Deus: We are all Lords

Looking at his troops, Kingsley smiled while thinking of another overpowered slime, but unfortunately, that one became what he was, simply because he had two things going for him: consciousness, or human intelligence, and powerful skills. These ones are just regular slimes; the man's gift was amazing, but he had no means of getting resources in the first place.

"Now let's see," Kingsley said as he sat on a chair he created with an earth table before him.

Just like he had done when Viktor, or at least his former self, first invaded his territory, he commanded the Earth to give him a live map of the man's territory. He felt he could do it for some reason; it was now part of his territory, and he felt this weird connection to it even though it was nowhere near him.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the massive region, a huge man who was shirtless and only wearing some shorts could be seen huddled in a corner with several blue squishy objects piling on top of him. This was how he had woken up; it seemed as though the system had just transported everyone over regardless of what they had on or where they were.

Being in a much colder area, this made things completely unbearable. Thankfully, the slimes had a bit of body heat in them and were somewhat immune to the cold, so by making them pile up on him, he could survive.

"Now let's hope; I put my trust in the right guy," he said with a defeated look on his face.

It was just like the Lord [Kingsley] had said—he knew himself best. He may look big, but he has no clue as to how to fight; he isn't a fighter; his muscles and all are just for show. He hoped that even if the Lord didn't plan to follow through with his promises, he would at least protect him; after all, he had confirmed that if he died, his territory would vanish, and if it did, the Lord who ruled over him would revert to his level.

It may not be exactly this, but if it happened enough times, the lord would revert to his previous level, and Jerry doubted that many people had surrendered their territories to him, so if he died, it would affect him greatly. Jerry sat in his corner covered entirely in slime as he waited for something to happen. He didn't know why he expected an instant response, but he hoped to get one.

"Hello, Mr. Jerry?" A voice called out from outside the damaged castle.

Hearing the voice, Jerry was immediately surprised since he was sure that no one could come into his territory without his knowledge. The system had given a two-day grace period of absolute safety, which hadn't ended, but now something had gotten in. Jerry didn't want to find out what it was, so instead he continued hiding in his corner.

"Oh… I see. My name is Kingsley Seth, and I am the one to whom you surrendered your territory. "As a result, I can enter your safe space with ease," the voice said with a slight amusement in its tone.

Realizing how familiar the voice sounded, he stood up to check it out. To play things safe, Jerry didn't just jump out; instead, he quietly peered through the holes in the walls to see if he would see any creatures of any sort but saw nothing. If this was actually a creature that could bypass the system's protection, then it might also have some means to turn invisible.

Choosing to risk it, he walked out into the open only to find a 3D portrait of someone floating in the air above him. The person looked similar to the Lord [Kingsley] in the regional announcement.

"Wow, you're really big," the portrait suddenly said, then clicked its tongue as though it were jealous or something.

"Are you really the Lord [Kingsley]?" Jerry asked

"Yes, and also why aren't you wearing anything? This area is cold," Kingsley questioned when he noticed the man's abnormality.

Through his connection to the hologram, he could easily tell how cold the area is, and yet, the lord here was walking around in nothing but shorts. not shoes or shirts or anything of that sort.

"I didn't choose this; the system brought me here like this," Jerry explained himself.

"Oh, then thank God I wear clothes to sleep, then imagine if I slept naked," Kingsley said as he imagined such a scenario.

"Anyway, let's get you something to wear," Kingsley said as he snapped his fingers and a set of combat fatigues appeared on Jerry's body.

"How did you do that?" Jerry asked in surprise.

"That, my friend, is none of your business. Now, as per the agreement, I will help you survive the event, but since I am not your father or mother, I would need you to also level up to get powerful enough to protect yourself."

"Thank you"

"You're welcome; now here's something that you would need." Kingsley said as he waved his hand to make a table appear, on the table was a transmitter, a Glock 17, some Aspirin vials, and a M16.

"The small device over there is to be placed on your forehead, but before you do that, please make sure that you are holding one of the cylindrical injections."

"What do they do?" Jerry asked

"The small device is called a transmitter; I know I'm terrible at naming things, but it is basically one of those devices that help you learn faster and it also helps you communicate with me easily; I assume you have a family."

"Yes, a wife and a son."

"Then this will help register you in our systems and help easily identify your family members when we come across them."

"I would appreciate that."

"No worries; now the injection is called aspirin, and you would get it if you've ever played a certain game before." "Basically it's an all-cure; it will heal even decapitation if administered quickly enough."

"....."

"What?"

"Will this cure leukemia?" Jerry suddenly asked with a serious look on his face.

"Does your son have leukaemia?" Kingsley asked

"Yes, it's something we have been battling for a long time now. I don't even know if he has eaten or not. What if he doesn't survive tonight?"