283 Choosing The Medium

Closing his eyes to spare himself from becoming blinded for the next thirty minutes, Astaroth grinned like a madman. Even if he was repulsed at the thought of ruling and managing an entire city and kingdom, the benefits far outweighed the drawbacks.

If he could grow it correctly, he would have clout against other countries and nations that might have snubbed him before. But with great power came insane risks.

Becoming a ruler in such a budding nation put him in the crosshairs of assassins across New Eden, be they Players or NPCs. But he was sure New Eden had countermeasures to protect its rulers, too.

He knew rulers had objects tying them to their guardians or kingdom spirits. It may be the crowns on their heads, or sceptres in their hands.

He guessed there were also objects even less conspicuous. He couldn't wait to see what his would be.

But for now, he had other matters to think of. Like how to keep all of it in the upcoming hours and days.