Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 125 - : PLEDGING ALLEGIANCE

"Azrael!" Scarlett called out, her voice cutting through the misty air as Azrael trudged into view. She rushed forward and hugged him tight, her arms wrapping around his battered frame. Greg stood close, his imposing figure casting a faint shadow. Azrael tensed, eyes flicking to Greg, half-expecting another pummeling. But Greg stayed still, hands at his sides, and the lack of aggression eased Azrael's nerves enough to return Scarlett's hold, his grip cautious.

After a brief exchange with Gob, Greg motioned them forward. He led Azrael and Scarlett to his dwelling—a sturdy structure grander than the surrounding homes, its iron-and-stone walls rising above the rest, as befitted his status. They stepped inside, the faint creak of wood underfoot breaking the silence.

"Brother, telling me about this in the real world was one thing, but seeing it? Wow, this is nice," Scarlett said, her eyes tracing the rough-hewn beams overhead. "And Gob—was that his name? How's he so strong? I reckon I couldn't beat him even if I tried, unless I tired him out." She aimed to catch up with Greg, her tone light but curious. Azrael stayed quiet, not interrupting the siblings' bonding, though his ears perked up—he was just as keen to know how Greg had pulled this off.

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After the death of Cumba and the settling of the demon orcs, Greg had led them all to the kobolds' mine. This time, Erisu took point, his lean form guiding the way, with the able fighters among the demon orcs and goblins trailing behind, their weapons glinting faintly in the dim light.

"Great god, we are here," Erisu announced, his voice steady as they reached the mine's jagged entrance. Greg withdrew Heaven's Blade from his inventory, its edge shimmering with a cold gleam, and strode toward the opening.

"Intruders! Intruders!" The kobold on watch bellowed, his shrill cry echoing through the tunnels. Kobolds poured out, claws and crude spears at the ready, scrambling to defend their territory.

"What is the meaning of this?" the kobold chief, Scar, demanded as he emerged from the mine, his scaly face twisted with rage. "Have the orcs gone against their word and sided with the goblins?" He glared at the assembled forces, convinced the orcs had betrayed their deal—to let the kobolds keep their mine in exchange for crafting armor. To him, this looked like a double-cross.

"We didn't break the agreement," Tusk, the new orc leader appointed by Greg, rumbled back. "The one who made it with you is dead—killed by our great god. Surrender and worship him, and you'll get true protection!" His voice carried a rough edge, his tusks glinting as he spoke.

"Hah, great god?" Scar scoffed, his laugh sharp and mocking. "Have you gone senile? What nonsense are you—" "Leader!" Every kobold screamed, their cries overlapping as Scar's head vanished in a spray of blood, his health plummeting to zero. Just like that, he was gone—silenced mid-sentence by Greg's blade.

"Any kobold who dares disrespect me will face the same fate," Greg said coldly, his tone flat as he wiped the blood from Heaven's Blade. "Either you die, or you submit. You'll be useful to me either way." This was his tactic—show the stick first to crush resistance, then dangle the carrot to secure loyalty.

The kobolds quaked in their boots, their wide eyes fixed on Scar's lifeless body. They'd just watched their leader die in one strike. They couldn't beat the orcs and goblins combined—let alone this terrifying figure before them. Fear clawed at them, the urge to live overriding all else.

"Great god, forgive us," they chorused, dropping to their knees in unison, heads bowed low as they pledged allegiance, their trembling voices echoing off the mine walls.

[Congratulations! 166 kobolds have taken you as their god]

[You have gained 17 divinity points]

Greg smirked faintly, pleased. Gaining divinity points in the wilderness was almost too easy—faithless demons were everywhere, ripe for the picking. Outside the demon realm, in the wider world, it'd be max difficulty—every sanctuary and celestial temple would mark him as an enemy. Not that he cared; he wasn't scared. It just wasn't worth the hassle yet. He still had dragons and sea creatures to milk for points, but his level wasn't quite there.

User: Nemesis

Title: God of Dragons and Sea Creatures

Job: N/A

Level: 59 (7,289,562/7,500,000 EXP)

Health: 120,000

Strength: 436 +218

Speed: 403 +201

Stamina: 645

Intelligence: 340

Constitution: 579

Divinity: 75

Free Attribute Points: 0

Talent:

Ex rank – 100% dodge rate

Ex rank – God of Wealth

S rank – Talent Share

Primordial Dragon Bloodline

Primordial Sea Dragon Bloodline

His divinity was nearing 100 points. Greg's pulse quickened slightly—he couldn't wait to see what skills unlocked when he hit that mark.

"You'll all stay here for now," he addressed the kobolds, his voice firm. "I'll leave some orcs and goblins to guide and protect you. Who's the next leader among you?"

"It is me, great god," a kobold stepped forward, his scaly hands trembling as he approached. Fear flickered in his eyes, braced for death, but he squared his shoulders, trying to act the part. "Very well, you'll do," Greg said, scanning the kobold's stats with a glance.

Kold (Demon Kobold)

Bloodline: Dark Iron Kobold (5% bloodline)

Level: 37

Health: 37,000

Strength: 55

Speed: 20

Stamina: 30

Intelligence: 30

Constitution: 50

Loyalty: 55

Not too shabby, not too great. Greg decided to give him a boost, curious about tinkering with stats in this apocalypse.

Kold (Demon Kobold)

Bloodline: Dark Iron Kobold (5% bloodline)

Level: 37

Health: 37,000

Strength: 100

Speed: 100

Stamina: 100

Intelligence: 100

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Constitution: 100

Loyalty: 55

"Great god!" Kold shouted, bowing deeper as he felt power surge through him, his muscles tightening under his scales. He knew instinctively it was Greg's doing—his loyalty spiked from 55 to 80 in a heartbeat.

Greg had evened Kold's stats to 100 each, an experiment to see how balanced attributes played out. His own stats adjusted too:

User: Nemesis

Title: God of Dragons and Sea Creatures

Job: N/A

Level: 59 (7,289,562/7,500,000 EXP)

Health: 120,000

Strength: 391 +196

Speed: 323 +162

Stamina: 575

Intelligence: 270

Constitution: 529

Divinity: 75

Free Attribute Points: 0

Talent:

Ex rank – 100% dodge rate

Ex rank – God of Wealth

S rank – Talent Share

Primordial Dragon Bloodline

Primordial Sea Dragon Bloodline

His stats had dropped, but he wasn't fazed—grinding could fix that. He'd considered spreading his own points evenly to 100, then nixed the idea. Dropping below 300 risked him in a fight he couldn't avoid. Still, he made a mental note: split half his Heaven's Defier points evenly, and find a way to upgrade that blade. Its stat-stealing was too clutch to ignore.