Chapter 417 - 417: Your soul is mine

Originally Derik was prepared to keep plotting against the royal family and gaining the trust of the people while making them loathe the royal family but in just a moment he changed his mind on how to do things. In his past life, he was never the type to plot against an enemy, he could barely remember the last time he did.

When threatened back there he just confronted the enemy head-on and resolved matters with his fist. Choosing a different method of dealing with enemies gave him a strange feeling that made him uncomfortable. He thought of the future after he takes the throne, then what? He was never the type that loved ruling and even if he did, he would draw too much attention. Dealing with a kingdom as small as this shouldn't be an issue for someone at his level but dealing with the empire is something else entirely.

"So tell me, what do you want from us? We are mere mortals… so why would a God need us?" King Jules asked his questions while trying to sound humble.

If Derik is as strong as he claims and he is what he says he is, then with his power, he should be able to subdue this world with a snap of his finger, according to the stories of his strength and demonic power.

Gazing at King Jules for a while, Derik was a bit impressed with the way the mind of the youth works. With the amount of faith power he has acc.u.mulated in the last month, he was nearing the silver realm power level and for now, he can read the mind of weak men if he puts in some effort. Answering this man's question will not only solidify his claim but will also reveal his weakness any normal man would hide his weakness but Derik was no man!

"You are smart I like that" Derik commended King Jules.

His nails grew longer as he gently tapped the king's forehead and a visible darkish purple energy flowed through his body, into that of the King. At first King, Jules screamed and trembled as tears rolled down his fat cheeks but soon all the pain was gone and what came was a feeling the old man had never felt before.

Strength!

Power!

His fat shrank by a reasonable size and he could feel muscles bulging from all parts of his body. His body felt as light as feather and he could feel a fierce energy pumping into his veins.

Bam!

The door of the carriage yanked open and numerous guards wielding their weapons found only two men inside the carriage. They could see the king was alright and they felt embarrassed for barging in. These men apologized, claiming they heard the king scream and thought he was in trouble but the king was too fascinated with his newfound strength to punish or scold them. But that didn't stop him from taking note that these men couldn't see Derik who was seated in the carriage with them. They acted as if he wasn't there at all, leaving these two men a bit more convinced that Derik is the real deal.

"I died in my battle with the God of light… defeated, my godly essence scatters across the world… A true God cannot be killed permanently, I just awakened from my slumber and chose Lucia as my host… as for me needing you… that's partly true and false… I need to find my godly essence and to do that I need eyes and ears everywhere to make it easier for me…but that does not mean I need you to make this happen, you will only make things easier for me" Derik gave them a rough explanation of his situation.

He chose to give King Jules a gift first, before going on to explain.

"Work with me and I will raise you from the level of a small king to an emperor of this empire" Derik's eyes let out a bright glow which made death's aura rooted deep inside King Jules tremble greatly, causing him to get excited as well.

The thoughts of him becoming the emperor of this great empire has crossed his mind once but he never dwelt on such dreams for too long since it's almost impossible to achieve but if someone like Derik is giving him an assurance as strong as this, that meant there is a chance for him. More fame and glory will be attached to his name and he will live out the rest of his days in luxury!

"If you work well with me, I will go as far as increasing your life span by a few decades…" Derik whispered those words in his ears with a soothing voice that made him shiver in ecstasy.

"I- is that really possible?" King Jules was practically salivating all over Derik but he didn't bother himself with that as he back and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Of course! I am the God of death! I am death itself! Depending on your contribution to my goal, I will make sure the angel of death will never come near you… you will live last the hundred years limit of mere mortals in this life and I am willing to double the life span if you do well… all you have to do is pledge your allegiance to me and give your soul over to me!" Derik said.

Lost in the moment, King Jules fell on his knees and bowed to Derik swearing to serve the God of death from now to the very end. Upon doing this, Derik could feel another wave of refreshing faith power pour into his body, making him slightly paler than usual. At this point, his nails have already turned black and his lips were painted purple but this made him even more attractive than usual.

"Now, Your soul is mine!" Derik said while licking his lips.

Unknown to King Jules, his advisor started silent, unable to speak even when he tried. It felt like a powerful force was holding him down, preventing him from moving or interfering with their business.

"What now?" King Jules finally lifted his face to look Derik in the eye.

"Let's start by wiping out all those who dare plot against you in this kingdom… those who want your throne!" Derik said as the advisor's head exploded almost instantly.