"What kind of desire?" Ethan couldn’t help but ask.
Even though Thandor’s words were a bit vague, Ethan could still grasp the feeling behind them.
It’s lonely at the top. When everything starts going too smoothly—when you lose your sense of purpose and hope—no matter how successful you are, that emptiness creeps in. You start feeling lost. Directionless.
And if that kind of state drags on for too long, even the strongest minds will eventually crack.
Because when you don’t even know what you’re supposed to be doing anymore...
What’s the point of living like that?
"Immortality."
At that mont, Thandor’s eyes flickered intensely before he finally spoke, his voice heavy with aning.
"Im... immortality?!" The mont the word left Thandor’s mouth, Ethan, Seraphina, and Cicero all stiffened, their expressions shifting dramatically. In the world of Glory Lords X, immortality was sothing only the Undead had a claim to.
Even the Overlord-class powerhouses from the major factions still had to face death eventually.
"Wait... don’t tell ..." Ethan and Cicero exchanged a look, as if they were both arriving at the sa terrifying conclusion.
Thandor nodded slowly, letting out a long sigh. "Yeah. Immortality. My master... he beca obsessed with it. He started diving deeper and deeper into research and experintation."
"After several evolutions, he’d already beco a Crimson Ultimate hero with high-elf blood. His lifespan was insanely long—almost on par with dragons. But even that wasn’t enough. He couldn’t resist the temptation. And step by step... he fell into the abyss."
"He defected to the Necropolis faction?" Ethan asked in a low voice.
Thandor nodded again, his expression dark. "Yeah... he did. Thing is, he’d already tested several tis before that. Tried to pull in. But I refused. To , he was like family—my most important person. But even so... I couldn’t bring myself to fall like that. I couldn’t beco one of the Undead."
"Then, over a hundred thousand years ago, the great faction war broke out. The Undead Scourge swept across the land."
"In one of the key battles... my master, along with a few of my old friends, betrayed . They turned into Undead and joined the Necropolis faction. And ? The people of the Forest faction saw as a traitor too. My position beca... complicated." Thandor gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"But maybe... maybe it wasn’t just about immortality. There had to be other reasons too. After all, the Necropolis faction’s 14-Tier Mythic Units—whether regular troops or Hero Units—are considered the weakest of all."
So say the Necropolis faction is the weakest of them all.
From Tier 1 to Tier 14, their regular units...
And even their Hero Units—whether they’re White (Common), Blue (Rare), Purple (Epic), Orange (Legendary), or Crimson (Ultimate)—are all considered the sha of their tier.
The weakest among their peers.
And not just a little weak—embarrassingly weak.
Take their signature 14-Tier Mythic Unit, the Ghost Dragon, for example. Sounds badass, right? But in reality? That thing’s so weak, even 13-Tier units like the Devil, Red Dragon, or Angel can go toe-to-toe with it.
Yeah, you heard that right.
Not the Inferno Arch Devil, not the Black Dragon, not the Archangel—just the regular 13-Tier Legendary Units: Devil, Red Dragon, and Angel. And they can fight the Ghost Dragon to a standstill.
That’s how bad it is.
A 14-Tier Mythic Unit that can barely hold its own against 13-Tier Legendaries?
That’s not just weak—it’s pathetic.
If you actually dared to send a Ghost Dragon up against an Archangel, Black Dragon, or Inferno Arch Devil—other 14-Tier Mythic Units—it’s not like it’s impossible... but you’d better be ready to throw in at least ten tis the numbers just to have a chance at surviving the fight.
Yeah, you heard that right. In a straight-up battle, you’d need a 10-to-1 advantage just for the Ghost Dragon to barely hold its own against those other Mythic Units. And even then? Odds are, it’s still going to lose.
Anything less than that ratio?
Forget it. You’re just sending your troops to get slaughtered.
And yet—despite all that—there are still plenty of people who believe the Necropolis faction is the strongest.
Why?
Simple.
Everyone in the Necropolis faction is undead. They’re already dead. And for them, death is immortality. That alone, over countless years, has allowed the Necropolis to build up a terrifying foundation of power that shakes the entire world.
But that’s not the only reason people think they’re the strongest.
See, the fact that their units—whether regular troops or Hero Units—are so weak at the sa Tier? That’s actually their biggest advantage.
Because it makes them evolve faster.
Whether it’s low-Tier units, mid-Tier, high-Tier, or even Mythic Units—hell, even Hero Units that start as 14-Tier Mythic Units—they all evolve more easily than their counterparts in other factions.
And that is what makes them truly terrifying.
Because in the world of Glory Lords X, everyone knows—Tier is everything. It doesn’t matter how weak you are within your Tier. If you can evolve into a Hero Unit born from a 14-Tier Mythic Unit, then you’re the real deal.
You’re an Overlord.
And isn’t that enough?
Of course it is.
In fact, that’s exactly how it works.
No one really knows how many Overlord-level heroes the Necropolis faction actually has.
It’s a mystery. A bottomless pit.
But most people who’ve tried to guess all co to the sa conclusion:
That the number of Overlord-class heroes in the Necropolis faction might actually exceed the combined total of all the other factions’ Overlords.
If that’s not the strongest faction...
Then who the hell could claim to be?
Hearing all this, Ethan and the others fell silent.
Immortality?
Evolution?
Those words hit different now. Honestly, the first one—immortality—didn’t stir much in him yet.
But the second one?
That one hit ho.
Because if he really had the chance to evolve into a Hero Unit born from a 14-Tier Mythic Unit... even if the price was steep—really steep—would he be able to say no?
He wasn’t sure.
Not anymore.
Especially now that he was already brushing up against that threshold. He could feel it—he was close. And the closer he got, the harder it beca to resist the pull of that temptation.
After all, even Cicero had already beco this powerful.
So what if he evolved into a Hero Unit born from a 14-Tier Mythic Unit?
How strong would he beco?
It was almost too much to imagine.
But the more he thought about it, the more he understood—
Just how dangerous... how terrifying this abyss of desire really was.
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