“No… I wasn’t trying to sniff your underwear…”

That’s weird sleep talk. I never thought Ubermensch had an Aunty Complex but there’s August secret masochism so it’s not that bad.

After a bout of drinking, Ubermensch only fault was that his alcohol tolerance was at a level where it’s not possible to have a pissing contest with him.

I’m a little tipsy myself but this much is nothing. I’m pretty sure I can have a few more swig before I mumble my secret fetish.

Huh, getting drunk in another world is an achievement right? I’m pretty sure I’m overachiever when it comes to doing things in another world. Of course, I meant from earth and there’s also Ubermensch, August and Kimiko but I bet none of them tried to do a pillow fortress in another world!

Well aside from that, I was seriously contemplating the state of mind that I had recently developed.

Here, I became someone that I never thought I would be.  I had become someone with a clear goal and ambition along with a drive to actually achieving them.

This was not me from back then.

I sighed, took a swig, and refilled my cup.

I can think of three reasons.

Firstly, I was free from the absolute fate the modern world had prepared for me.

It was not fate that would hold us back. Each and every one of us was born with equal opportunity and yet due to the accumulation of consequences of our predecessor, some of us had it better and other had it worse.

Even so, nothing was that simple. After birth, society and the methods of nurture and the environment of nature was in the whim of select few who held power behind them.

The most ridiculous notion was to believe that you stand a chance to be something.

I was born a common birth, leading a common life. Nothing was to be expected as I was part of the masses. Even if I do dare to dream more, I would only be able to get the crumbs from the table.

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Then I was summoned to this world. I was given a position of power just from being summoned but that was something at the back of my mind as I was still baffled by otherworldly experience at that time.

I believe the fire of ambition had sparked when we were attacked during the parade.

I involuntarily took command of the summoned and makeshift a plan to retaliate and save the hostages. After official and unofficial compliments for my steady commanding, the fire kindled even more.

Then there was that battle of Western Reach just two months ago. Being given command to hundreds of captain and the respect of the summoned, at first I was floored with the sudden great responsibility. There were many more native candidates and summoned like Kiefy, Rino and even Vassil to take charge but all of the summoned on my team unanimously picked me due to my display of rapid reactionary leadership during the parade.

I’m no student in the art of war or a four star general incarnate but just a fresh out graduate but it was clear that I had talent to command men… no, a talent to manipulate the situations.

It’s a leadership that has little need of charisma and more from intellectual observation.

As I held the rein of command over the time until the battle, I felt a power from commanding thousands of lives, tangible in a sense of fulfilment knowing their lives were firmly in my control.

Winning that battle further cemented my status of a commander, paving me the road to a glorious career as a general of Athryshiayl. All these further fuelling the fire of ambition as inside of me right now, that ambition is a raging bonfire.

The second reason was because my lack of identity. Losing half of your life memories meant that you were half the human you used to be.

With no adolescent or early teenage memories subconsciously influencing my decision making, everything I been doing here was logically dissect by the causes and reviewing the results and consequences, always picking the best courses.

Although sometimes the emotion do convoluted my conscience, I would deliberately allow those emotions to run free only on light-hearted and frivolous situations. Bottling them indefinitely is just waiting for a disaster in the making.

Because of this, the whole experience I had in this world was filling that gap and so I am more firm and clear of what I want.

Thirdly, it was because of the other 24 Summoned especially Vefal and yes, Rino. some of us were so different in almost every aspect except our commonality in being summoned but that commonality was enough reason for me to take up this ambition of being able to be one of those who controlled the fate of Athryshiayl.

None of the other summoned had sufficient understanding of the unforeseeable shadows that is circling us; ready to pounce once the light that was blessing on us had faded away.

All the suspicious series of events had confirmed me that.

And so with these circumstances, this amnesiac-struck of a drunkard, currently listening to the peak of humanity mumbling the perfection his aunt perfect pair of blue eyes now affirmed the reasons why he changed.

Power is ambition and the new me crave for them because I want and I need them.