Ch2

Turn back time 8 years ago, 5 year after his birth

Crown Prince Rall Gregory was playing with a giant red egg, at the size of a basketball. The egg was rubbery which makes it bounce when dropped. This was his past time since he reincarnated.

"Your highness" a blond hair man, with blue crystal eyes is running up to me.

His name is Sebas, a 24 years old knight, tasked to protect me from harm, well my personal bodyguard.

"Your highness, please let's return to your chambers" seeing his almost teary eye, pleading for me to return.

Seeing his behaviour I begun to boil up.

"Sebas, as my attendant you shouldn't behave like a sissy, a knight must be always calm and strong, your behavior disgusted me, leave!"

Shouting like a mad lion Prince Rall begun to stump his foot heavily across the ground. Many maids and guards came to see what's happening but seeing the crying face of Sebas and the anger of the Prince they quickly scatter away.

"Your highness please go back the job is done" Sebas quickly changed his attitude, kneeling his right knee and bowing to the Prince.

"100 of them has been gathered? Very well let's go!" The Prince strove quickly to his courtyard.

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A few minutes later, in a luxurious compound the Prince are inspecting a hundred of Orphans that age ranges between 10-15.

Many of this kids kneels before his presence. Some of them tries to lift their head to his what's going on.

The Prince stop, and walked at the front, turning back and gazing the hundred kids below his gaze. He draws in a large amount of breath.

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"ATTENTION"

"STAND IN LINE"

The Prince loud shout made the kids tremble and anxious. They quickly stand up, shaking their whole body still.

Looking at the hundred kids, the Prince divided them into 10 groups. He told Sebas to get 10 instructors to train them to the art of war. But before that he must make them loyal only to him.

"All of you, I know you've been through; however, I don't care" Seeing some of the eyes of the kids shows some anger and hopelessness he continued his speech.

"Do you want revenge? Do you want power? Or do you want to be free? Tell me!" Rall activated his Propaganda Speech Skill. A skill created by him, only being level 5 of heroic class it's still a cheat skill.

The kids felt their blood boiling, shouting all their might. Chanting yes over and over again.

Looking at the kids, he draw his sword and slash the entire roof off to nothingness. And he suddenly stab the sword unto the ground, making the surrounding tremor. Then he look at the hundred and. .....

"I can give all that, I will give you power, I will give you revenge and I will give you freedom!" The hundred kids stared at the prince, their boiling blood became a symbol to step forward. Their minds tells them that he is their saviour. They all shout with all their might then kneels in from of the Prince crying.

“Your Highness!” x100

“Long Live” x100

The Prince quickly raised his right fist up to the sky. "Follow me, become my greatest shield and my sharpest sword in the name of Gregory, I promise under the God of War that as long as you are loyal to me, you will be my Comrade in arms.

Brainwashing is completed.

Leaving the compound, Rall begins to ponder if he should strike first or lay low until the time is right. Striking first he may be able to destroy the Demonkind; however, the Goddess may suspect something is amiss. Understanding the difference of time between the mortal world and the God realm, the goddess might figure out that I'm not from this world. But laying low for a while will make the demons grow stronger and the northern cities might be destroyed.

Thinking hard, Rall decided to lay low, even he is the strongest in the mortal world but without the power of fate of these peasant, he cannot become a God.

"I need fate, I want to be a God, the God Emperor of Mankind" murmuring he left and look at the skies.

"And also you will be mine" his hand stretches at the skies and closing it, as if his grabbing the heavens itself.

Then he looked back again at the compound and smiled.

“Survivors from the corrupt nobles and merchants who vile for power, using their authority to oppress the weak, these kids will be a fine assassins for my use”

Hehehe, Rall’s face warped as he thought of the future to come.

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357 Norman Calendar the 121 youths, who will later be called the Shadow of the Emperor started their training.