An army of undead scattered like a plague in every direction. A red haired general was oozing death from his every pore. Seth walked back to his comrades. They looked like lambs before the slaughter.

“Momo,” called the warrior in a casual manner. “Show me your stats screen.”

The squirrel shivered. “That’s private, Sir,” he mumbled while averting his eyes.

“Hm?” Seth smiled. “So is the inside of your skull, soldier. But, I will see one or the other. Take your pick.”

Two wind blades appeared on either side of Momo’s head. With each passing second they got closer.

‘Alastar?’ Momo sent a begging look towards the mage. Seth didn’t miss it and accelerated the blades.

“Here!” shouted the squirrel once he felt their sting. A small green screen appeared in front of his face.

“So, it’s a passive skill,” Seth grinned while reading. “What does the -2 mean?”

“I… I don’t know,” said Momo.

“Really?” Seth grabbed the squirrel and brought him inches away from his eyes. “No matter,” he shrugged after a moment. “Private Momo, I have a mission for you. But first…”

He tapped the ring on the squirrel's neck and pulled out a large chrystal ball. “Hello lizard,” he waved to the black dragon shown on the screen.

“You have some balls, little one,” said Bratley in his most intimidating voice.

“And, I’ll make sure to remove yours. But, before that, hit me with some facts. What’s your level? What’s the hero’s level, and what’s the Nightwalker’s level? You can give me a full report on their abilities later.”

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“Do I look like your secretary, pixie?” the dragon bellowed.

“Yes, and I’m a human. Also, give me sass one more time and I’m packing my bags and f**king right out of here. There’s a throne with my name on it and a big boobied queen for me to f**k. Now, how many ‘heroes’ do you have willing to free your giant ass?”

“Buahahaha.” While the dragon’s face was turning red with embarrassment, another person’s laughter was heard through the chrystal. “Looks like another monster has joined this world. We should grab a beer sometimes, human,” said a tiny rock person relaxing on the dragon’s shoulder. “I have manga to discuss.”

“…Sure,” said Seth while hiding his apprehension. ‘Looks like subjugating this planet will be harder than I thought.’ “Bratley. Talk.”

While cursing under his breath, the dragon started presenting the facts: “The Nightwalker is a measly level 600. His generals are around the 3 to 400 range. I, on the other hand, am level 999!” Bratley shot a mighty breath into the sky no doubt increasing the planet’s temperature by several degrees.

“And the Hero?” Seth hissed while wondering how this world hadn’t already imploded.

“999+.”

“What does the + mean?”

“That he’s God,” Bratley sighed. “It’s impossible to go above level 999, yet he somehow did it. He may be 1 level higher or 9,000. Either way, you’re…”

“Bye,” Seth closed the connection. He threw the ball to Chloe who absorbed it inside her bracelet. He then looked back at the squirrel inside his palm. Momo gulped. The -2 in his skill became -3.

“I have a mission for you, private.” Seth’s smile oozed sarcasm. “You are to infiltrate the Nightwalker’s forces and stand by his side.”

“But… he’ll kill me.”

“Not if you claim to be a spy. You’ll pretend to be a double agent for the Nightwalker while actually being a double agent for us.” ‘Though even if you try to screw us over, it won’t really matter.’

“But… the ring,” Momo scrambled for an excuse.

“It listens to my will,” said Seth with a smirk. He then took on a throwing stance and aimed for the enemy’s general direction. All of his mana focused inside his palm covering the squirrel in a gravity field so thick he could barely breathe.

“Good luck, private,” said the general while throwing him like a missile. Momo blasted through the skies until his panicked shouts were heard no more.

“As for you three,” said Seth towards the princess, the mage, and the skeleton. “We all have work to do.”

“We’re not going after the hero, are we?” asked Alastar.

“Of course not. We’re following the squirrel.”