Cursed Immortality



Opposite to the Alive Plains were the Dead Plains, and unlike the Alive Plains, which were ruled by three hegemonies together, the Dead Plains were ruled by only one power or one Dark Being, to be exact, the King of Dead!

The distribution of the Alive and Dead Plains solely depended on the strength of both factions. But any intelligent being is comparative by nature, especially if the comparison is with the arch-enemy!

That's why both sides maintained a delicate equilibrium and controlled half of the Epic Plains each and didn't let each other further increase their territories.

However, for Dark Beings, who basically live and grow by feeding on the living, peace was the least of the thing they wanted. That's why they always try to invade the Alive Plains no matter what and slaughter everything that has life.

It was the biggest reason the three hegemonies always needed manpower and strong forces to protect their borders.

The Dark Beings were especially proactive during the time when the Life and Dead Zones were still deactivated, and they could easily invade the other side. It was a sort of period where they accumulated as many resources as they could before the plain trial descended on the plains, and they were no longer able to enter the life zone.

It was especially the case right now when there were only little over two years left before the trial plains were formed, and all the dark beings were restlessly attacking the borders of the Alive Plains and killing anyone who came out of it by either force or their overwhelming numbers.

The three hegemonies were no pushovers, and they were called the 'Hegemonies' for a reason. The Epic Plains were quite important to the Life Faction, and they put ample resources so they could win the trial plains.

Nevertheless, the dead have no fear as they fight them day and night, and that's why they are so terrifying.

The Dead Plains were filled with gloomy and cold atmospheres all year long, and they were more like wastelands and filled with strange but deadly landscapes, and no one dared to venture into this place without being absolutely prepared.

The Dead Plains were also known by another name by the natives; the Kingdom of Doom. In the center of the Kingdom of Doom was the Doom Capital, and in the very center of this capital was a magnificent dark palace enshrouded by faint mist, and here resides the King of Dead, Onyx!

The King of the Dead, Onyx, was dreaded by everyone. Even a person like Gunnar didn't dare to face him head-on, especially in the Doom Capital.

Right at this moment, within the dark palace, there was a space filled with crimson mist, and two giant black flames were flickering brightly, giving off a horrified feeling.

The terrifying flames seemed to be focusing on the dark projection of a dark-cloaked being that had a ghost-like face with empty eye sockets, and there was no nose or mouth, and its skin was ghostly pale.

"… this concludes my report of recent strange events of the Alive Plains, My Liege!" An eerie voice filled with reverence sounded from the ghost's face before it bowed its head in front of the dark flames.

Because those dark flames belonged to none other than the King of Dead, Onyx, and this ghost face was Onyx's close aid, the Prime Minister of Dead, Draven!

After what happened in the epic star ocean on the side of the Alive Plains, even the Dead Plains were being effective, and unlike the Alive Plains, those poisonous substances in the air and water were quite a welcoming thing for the dead, especially for the zombie race.

But this didn't mean they won't investigate what the reason for this sudden change was, and it was quite easy for them to find out as well, as long as they grabbed a living and they also had another source of information.

Draven could be said to be the mind of the Kingdom of Doom, and his reputation was no lower than Nelsen's!

But unlike Nelsen, who was only loyal to himself, Draven was completely loyal to Onyx and also had the King's full support. Furthermore, the King of Dead was not a pushover either but an extremely vile and willy fellow himself.

The giant dark flames continued to flicker for some moment as if Onyx was mulling over something while Draven remained silent like a statue and waited patiently.

Finally, Onyx's corporeal voice, which sounded like a mixture of male and female, sounded "Curious. It seemed those live stocks had been fighting among themselves. But I'm also somewhat concerned about this weapon that has caused this mass destruction and changed nature itself.

"I will remember to inquire about it from the High Beings. In the meantime, send out Dark Legion Number Eight and have them launch a full-scale attack on the western border. Let's give them even more headaches.

"What is the situation in the Rare Plains? Did we find who annihilated the previous overseer?" Onyx questioned.

Draven thought for a bit before shaking his head, "We still don't know about that strange event. It should've been easier after he conquered the living of that place, and then all that was left him to do was to perform our mission. Yet he and his entire upper-level forces ended up dead.

"Even the living has no idea about this, and the Dark City was long gone when the reinforcement arrived at that place. Right now, the three hegemonies have taken more than half of the rare plains, and our armies are suffering. But it's only a matter of time before everything falls into place."

"Then what about the target?" Onyx questioned again as the black flames flickered madly.

Draven trembled slightly before he kneeled down and prostrated in front of Onyx and dreadfully said, "I'm ashamed, my Liege, but we have lost the target, and he might not be on the rare plains at all!"

The crimson mist around the space churned violently before the black flames burned brightly.

Onyx's cold and furious voice sounded, "It's not your fault, but that incompetent thrall who had lost our assets!"