Death to Power
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 58: Outer Zone
Step. Step. Step.
Kaden walked forward, then stopped.
In front of him was a vast green sea of trees—an endless stretch of forest with no end in sight.
He hadn’t really paid attention to it back then, but now that he was standing here, he realized just how massive this forest truly was.
“That princess must’ve teleported me near the entrance,” Kaden muttered under his breath. “Not out of mercy, though ... probably because she couldn’t push me deeper in.”
Because if she could have, he was sure she would have thrown him into the heart of hell itself.
He didn’t dwell on it. He gathered his thoughts and walked straight in.
“The poisonous area is in the middle zone, east side. I need to get through the outer zone first,” Kaden recalled, pacing his steps carefully.
But he wasn’t worried.
The outer zone rarely held anything beyond awakened-rank beasts—troublesome, but manageable. The real problem was what came after.
Inner zone. Core zone.
He had no intention of going that deep. At least not now. In the inner zone, even the weakest were master-rank beasts. And in the core?
“Grandmaster,” he whispered with a dry chuckle. “Yeah ... no thanks.”
But despite telling himself that, in some corner of his mind ... he wanted to go there. Just to die.
Not for glory. Not for challenge. Just to walk into a forbidden zone, get obliterated, come back stronger, and repeat.
And the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. It was the most efficient way to use his system.
‘But I need more death coins for that.’
And with that thought, he asked silently,
‘Is questing the only way to earn Death Coins?’
[It is, host.]
Kaden frowned, disappointed. He hoped there was another method—something quicker, something consistent.
‘Then how do I make sure I keep getting quests?’
[By creating situations where I can issue one.]
‘Meaning?’
[Court trouble. Invite death. Push your limits. Be loud. Be wild. Just don’t be boring.]
Kaden stared at the notification for a long moment ... then smirked.
“So basically, I need to lose my mind ... just like my family. But not completely. Mine will be more ... refined insanity.”
His grin widened.
Suddenly, Reditha flashed into his hand. The crimson weapon pulsed with eagerness—its hunger to fight bleeding through the bond they shared.
Kaden smiled and entered the forest.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get more than enough blood today. Let’s consider as a date between us.”
But Reditha responded with confusion.
Kaden laughed, “Ah, right. You’re basically a newborn.”
Then he stopped walking.
Up ahead—dozens of tall, green-skinned monsters with twisted faces and thick wooden clubs in their hands. Trolls.
“Pretty aggressive for a warmup,” Kaden muttered with mild interest.
The moment they saw him, they screamed like enraged animals and charged.
Kaden’s eyes narrowed, and as he walked toward them without urgency, blood surged from his body like a tidal wave. The air twisted as thirteen blood javelins formed, each one sharp, sleek, and perfectly aimed.
There were thirteen trolls. And thirteen javelins.