"Sai, I'm only giving you a verbal warning this time….just don't do it again okay?.....".A Supervisor with an annoying face said with a condescending tone
" Identify..".{ Tough Nut }[Description: a nut that possesses a hard shell akin to an iron ball. Delicious (if you can break them, which probably not). Consuming one will grant 0.1 permanent points to Physical attributes. ]
"I never thought biology would be this easy…thanks to the 8.9 intellect point, I might even be a genius now…". The number of books I've finished in the past 2 days already passed 100 books, and I remember everything in all those books. As for my physical strength, let's just say I already surpassed a normal human capacity, I can fall a 20-meter tall tree with my bare fist, and ran 100 meters in under 5 seconds, that fact alone explains how a freak I've become. My world travel abilities were also leveled up to level 3 which enable me to enlarge the radius of the affected area by 24 Meters wide, thanks to that I was able to bring my 2018 F Transit van filled with wares with me. Thankfully the forest I'm in wasn't that dense, so I managed to drive through the forest slowly, also the beast and monsters always try to stay clear from my path, probably because of the loud exhaust sound I presume. [Sir, The closes town from here are the Town of Merrina and the Town of Mekk.
One Snakes Keep, Basement.2 bandits dragging a beaten-up man coming down from the stair, the man was Baron Larson who is one of Duke Merrica's retainers that followed Duke Merrica on this failed campaign to defeat the vicious bandit groups a few weeks ago. Duke Merrica and his men were beaten up to the pulp every day since they were captured, and today was no exception but amongst the past times, Baron Larson has become the bandit's punching bag the most. The bandit wardens carry Baron Larson to the cell and throw him inside like a sack of wheat, the sound of his harsh land woke up the knights who sleeping inside.< THUDD!! >"Ughhhh...". (Baron Larson)"Larson!!...you animal!!...<BBAAMM!!>…aarrgghhh!!". (Duke Merrica)"Heh!....brainless nobles…how about you run that pie hole of yours some more…..come on~". (Bandit Warden) One of the bandit wardens kicks Duke Merrica on the stomach, causing the alr
---Elijah An Quers & Co. POV---I already forgot how long I've become a slave, ever since my small old kingdom was defeated in the heat of wars, my own kin, my own race, my own family has thrown me under the wheel. This foolish self even willingly offers to be the sacrifice, just to save those who I once called beloved, at first I thought what I did was noble, selfless, and I as a Queen and a High Elven were supposed to do, but instead of honoring my selfless act, my own kind disowned me. Words saying I was weak, tyrant, foolish, selfish, and a harlot spreads to the whole world and this hideous rumor was spread by my own beloved.I've become a slave, sold again and again, become toys for lust or torture for anyone who bought me. I've long cursed this long life of mine!, I despise this beauty of mine!, I cursed this world!, I cursed everything!!. Each day's I hope someone will end my life yet death never come to me, 2 months ago I was sold to ano
Since the bosses no longer a threat, I've thought of something to ease the slaves and ultimately increase their [Loyalty] towards me. Although, I already own the slaves but that doesn't mean I have their respect, I dislike forcing someone to work for me, to me even if they were slaves they deserve to be treated humanely. For that, all the slaves in this keep deserves some kind of a payback, a release from their humiliation and anger, they all need to gain their pride and sense of dignity as a living being. The 2 bandits downstairs shall be the object of their justification.Each dead body I passed, i throw them outside to the front courtyard. The sound of bodies slam against the ground reverberates through the whole keep, I can see the slaves at the front courtyard shook and cry to the scene, but no one shouts, in fact the look in their eyes says ( Serve you right! ). A few minutes later, I already back inside the room where Elijah An Quers room, all of them see
"I want all the names that involve in these conspiracies of yours…now!..". (Elijah)Elijah shouted at Baron Larson, who's currently tied to the chair with a knife stabbed on his left knee.
