king_frosh

My name is Kingsley Seth and I, along with all 7 billion+ people on Earth got transferred into a planet said to be 50,000x bigger than the Earth. Having no choice but to listen to a system whose only defining feature was it's absolute fair judgement.

 This is a story of how we try to overcome the dangers of this new world. Not just physically but also mentally... well, this is a story of how they survive.

 I live in a massive castle and it is served by beautiful maids and incredibly powerful guards. I hope they survive

Deus: We are all Lords

"Well done, Arc team 013... there are no more undead in the area, you are required to set up camp and wait for the gold team"


"Affirmative, Arc Team 013 out" the captain of the squad replied as communications was cut temporarily.


      Their duty was done and had now been switched to simply guarding the city, they had conquered as they waited for the gold team.


      The Gold team unlike their name sounded wasn't some sort of special unit, they were simply soldiers with better senses for magic aka High Elves.


      Unlike us, the Angels and the demons who use magic at its base form and out of pure instinct. High Elves are extremely sensitive to magic and thus have gone through all sorts of evolutionary changes that helped them master it.


Undead Capital