enouncing his citizenship.

‘Couldn’t the Holy Empire be a vegetarian country?’

Of course, he liked vegetables, but how could the highest-quality food sent by the royal family be this bad? Boiled bean water, really?

‘These bastards, were they from the elven nation?’

But soon the Skeleton King shook his head.

No, that’s not it.

It was a body that could barely eat and chew after hundreds of years.

Whether it’s bean water or plain water, if this is their staple food, now he’s humbled with a grateful heart…

“But is it really okay? Should we give the young master something that we don’t eat as well?”

“Because you are a noble representative of the gods and a leader, we prepared only the best.”

“The Pope ordered that the Saint candidates should be fed only with this crop.”

“Yes, it’s our duty.”

The Pope bastard, who wouldn’t be satisfied even if they chewed on this!

He has never liked those bastards since old times.

The Skeleton King, who was about to crush a milk bottle, glared and spat out anger from his eyes.

Before kicking the gods, let’s first take off the Pope’s balls.

In the meantime, the Skeleton King’s gaze fell on the lunch boxes carried by the paladins.
A delicious smell emanated from the boxes.

And perhaps sensing the Skeleton King’s gaze, the paladins smiled as if moved.

“Do you care about us that much? You don’t have to worry about us!”

“That’s right.
In order to protect you, our knights have thoroughly enjoyed the special meat dish!”

“So please eat without worry… Oops! The young master is drooling!”

“Wait, young master! Stop it! Oops!”

Tweh! Twaht!

He will definitely make these knights slaves and work them to death.

‘It’s not like eating this will make me any less of a Saint.’

But wait, it wasn’t just anyone who ordered him to eat it, it was the Pope?

‘Darn it, I’m hungry so I’ll eat it for now.’

Surprisingly, it felt like he was eating soybean noodle soup, and it was actually pretty good if he just added sugar and salt.

Of course, Skeleton King didn’t need to use magic to make seasoning, but still, he had already depleted his energy using only a 1st-rank spell.

‘This is all because of the saint’s body.’

Was it because it didn’t match his energy?

No, that wasn’t the reason.
On the contrary, his body was the best for a magician who stored up power.
It could store any amount of power like a monster.


‘Even storage capacity needs to be good to some extent.
Am I a monster?’

Well, he understood.
Compared to a god, the human body was small.
So how can you store a lot of power in that small body?

‘Filter out impurities and compress as much as possible.’

Filter out impurities and compress the power as much as possible.
To be able to produce the power of ten thousand with the power of one.


‘Damn it, I underestimated the power of the Saint’s body.’

Because the compression was too great, only a few drops were filled even when absorbing power!

Of course, that meant the output was even better.
Compression meant that the same amount of power could produce a stronger force.

In other words, it meant that the destructive power of magic also increased.
It was undoubtedly the reason why a 1st rank magic produced the power of a higher level magic.

But it couldn’t go on like this.

‘Even if the power is strong, when will I be able to fill up my mana pool if I keep compressing it like this?’

The only way to replenish mana in the Holy Empire was to absorb mana core.

But if it continued like this, he would have to search for mana cores until he became an old man and die.

‘Damn, are you telling me to convert peacefully?’

I’m not even thinking about facing the gods, let alone becoming one of their lackeys.

In a situation where there was already a shortage of mana and it was difficult to summon subordinates…

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