A new day has come once again, but this is the first time I slept indoors ever since arriving at Fantasma, though the bed was quite stiff and smells a little bit, overall it's quite better than sleeping in a Van. Today's plans were to address the Duke and maybe complete the main quest. After stretching my stiff body with a few simple exercises, I get out of my room (temporary). "!!!...why?...what?...". "Good Morning lord master,…I shall inform Sister Elijah, that you have awakened…". (Rafaela) "Uh…". What waits in front of my door was Rafaela, she was waiting for me. She just standing in the hallway, after saying a few words she left just like that. Then, Mina and Elijah appear, greeting me and escorting me, on our way to the kitchen, I can see all the slaves were no longer naked, all of them starts wearing clothes. But still, it wasn't good on them, it looks baggy and dirty, since they just took it from the bandits, still, it's better than going arou
Back at the frontlines, as soldiers readied themselves for the final march, they were moved by the reports circulating from command. The evidence of Alemia’s corruption and the suffering of its people only solidified their resolve. Around campfires and inside armored vehicles, soldiers shared their thoughts openly.One young soldier spoke with determination:“It’s not just about winning the war. We’re here to do something right—to fix what’s broken.”Another nodded, clenching her rifle tightly.“The President and the Vice President have never hidden anything from us. They’ve told us why we’re fighting, and that’s why I’d follow them anywhere.”Even the most hardened veterans were touched by the weight of their mission. One grizzled commander, looking out at the stars, muttered to himself,“We’re not just soldiers. We’re builders of a better future.”As the evening turned to night, a quiet anticipation spread across Aeternum and the liberated regions of Alemia. Farmers working their fi
“[To the citizens of Aeternum, know this: our soldiers, our leaders, and our government are united in our cause. We fight not for conquest, but for liberation. We fight to bring light to a land that has known darkness for far too long. And we fight because we believe in a better future for all.]”As she reached the conclusion of her address, Elijah’s voice softened slightly, carrying a note of hope.“[Let us move forward together—with courage, with resolve, and with the knowledge that we are on the side of justice. Aeternum stands as a beacon of hope, and together, we will bring peace to Alemia Nation. Thank you, and may we all stay safe in the hours ahead.]”The response to Elijah’s address was immediate and palpable. Across Aeternum, workers paused their tasks, families huddled around radios, and soldiers standing in the encampments felt a renewed sense of purpose.In one bustling Aeternum farm, a group of farmers stood together, their hands still muddy from the fields, listening in
“This is why I serve Aeternum,”he said.“Our government doesn’t hide anything from us. The President shows us the truth—the corruption, the suffering, everything. We’re not here for conquest. We’re here to fix what’s broken.”A sergeant nearby nodded.“And the Crown Prince? He deserves everything that’s coming to him. My wife is from Alemia, and she told me stories of what that man has done—taxing people into starvation while throwing lavish parties. It’s disgusting.”Another soldier, a former immigrant from Alemia, added,“It’s not just him. The entire royal family let this happen. But the fact that the President is willing to spare Queen Romella and preserve a part of Alemia’s heritage? That shows we’re not here to destroy—we’re here to rebuild.”Even the officers echoed similar sentiments. In the command tent, a group of captains discussed the decision over steaming mugs of coffee.“This is why we’re different,” one of them said.“Other nations would have razed Alemia to the groun
“What do you want to do, Your Excellency? Should we accept her surrender?”I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the decision before me.“We’ll accept it,”I said finally.“But under our terms. She will relinquish everything, including her dignity as a monarch. She’ll serve as an example of what happens when leaders fail their people. Let her live—but only just enough to remind everyone of the cost of her failures.”Elijah’s tone softened, a hint of respect in her voice.“Understood. I’ll finalize the arrangements and have her surrender publicly acknowledged at the right time. This war is finally nearing its end.”I sat back in my chair, my gaze drifting to the reports strewn across my desk. The Alemia Nation, a land plagued by incompetence and corruption, was finally crumbling. Its remnants would soon be swept away by the strength and unity of Aeternum. In the background, the low hum of Dragon One’s engines served as a steady reminder of the impending victory. The final steps were
