W1(44)

{“I will be your slave, I’ll die for you, no… I'LL LIVE FOR YOU! OWN MY ALL GREAT MAJESTY!” The male’s lovely voice booms across the place.

“Fuck, he’s choosing the second option?” a young boy with a template written ‘15’ on it said in shock.

The Competition for the companion of the great Berserker, the greatest and most unique of all kings ever had and the last ever Beastdom would ever have.

Blessed or rather cursed with immortality, loneliness was bound to come, but what was loneliness when a person had no feelings? It would be inexistent. Therefore, the Berserker was only an empty shell ruling and protecting his people, not out of love, loyalty, and desire but simply because he had to and wanted to.

Even at that, his excellent rule and protection for his people had touched their hearts and in return, they wanted to give him something, and what better for an eternal soul but a companion?

And this was how these competitions were held, there were two choices in being his companion, on