The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God



In a vast plain, the third round began.

Maximus's opponent at this moment is a tier 3 Nascent mage Nightmare difficulty.

With his previous experience, he was getting the hang of the battle.

Sure enough, after a few exchanges, he defeated his opponent.

Satisfied with his battle this time, he exited the battle colosseum.

...

On the castle terrace, he saw his children watching on a virtual screen of their brother Liam fighting.

The battle colosseum had a live stream function and a reward function.

"How is your brother doing?" Maximus sat next to them and asked.

"He was ranked 1 with 360 BP at the start, after the evaluation in the battle of the ancients," Max proudly said.

"Oh?"

The ranking is divided from rank 0 to 9 with 10-99 BP for rank 0, 100-999 BP for rank 1, and so on.

"Who is his opponent?" Maximus got curious and looked at the virtual screen.

Liam's opponent was a middle-aged man who was also a knight using an axe.

They were evenly matched, with the middle-aged man having more experience and Liam having a greater variety of techniques.

But unfortunately for Liam, after fighting like his father, bursting with a variety of techniques without substance, he grew exhausted and was baited.

Slash...

"Hahaha, you're too young, boy," the middle-aged man bragged.

Liam's virtual avatar looked like himself but in the image of a teenager, so the middle-aged man didn't know that he was fighting a 7-year-old kid.

Liam, on the other hand, just gritted his teeth as he slowly disappeared.

"How is the fight, son?" Maximus said in a mocking tone.

Although Liam's fighting style was the same as his, unfortunately, he didn't have transcendent mastery, so his mana was quickly consumed.

"It's not bad?" Liam didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's good, brother! Your opponent is just too old." Max on the side cheered.

"Mmm..." Liam felt consoled.

Seeing that his son wasn't too sad about the loss, Maximus looked at the battle ranking.

[Silver Atom - Rank 5 - 6,745,960

Light Hans - Rank 4 - 634,860

Alister - Rank 4 - 337,760

Mike - Rank 3 - 34,860

...]

His ranking wasn't there as he had it hidden; after all, it's embarrassing if someone was on top of him.

Silver Atom, who was on top, was basically the strongest in his kingdom, so it's no surprise.

Even with his current state as a tier 4 Sky Knight, Silver Atom, a former tier 6 Stellar Knight, could defeat all opponents easily.

And Maximus also noticed Alistair, the one he thought was a protagonist.

"Weird..." Maximus unconsciously murmured.

He could understand fast training, but how could Alistair climb all the way to rank 4?

Was he a reincarnation or something?

For a long time, he had noticed that there was something peculiar about this place.

First, why was he transmigrated exactly at this place? Based on the system recording, there was something that attracted it here.

As for what it was, he didn't know.

Second, the cult. After a long time, he had only seen the Shadow God Cult in the cursed continent.

Even after he traveled to the arcane continent, he learned that this place had become almost a forbidden land for believers.

So why was there still a cult running rampant here?

It was as if they were searching for something, but unfortunately, no one could answer his question right now.

He could only shake his jumbled thoughts.

Just as he was about to quit the battle ranking panel, he saw that Silver Atom was in an ongoing match.

....

Earlier, Silver Atom was intrigued by the Battle Colosseum, but after fighting for a while, he grew bored.

However, just as he was about to quit, he saw a reward that made his mouth water.

[Dragonfire Oakheart (Tier 5) - a legendary wine that combines the essence of a dragon's heart and the sacred wood of an elemental oak tree.

Price: 7,000,000 BP]

Unfortunately, even though he fought from rank 0 from easy to nightmare difficulty, he didn't earn enough points.

From tier 4, he couldn't defeat the nightmare difficulty no matter what he did, so his only hope was for someone to challenge him to a match.

Just as he was thinking about who would be brave enough to challenge him, a notification came through.

[Alistair challenges you...

Accept/Decline?]

Silver Atom got suddenly excited. Finally, a savior he had been waiting for.

[Alister - Rank 4 - 337,760]

"A good baby who came to give me points," Silver Atom said and accepted the challenge, setting the bet at 300,000 BP.

...

Alistair was in his room, when he fought in the Battle Colosseum earlier.

There was a rush of memories about battles in his head, making him almost invisible.

As he fought in Battle of Ancient, his BP climbed all the way to rank 4.

Unfortunately, the rush of memory was gone, and he figured he needed more stimulation.

Seeing that there were only two people ahead of him, he first challenged Light Hans.

[Light Hans: I don't fight with commoners...]

Instead of getting accepted, he was mocked, which made his teeth itch.