“It’s over,”she announced, her voice echoing through the chamber.“The Alemia Royalty Faction has fallen—quietly, and without resistance.”The officers in the war room erupted into a flurry of activity, relaying the monumental news across Aeternum’s military network. But amidst the chaos, there was an undercurrent of somber resolve.“This is why Aeternum must lead,”one officer murmured to his colleague.“Their so-called queen waited until the very end to take responsibility—and only when her back was against the wall.”Another officer nodded.“At least she’s surrendering. But the damage is done. Her people have suffered for far too long. It’s time we clean up this mess.”Elijah listened to their hushed conversations; her expression unreadable. Though her demeanor was calm and composed, a storm of thoughts churned within her mind. She knew that this surrender, while significant, was only the beginning. The real work—rebuilding Alemia and bringing it under Aeternum’s banner—was yet to
In the heart of New City, the nerve center of Aeternum’s military operations—The Black House War Room—was abuzz with activity. Communication officers called out coordinates, screens lit up with battlefield updates, and every second was accounted for as the final stages of the Alemia campaign unfolded. Vice President Elijah, seated on the imposing Command Throne, presided over it all with her usual steely composure.But then, a phone rang—a call not routed through the usual secure military channels. The sudden interruption brought the entire room to a halt. All eyes turned to Elijah as she picked up the receiver.“This is Vice President Elijah,”she announced firmly.A familiar but timid voice greeted her.“Vice President Elijah… this is Queen Romella of Alemia.”The room fell into complete silence. Every officer present held their breath, straining to catch any hint of what was being said. The weight of the unexpected call hung heavily in the air.Elijah’s voice turned ice-cold, her t
Meanwhile, in the Aeternum camp, soldiers discussed the situation in hushed but animated tones. The transparency of the president’s leadership and the reports of the Alemia government’s incompetence had ignited a fiery determination among them.“Did you hear the latest report?”one soldier asked, leaning over his meal tray.“The queen herself admitted to being a puppet for the nobles. Can you believe that?”Another soldier scoffed.“It’s disgusting. They let their people starve and suffer while they live in luxury. No wonder Aeternum had to step in.”A younger recruit, still fresh to the army, spoke up hesitantly.“Do you think we’re really doing the right thing? Taking over an entire nation?”The veteran sitting next to him clapped him on the shoulder.“Kid, we’re not just taking over. We’re fixing what they broke. Look around you—this isn’t a war for power. It’s a war for justice.”The recruit nodded slowly, his doubts fading.“I just… I’ve never seen a leader like the president bef
“You know what I appreciate most about this war?”he asked, his voice thoughtful.“It’s the transparency. The president told us everything—why we’re here, what we’re fighting for. I’ve never served in an army like this before.”The others nodded in agreement.“That’s because there isn’t another army like this,”a veteran said proudly.“We’re not just fighting for a paycheck or some king’s ego. We’re fighting for something real—for justice, for the people who’ve been suffering under their rule.”The soldiers’ confidence was unshakable. They knew they were on the right side of history, and the enemy’s disarray only reinforced their belief in the righteousness of their cause. As the sun began to set, the Aeternum Army remained motionless, their lines unbroken, their discipline unwavering. On the horizon, the camps of Crown Prince Amariss and Queen Romella descended further into chaos, their once-proud armies teetering on the brink of collapse. Inside the Dragon One, I stood at the observ
On the Aeternum side, the mood couldn’t have been more different. The soldiers, aware of the psychological impact their stillness was having on the enemy, were brimming with confidence.“This is genius,”Private Luthar said, his voice filled with admiration.“The President doesn’t even need to lift a finger, and they’re already falling apart.”Sergeant Maia, a veteran soldier, nodded.“That’s why I serve him. He doesn’t just fight wars—he wins them before they even start.”Another soldier chuckled.“Can you imagine what they must be thinking right now? All those nobles and commanders, shaking in their boots, wondering when we’re going to strike. It’s beautiful.”The soldiers also appreciated the transparency I had shown by sharing the compiled evidence of Alemia’s crimes. For many, it reinforced their faith in Aeternum’s leadership and the righteousness of their cause.“I’ve served in armies before,”Corporal Darius said,“But never in one where the leader actually tells you why you’r