But, unlike Nick’s assumption, not everyone who lived in the capital lived happily.

  People in the capital also walked around with empty gazes and carted grains with their hands clutching their stomachs.

  Every grain was for a single person. In the middle of Palkantier, there was a large well. The well was called “the well where everything sleeps.” The well was large. It had a depth of one kilometer, after all.

  Even if a person looked inside it at noon, the bottom of the well couldn’t be seen, and even when a stone was thrown inside, nothing could be heard. It was a mysterious place. Going near the place itself was dangerous, but it was always surrounded by people because they had to cart the grains into the well.

  The grains, which could have helped a hundred million families survive through the winter, disappeared down the drain.

  The darkness ate up everything, but it still wasn’t filled, but a small light rose from the bottom.

  It was a golden liquid resembling gold but slightly different.

  One drop of liquid, which was too insignificant for the rice that had been sacrificed, soared up from the well and was sucked along a tunnel made of jewels. Its final destination was the chamber of the Golden King.

  Small drops of liquid accumulated in a huge gem glass, and the glass glowed when it was filled. Kapitle watched the scene with a satisfied smile. “Huhu, I wonder what will come out this time.”


  The golden liquid in the glass disappeared. Instead, a ring with a cold aura coiled around it appeared. It had to be a powerful treasure with some ancient strength. That was the secret of the power behind the Golden Wise King Kapitle. As a result of eating earth’s goods, the “Infinite Well” reproduced every legendary armament into reality.

  Every production made during his 100 years of ruling over half of the continent was gathered for him—for the lower class to have just enough not to die and for the overseers to have just enough to become attached to their position. Everything else was gathered for him. That was why “‘Golden” was in his title.

  Kapitle grabbed the ring. “Hm……” And threw it.

  The ring became stuck in the other abandoned artifacts heaped on the floor.

  “It’s a level B.” It had no use among his other artifacts.

  Kapitle, who had lost interest, didn’t look at the ring again.

  The ring, which was born out of what could have been a child’s life, was abandoned in the corner of a warehouse.

  And the battle between the two men became closer.

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