Light Hans was born arrogant, with his eyes set on top of the sky.

Fighting with a commoner, even if it was a talent like him, went against his creed. He was an outright arrogant noble.

He only participated in the Battle Colosseum because he saw the prize is noble titles and land

He hopes to bring back the past glory of the Hans family with his own hands.

Since Light did not accept his challenge, Alistair set his sights on the top-ranked player.

After a while, he received a reply.

[Silver Atom accepted the challenge...

Bet 300,000 BP?

Accept/Decline]

Seeing the extravagant bet, he realized he had no other choice.

He needed this pressure to become stronger.

In recent days, Alistair felt that something was about to happen, and he needed to become stronger quickly. He trusted his instincts greatly.

After accepting, he set the limit to tier 1 mage or knight.

With the memories that he just integrated, he felt that within the same tier, he was invincible.

...

On the battlefield, filled with fire and blood, Alister and Silver appeared.

"Thank you, brat, for the BP," Silver said in gratitude.

"Hmmp, we'll see about that," Alistair retorted, launching a swift attack with his sword.

"Oh? Another sword user," Silver thought as he watched the little kid attacking him.

As the sword approached Silver, he dodged it using micro-movements.

To an experienced fighter, it would appear as if the sword miraculously passed through his body.

Alistair was not discouraged and fought even more vigorously.

On the other hand, Silver treated the battle as mere child's play.

Silver was grateful for the 300,000 BP, so he thought that he should teach a thing or two to this brat.

He continued to dodge effortlessly, without moving from his spot.

A surge of memories flooded Alistair's mind, showcasing various fighting styles and tactics he didn't even know were possible.

After a few minutes of Alistair slashing his opponent, Silver finally moved from his position.

"Oh? Not bad, kid," Silver praised.

Alistair's fighting style was improving at the speed of light, forcing Silver to get serious.

"But it's time to end this," Silver declared, raising his sword.

He felt it was enough and was already thinking of drinking Dragonfire Oakheart that he was about to redeem.

However, Alistair, sensing a great crisis, burst with greater power and unconsciously retreated.

Having had enough of being on the defensive, Silver chased after his opponent.

Alistair, at this moment, had already lost consciousness.

He fought with all his might, using his instincts as the memory of his previous life was being integrated.

With a clash of swords, Alistair was fighting Silver on equal ground without losing.

"Sword Instinct?" Silver was shocked that a brat was able to parry his sword.

Sword Instinct was a battle style of most maniac swordsmen who only had a sword in their hearts.

However, for him such a way is meaningless, wouldn't it be good to drink more?

What more sword do you want? 

You can't eat it, can you?

But, looking at Alistair, who fought like a beast with his instincts, he was still impressed.

"Unfortunately, that's not enough," Silver said, stepping up his movements.

Alistair received sword wounds all over his body, but despite the injuries, he continued fighting.

Fortunately, the mana in his body healed the sword cuts and keep him from fighting.

However, within a few more minutes, Alistair was finally out of mana.

But, During this time, he already digested a part of his previous memories and learned who he was in his previous life.

"I commend you for defeating me to this state," A mature voice and aura came from Alistair.

"Hmph, you're just a brat. What can you do?" Silver said mockingly, feeling a little annoyed that the fight had extended for a few more minutes.

The entire time he hadn't gotten serious and was only using basic sword styles as he hoped this ignorant brat would learn a thing or two.

"I still have to thank you. If not for you-" Alistair didn't finish his sentence as Silver Atom attacked him again.

"It looks like you're in a hurry to die," Alistair said seriously as he casually parried the sword.

"Alright, brat, you've had enough," Silver had reached his limit.

He was still in a hurry to drink his Dragonfire Oakheart.

These few minutes felt like torture to Silver Atom.

He couldn't stand even a minute without having a sip of wine and it's been a few minutes.

If it weren't for the 300,000 BP that he treated as a tuition fee, he would have ended the fight in just a few seconds.

He thought he should inform that brat maximus to add props like a drink or something.

Having enough, Silver Atom gathered all the mana in his body and slashed toward Alistair.

This slash was his famous move, Atomic Slash, disintegrating every atom of his opponent out of existence.

Alistair who just got his memories of his previous life, seeing the sword coming at him, was still complacent, thinking it was just a normal attack.

But as the sword approached, it split into 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64...

Endless sword mirages came towards him.

His body didn't have any mana so he could only watch as the endless swords erased his virtual body from existence.

"Be proud, mortal. You have defeated this weakened Sword God..." Alistair thought as he gradually disappeared.