Emperor Tomb Village's library.
Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened. Morning light spilled through the glass, cutting a boundary between light and shadow across the desk.
Divine King traced his fingers over his homemade map of the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range. Dozens of attack routes had been drawn in red, then roughly crossed out. A few words were scrawled along the edge: all dead ends.
An Evil Spirits Compendium lay open beside the map, its page depicting a winged Doomsday type troop.
A refreshing cup of Thousand Spirit Fruit Juice also sat beside it, undissolved fruit pulp settled at the bottom.
Several worn strategy notebooks were piled at the corner of the desk. One had a dog-eared page filled with densely packed annotations.
Draft sheets were scattered haphazardly above the map, covered in tactical simulations. The arrows had been repeatedly redirected, the numbers crossed out and rewritten.
Several maps also featured cartoon drawings of Di Nian Bully, including one depicting him as a clown.
In Divine King's view, the Evil Spirits Compendium entries recorded after the Gigantification Domain campaign zoomed in and out.
Many new Evil Spirits units had appeared in this campaign, and his warfare knowledge base needed updating accordingly.
Only by thoroughly understanding every Evil Spirits unit that had appeared could he handle warfare with ease and guess Di Nian Bully's intentions behind creating such units.
Monster World was far too realistic, so realistic that he needed to keep absorbing new knowledge.
Otherwise, he would easily fall behind Di Nian Bully's growth.
After letting out a long breath, Divine King leaned back against his chair, scenes of his clashes with Di Nian Bully surfacing in his mind.
His growth clearly could no longer keep pace with Di Nian Bully's.
He had thought that, as a player, he