Reversal! A Failed Victory

The light that had continued to shine over the "Duel of Fate" table finally began to fade. The blazing blue fire in Glorios's eye sockets dimmed with it. Though no extra expression could be seen on that skull-like face, the Lich King's utterly incredulous shock was still palpable.

Glorios truly found it hard to believe. As an undead corpse lich, he could no longer remember how many tens of thousands of years it had been since he had last dreamed. Yet right now, he genuinely felt as though he were in a dream, as if everything he had just experienced was unreal—while reason told him that it was all real.

He could not remember how many Death Matches they had played. He only remembered that he had won a total of four times, and each time, the vengeful souls he reclaimed had swiftly been won back by the other side. Only when he no longer had a single chip left in his hand did he finally come to his senses.

That sea of vengeful souls had all been lost, not one remaining, to that Agulie. Shura!

It had been a slaughter from beginning to end—a one-sided, suspense-free slaughter. Glorios even suspected that those four "wins" had merely been bait deliberately dangled by his opponent, meant to make him lose his head and stake everything without a care.

That peasant-rush tactic from earlier now seemed to be merely one of "Agulie's" endless methods. The many tactics that followed were things he had never even heard of, impossible to counter in such a short time. In the end, His Highness the Lich King had no choice but to swallow his pride and imitate his opponent's tactics.

Even so, he still could not change the one-sided situation.

For example, there was the tower-defense