Eastern Kingdoms, Stratholme.
Oscar sat quietly atop his newly completed lord's castle in the Civic Square, looking down at the City of the Dead below.
Was this really what he wanted?
The dwarf found himself often recalling his days as an adventurer and deeply missing those times.
Though he had lived from day to day back then, walking a tightrope in constant fear, those had truly been the happiest and most fulfilling days of his life.
The dwarf realized that he seemed to have lost his goal for the future.
That's right, he was indeed a lord now, ruling over a colossal city like Stratholme, one of the greatest there was.
He commanded an enormous undead army, and no one dared defy his orders.
He was their Lich King.
But... what was the point?
What did he want all this for?
Conquering the world? It wasn't as if sheep shit had gotten into his brain.
To enjoy supreme power? He had never seemed to crave that, either.
He had once striven for gold, to fill his belly, and to rise above others and become a world-famous adventurer.
But what about now? What was he doing this for?
Oscar glanced at Mr. Fat Maggot beside him, who was greedily devouring chunks of meat. After Oscar's desperate pleas, Titan had finally restored his old companion's sense of taste as well.
Was he really living less happily and comfortably than a maggot?
With that thought, Oscar decided to make some changes. He could not abandon the foundation he had built, but he also wanted to pursue the life he still longed for.
That thrilling life of an adventurer.
Though he had decided to make a comeback and become an adventurer once more, the dwarf still needed to devise a foolproof plan first.
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