“If it helps, here’s a map of Ainsveld,” Noa exclaimed, taking a scroll out of her bag.

She was on Rudra with Tyr, Malon having moved to Hanzo’s jetski.

“A map? Why haven’t we thought of buying one of these before? Tsk…” Tyr complained, taking a good look at the piece of paper.

He noticed 5 larger empires in the region, with a few smaller isolated lands here and there as well.

To the south was Rock Saelfine. Its tip, however, extended close to the center of the continent.

Right above it was a smaller kingdom in the center, the second larger country on the map that went by the name Ovalantis Province.

To the left of Ovalantis Province was a large kingdom named Zasea.

To the right of the central nation of Ovalantis was the Douden Federation, the land of the dwarfs and other humanoid beasts.

Finally, above the central region was a kingdom named

To the bottom left of Rock Saelfine Empire was Mycopolis, the third larger kingdom.

Finally, at the very top of the map was Edenharl Garden.

Apart from these five large nations, there were dozens of smaller kingdoms, dynasties, and countries littered plentifully.

This included the Seris Dynasty, which was below Rock Saelfine and connected to the southern sea named: Major Rastafore Ocean.

Slight above Seris, and slightly below and to the left of Rock Saelfine was the secluded nation of Mycopolis.

“I want to go somewhere where I can grow much stronger,” Tyr said, staring closely at the map.

“Stronger huh? That means you will have to cultivate…” Hanzo noted, lying calmly on his flying jetski-like vehicle.

Malon added his two cents: “We could have done something in Rock Saelfine, but unfortunately we declared war on the fucking place before we even got to a single store…”

Tyr and Noa chuckled slightly on hearing this.

“It’s your fault you bastard, don’t laugh.” Malon said with an irritated expression while shaking his head.

“I know I know…”

“Well anyways… thankfully, other than the big slave trade, Rock Saelfine isn’t known for its cultivation prowess.” Malon moved on quickly.

“Hmm… I wouldn’t exactly say that.” Hanzo said, causing Noa and Tyr to turn their heads toward him instead.

Compared to Malon and Hanzo, the two were much more clueless. Their backgrounds weren’t nearly as opportunistic to learn all this stuff.

“Rock Saelfine is a very strong nation. Their military rivals that of any other kingdom apart from one… however, I do agree that it isn’t the best when it comes to cultivation.” Hanzo paused as everyone waited for him to finish.

In the meantime, Tyr questioned: “Apart from one? Which kingdom is that? The strongest of all…”

“Im not surprised you don’t know, since you’re Tyr after all, but everyone understands this behemoth to own Ainsveld. They control everything when it comes to the distribution of cultivation supplies such as elixirs, pills, techniques, and what not,”

Tyr furrowed his brows, his excitement rising and turning into eagerness as he heard this, ‘Damn… quite the hype up.’ He mused.

“It’s known as the Empire of Ancestral Abilities… the illustrious Ovalantis Province.”

“Ovalantis huh? The central region… and the smallest of the big empires.” Tyr paused, “It’s in the middle no? I feel like it should have the worst possibility of being the strongest empire. Its location isn’t anywhere near ideal if war were to break out.”

“You aren’t wrong about that. Ovalantis is surrounded by mountains, but it still is in a disadvantaged location. Nonetheless, the other nations wouldn’t dare attack it even with their combined powers.” Hanzo replied nonchalantly.

Tyr was slightly surprised to hear this, “Seriously? Even the other four combined they couldn’t take that kingdom down?”

Hanzo paused before speaking, “Ovalantis’ Regal Magistrate… those 5 figures are probably some of the strongest Ancestral Ability users in the entire world, let alone the continent. With them on the battlefield, the war would probably end in a dead tie.”

“Damn…” Tyr couldn’t help but find himself smiling as he thought about this, “Wouldn’t that be amazing? To be so great that people thousands of miles away speak your name with such awe.”

As he said this, the others laughed slightly.

Hanzo replied, “Well, when you state it like that, yeah… it’s pretty crazy to think about.”

“I’ll get there, you know… I’ll be the strongest,” Tyr said, as though daydreaming but still completely serious.

Hanzo paused for a second, “W-what? Pahaha!”

Noa chuckled, “Wow… that’s quite the dream!”

“Strongest? You would have to be king of the world to be the strongest! What an absurd dream! Hahaha!” Malon laughed his ass off.

“King of the world you say? That doesn’t sound like a bad title.” Tyr exclaimed as the others continued to laugh.

‘I was given this second chance for a reason… these immense powers for a reason. Do I not deserve that throne? Hell, even if I don’t, I want it. I want to rule this world, and have power like no other…’

He reflected on just what he was saying, and if this was something he really wanted.

‘I have a feeling that others would want a basic and boring life… but I’ve always wanted something more than the boring and normal existence. I have no interest in being weak and unknown. I have interest in becoming the strongest under the sun… the most glorious in the eyes of men, and the most respected in the heart of mortals. With this power I hold, would it hurt to try?

If not that, then what would I aim for? I have no limitations… so why not aim straight up and hope for the best?’

“Thats it,” Tyr said out of nowhere, a determined look on his face, “I’ve decided for sure… Im going to be the king of the world!”

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“Ahaha!”

“Pahaha!”

“Hehehe!”

“Tsk! Laugh all you want, but im being dead serious!”

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And just like that, their journey to the central nation of Ovalantis began.

*Months later…*

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