay upon. However, my efforts were futile. I couldn't even feel anything below my jaw.

"My king, I'm so sorry," Emma, one of the many among the solemn group, spoke softly. Her once vibrant hair now streaked with gray, telling tales of years gone by. The sadness in her eyes was palpable as she gazed down at me.

'Yo, Emma, what's going on?' I tried to speak, but the words remained trapped within my mind, unable to escape as they remained mere thoughts. All around me, the solemn gathering continued to weep, their tears falling silently as they stood vigil around me.

'God damn it, what's going on!' I cursed, frustration boiling within me. I attempted everything within my power, from trying to summon the system window to tapping into my magic, but neither responded. I remained stuck in the same inert state, unable to move or command as I finally caught a glimpse of my visage—or rather, what was left of it—in the reflection of an obsidian Order captain's armor.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed in horror. There I saw myself, not a body, but merely a skull, missing its jaw. I lay upon a pristine white pillow atop what looked to be a casket, the realization of what had taken place becoming more clear as the funeral service went on.

'I lost to the Lich,' I thought, the harsh truth sinking in. I couldn't comprehend how it had come to be. The last thing I remembered was landing a punch on the Lich's face, and then everything went dark.

"Guys, I'm not dead yet!" I screamed silently in my mind, desperate to reach out to the sorrowful figures who had now left me alone in my throne room. I stirred, attempting to piece together how the fight had unfolded, but each time I tried, memories of being pummeled flashed through my mind, causing me to falter and retreat into a disoriented state.

The Lich burned me, eroded my bones, and scattered everything possible. It would have made an attempt on my soul if not for all my soldiers and knights, struggling and battling against the Lich for the few fragments of me left. I would have been made to be used as a battery source if not for their valiant efforts.

'I wish I was stronger'