God of Conquest Shall Conquer the New World

The giant door opened slowly, a radiant light reflected upon the figure's golden armor lit up the dimmed filthy hall. It looked around with his scrutinizing crimson eyes and glared at the man who sat on the throne. "I've come to your doorstep, demon king Astaroth." A man sheathed on the golden armor said as he walked closer to the throne. Just by looking at him, one could discern that this man radiates an overwhelming presence enough to make anyone prostrate in his divine might. "Hoh, I didn't expect you to come this far." Astaroth said in an eerie voice, "Despite being alone, you were able to defeat all of my guardians. As expected from the God of Conquest himself." The God of Conquest snickered, "Fu fu fu... They were all weak to begin with. They don't even deserve to witness my almighty power because they didn't survive from just releasing my sliver of power. Now it seems like I'm mocking your guardians but here I am…" His eyes gleamed coldly, "I've come here to conquer you, demon lord." 'Ah, I see…" Astaroth yawned as he rose to his seat. "Okay, I'll take you on. It's time for me to take you on since you spared an effort of coming here" A black sword protrudes from empty space. Astaroth pulled the hilt. The moment he released it, coldness and overwhelming pressure filled the throne hall. The God of Conquest did the same. It was an opposite to the demon lord's radiance. Instead of black haze, it was golden light shining in brilliance. An ornate and intricately designed blade with a golden hilt protrudes out from space. The tip of the blade aimed at Astaroth. Both divine class weapons glared coldly at each other, contending for supremacy. "Here I go...Astaroth." "Do it." Upon hearing his go signal, God of Conquest snapped his finger. The blade bustled in the air at blinding speed. "...So...fast." Just before he could block the incoming sword, it already pierced a hole in his chest. It was so moving so fast for his eyes to see. Astaroth checked his health points and saw the bar, which was at full health, drained in an instant. He falls to his knee, his head looking at the God of Conquest walking forward towards him. As soon as he approached Astaroth, the God of Conquest looked down on him with disdain. "...Don't tell me...you're going to kill me easily like that?" Astaroth weakly said, his legs quivered from the weight of determination which was ordered to stand up. But it was no use, he only has 0.01 percent in his health bar. Moving recklessly in front of him would mean death to his dungeon. "So much for the demon lord title... well, that will suit you if I didn't exist. But too bad, he is standing in front of you. I'll be taking your treasured weapons." The God of Conquest lowered his body and extended his hand, snatching the Sword of Destruction held in Astaroth's hand. "No way...I've spent one year grinding for that weapon...Please just take anything but that…" "The weak have no right to make a demand. If you were stronger, then this weapon of yours wouldn't be taken this easily." "...What?" The sword raised in his right hand seems to extend without end, and pulsed with an overwhelming presence as it flickered with a jet black flame. "I'll kill you with the weapon you spent money and time on." The blade descended and finished the life of the demon king Astaroth. A screen flashed on his screen. [Dungeon Cleared] It was a message that indicates one's success in conquest. The God of Conquest smiled in satisfaction. [All assets belonging to the Demon King Astaroth will now be transferred to you] 'I'm getting hungry...I think I'll log-out before this.' Thomas sighed in resignation as he removed the pop-ups away from his screen and promptly searched for the log out icon. [100% complete, the items are now transferred to your treasury.] 'Okay…" Just before he could tap the log out icon, a message prompted. It was a big and odd announcement, enough to take up all the space on the screen. 'What is it this time? Thomas tapped the mail, and a contained message was laid out on the screen. [God of Conquest congratulations on defeating the person second to your power and ranking. Now we believe that you're the most suitable candidate to conquer the new world. Will you accept it?] Upon reading the message, Thomas tilted his head to the side quizzically. What does it mean by the new world? He already conquered the nine realms in the World Domination Online and the only threat to him, which is the Demon Lord Astaroth. Is this a new update in the game? Does it want him to become a beta tester in that new world map? This aroused his interest, and without hesitation, he tapped the "yes" icon. After that, the message disappeared, nothing happened instantly. More importantly, there is something he is missing. 'I'm hungry.' He opened the menu again and signed out. The image of the throne hall was turned into a bedroom. And in that instant, a loud noise blared, piercing the wall of his bedroom. Just as he could remove the visor to investigate, something slammed in the wall. "A..truck?!" He jerked his voice. He tried to get out from the VR Set but it was too late. He got rammed by the truck the moment he could move his muscles. A black world descended on the bedroom. Looking around, there's nothing for him to see. It was all pitch black. "Did I just die?" He muttered to himself. Well, the truck slammed and totaled his body so there's no way an average person can survive that. Realizing that, he descended into despair. Pitch black means hell, right? Am I going to hell? Those are the thoughts swirling in his mind. Suddenly, a faint light appeared in the vast black world. It gave him hope, giving him strength to stand up. He ambled towards the light, and with every moment, the black world began gradually fading. In an instant, the black world turned into an expanse of lush green fields. "What?" Thomas looked around, only to find himself under the shade of the big tree. In his field of view, there was a sloping area covered in green grass. The sun was still high, giving him a rough time. The wind blew through the grass, giving it an appearance of green water. A wave of grass flowed in his direction as he rested his back on the bark. The smell of moist soil, the fragrance drifting into his nostrils, the sound of the rustling leaves. It all felt genuine and vivid. There's no way that this could be a dream. Thomas scanned his body and saw his sparkling golden gloves that squinted his eyes from the refraction of light. His eyes widened with recognition. He looked down to peruse his appearance: golden gloves, golden sabaton, red mantle, golden breastplate, and golden greaves. There's no mistaking it. This was the appearance of his game avatar. But wait...didn't he just die earlier? How come he was in the game? He was certain that he signed out. Moments later, struck by the confusion of what was happening, a message prompted, floating in the air. He tapped the floating mail icon, and the message appeared. [This will be the last message. Conquer this world and live out your new life to the fullest! A map with a marked location is now in your hands. In that marked area is your city, go there. Once you're there, you're free to do whatever you want.] After reading the message, he felt a rough texture in his right hand. He looked at it. It was a rolled paper tied with lace. Removing the lace, he saw a map with a marked location northeast. Based on the design of the image, it was his city, Sanctum. He nodded in satisfaction as he folded the map and decided to carry on on a journey. But before doing so, Thomas opened the menu...It was not popping up. Without it, he couldn't log out. He sighed in resignation as he gave up on the idea. "Okay, time to go —." "ANYONE HELP ME!" Thomas heard a distress call from the forest. Turning his head to the right, he discerned the voice location; it was coming from there. "ANYONE PLEASE HELP ME! GOD PLEASE!" It sounded again. Thomas, without thinking, rushed into the scene via teleportation. His figure vanished in an instant and appeared in front of six men and one woman whose clothes they probably tore off, showing his ample bosom and slender frame. His sudden appearance surprised the six men wearing full-plate armor with a cross insignia on their breastplate. "Who are you?" "Don't interfere, we are just conducting a ritual." "She needs to be sacrificed. Get out of here if you don't want to get killed." "Your golden armor is not going to scare anyone." Despite their mouthful of blabbering, Thomas ignored them and only focused on the woman. "I heard you called for help. I just need confirmation so I ask thee. Do you want to be rescued?"