Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 368 Weakness is Strength
Three days later, the wolf-headed swordsman Gekala finally crawled out of the ground.

It wasn't that he didn't want to climb out sooner; the main problem was that the serpent's tail had compacted the ground so much that he was practically embedded in a wall rather than trapped in the mud. With his entire body fixed in place and unable to exert any force, the fact that he was still able to climb out was already a testament to his martial arts prowess.

However, only he himself came out; the sword was not in his hand.

The giant snake had already taken his sword, and now he was without a weapon.

However, Gekala had no time to think about these things right now. He was still thinking about the previous battle, that inexplicable battle that left him completely baffled. The whole process was so illogical.

If he were weak, the giant serpent wouldn't have taken him so seriously. But if he were strong, why couldn't he even withstand a single blow?

Where exactly did things go wrong? He should have been able to defeat that giant snake, shouldn't he?

"The fact that you think that way is the biggest problem in itself."

It was at this moment that that unfamiliar consciousness entered Gekala's mind.

"The fact that you even have this idea is the biggest problem... The biggest reason I chose you is because you are weak enough. Why do you have to think about how strong you are?"

"This... I shouldn't think like this?"

Gekkar was increasingly confused.

Is there anything wrong with this idea? He really couldn't think of anything wrong with his idea. After all, no warrior doesn't want to become stronger. Only by being strong enough can one gain enough power to kill those even stronger enemies.

Is it wrong to be strong?
"To be strong is to be wrong."

An unfamiliar consciousness entered Gekala's mind.

Immediately afterwards, a new wave of information flooded into Gekkar's consciousness.

It was a scene from long ago: a seemingly frail death row inmate was walking unsteadily through the woods. Judging from his unsteady gait, he looked like he was about to die on the spot.

Such death row inmates are naturally weak.

But in the condemned prisoner's eyes, it seemed as if fire was burning.

That was an unprecedented will to survive, a steadfast belief as fierce as a flame. In order to live, and to avenge those who had harmed him to this extent, this death row inmate did not want to die no matter what.

"He is weak... but he is also very strong."

At that moment, a strange feeling rose in Gekala's heart.

Despite the fact that this death row inmate was so frail that even a dog could kill him, Gekala surprisingly felt that this inmate was capable of anything.

Being able to do anything is a sign of strength.

The fact that these two completely different, even diametrically opposed, feelings could appear in the same person puzzled Gekkar.

But at that moment, the scene continued to unfold.

The death row inmate walking through the forest eventually collapsed from hunger and cold. This proved that willpower is ultimately just willpower; it cannot fill an empty stomach, much less keep you warm. The human body has its limits, and once those limits are exceeded, death is inevitable.

But at that very moment, the death row inmate touched a precious crown.

Perhaps it was fate that the death row inmate was spared, for the crown turned out to be a relic left behind by a necromancer. With the infusion of cold energy into his body, the death row inmate gained some of the necromancer's abilities—this not only saved him from freezing to death, but also gave him the possibility of taking revenge on his enemies.

Thus, the death row inmate launched a vicious revenge against those who had harmed him in the past.

They were a race with long ears, known as the High Elves. The condemned prisoners were imprisoned by them, and now, having gained power, the former condemned prisoners quickly turned to war to sustain themselves, raising an army of the undead.

Because the undead army is fearless, the high elves who died under their blades are resurrected and become part of this undead army. The former death row inmate, now the Demon King, is practically invincible. At this moment, he is incredibly powerful.

It could even be described as outrageously strong.

"I knew this would be the result."

Upon seeing this, Gekala couldn't help but nod.

Yes, that's it. From that scene just now, he already knew that this death row inmate was definitely capable of great things—after all, even when he had nothing and was starving and freezing, he seemed capable of anything.

Now that he possesses power, what can stop this death row inmate's will? What can withstand this earth-shattering power?

"You mean... I should actually learn necromancy?"

Wolf-headed swordsman Gekala pondered for a moment, trying to guess the purpose of the unfamiliar consciousness in making him see this passage.

"But I'm a warrior, and when it comes to magic, I'm really a bit..."

The unfamiliar consciousness offered no response, but instead presented another scene.

That was a scene after the death row inmate became stronger, or rather, he should be called the Demon King now. The Demon King, who led a large army, conquered east and west, and countless high elves fell under the blades of the undead army.

The once brilliant High Elves have even lost the ability to organize a proper army, and can only try to resist the undead army's extermination by relying on scattered and disorganized troops.

Without a doubt, this was the Demon King at his strongest.

Even the Demon King himself thought so.

He had indeed become the strongest. His former enemies could only tremble under the iron hooves of the undead army. As for himself, he had ascended the throne that only the high elf royal family could once sit on. He had become a true king and had obtained everything he wanted.

That earth-shattering power was now in his hands; he had become the undisputed strongest.

So when that ragtag group of soldiers barged into his palace, he didn't even think there was anything he needed to care about.

At most, we need to pay attention to security, since it did disturb his sleep. As for safety issues... those are not problems at all.

They were just a bunch of ragged, scattered soldiers. They were no match for him, who possessed immense power. He was already this strong, so how could such a small group of people possibly hurt him?
"Then let me send you to your deaths."

As he said this, the Demon King drew his longsword.

After a fierce battle, the one who fell to the ground was none other than the Demon King.

On the contrary, those seemingly weak and scattered soldiers had the last laugh.

"hiss……"

Wolf-headed swordsman Gekala was speechless.

It was because he saw the same temperament in those scattered soldiers as he had seen in the death row inmate.

It's a kind of charisma that makes you feel like you can do anything.

"Strong... is weak."

The wolf-headed swordsman, Gekala, vaguely sensed something.

"Weakness...is actually strength?"

(End of this chapter)