Wearing a poker face while slowly chewing poppy seeds, a pale man in black clothes with two curls in hair was sitting on the throne. This was Amaal Mort Breaker. He looked younger than he did in the past because he had absorbed the lifespan of multiple people, including his own son.

A small flying snake flew into the king’s palace and entered Brad's head through his ear.

Brad’s expression quickly changed as the snake delivered information.

“Your Majesty,” Brad quickly stood. “A-Area B has been