After two hours of waiting for the base to update, the operations room big curved monitor screen was removed, and a large rectangle black table was placed in the middle of the room.

"Nostromo turn on the holographic screen viewing and holotable."

Around the room, large holographic screens were produced that showed all different points of views of each army sent to the surrounding towns. On the pitch black table in the middle, Sam was able to have a small map of the surface area his troops covered. He was able to see other things like numbers of troops, losses, and number of resources recovered, plus more. At the moment, he only checked what the progress the invasion was at. As soon as he saw that the towns and villages he sent troops to were weaker than Bryxton, he focused on other things.

"Nostromo, update me on the facilities with the new upgrade."

"Mech assembly line can produce Mark 2 mechs, lab and research facility can produce Mark 2 products and services. New Builder bot facility able to work on two construction projects." Nostromo reported.

Hearing the name of the additional facility, Sam was happy. Coming into a medieval world, everything is pretty much just made up of wood and stone. Coming from an advanced earth that reached a type 1 civilization, he needed modern conveniences. With this new facility, he can create better housing, defenses, roads, and infrastructure. His new soon to be empire in this world will be a first of its kind. He thought of which projects to start on, so many and only two can be picked now. Thinking that if he is going to start building, he will need resources.

"Nostromo, access the Builder bot facility and have them expand the already found iron mine. The second project is to start collecting nearby resources such as wood, oil, water, stone, etc, to start future construction projects."

After giving the orders, Nostromo said that it would take 3 days to complete both tasks. Happy, he ordered for the mech assembly to start producing more mark 1 and 2 mechs to send as reinforcements after occupying territories. Now for the fun part, he has been saving the best for last. Ever since he received the Lab and research facility he had to stockpile specific resources, such as metals, organisms, and plant life. He called in a research bot into the operations room. The research bot resembled a white mannequin, but was able to talk and have moving facial expressions. What made you know it wasn't human was that it had glowing white irises, and four long metal tentacles floating behind its back.

"I greet the Machine monarch" said the bot with a calm soothing voice.

"Do you have the necessary resources to start the genetic modification process?" Sam asked.

"All resources for the genetic modification Mark 1 is ready, as well as for the Mark 2 mod." Reported the bot.

This was excellent news for Sam, using this he can improve his strength and modify his body to improve in leaps and bounds. For this to be possible, he needed the corpses of class 1 to class 2 organisms or bronze rank beings. The higher the gene mod, the higher rank resources he needed.

"What about the MODOK Project, how is that coming along?" He asked.

In simple terms of what the MODOK project is, it is basically a cannon fodder farm project. Using native organisms to create a mindless killing machine, that have been fused with chemical, and robotic modifications to enhance their bodies.

"We have captured several goblin groups, and have found them to be perfect candidates for the MODOK project. As long as we feed them, they will reproduce quite quickly. Poor things, they already have such a short lifespan, might as well let them serve you with their bodies." Said the bot with a creepy undertone at the end.

"Oookay then, start prepping the 1st and 2nd gene mod surgery. Once the cannon fodder soldiers are ready, send them with the reinforcements." Said while getting ready to leave back to Bryxton.

On his way out he requested Nostromo to give him the communicator wristband that came with the second upgrade. Which was a device that went around his right forearm, with it he can talk to Nostromo and his troops. Since he could send one way mental commands and not the otherway around, this would be a perfect device for it. Getting back to Bryxton was already easy with the pre made dirt road, once he arrived most of the debree from the battle has already been cleared up. Massive pyres of fire were burning the corpses of the fallen humans, he knew he couldn't take their corpses back to the lab as resources. Otherwise the masses would raise hell and a civil war would incur, can't have an empire without civilians. Since he was in the military in his past life, he understood the meaning of giving soldiers a proper burial. Not the viscounts body though, that was already sent back to the base. As soon as he got close to the lords manor in the center and hopped out the humvee, he was greeted by Christopher, who was escorted by several hanzos.

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"My lord, I was able to accomplish all the tasks you have asked of me, all thanks to your powerful troops of course." Christopher said trying to sound as obedient and loyal as possible.

"Excellent, honestly if you didn't accomplish this much you would be useless to me and I would have you executed on the spot." Sam said seriously.

An audible gulp could be heard from Christopher's throat as well as visible shaking. Seeing this Sam burst out in laughter.

"Haha! Take it easy kid, I'm just kidding." Said Sam

Christopher just gave Sam a weird look, especially when he called him a kid, when it was apparent that he was older than Sam. After the strange greetings, Sam asked Christopher to explain some of the infrastructure and logistics of the town. Since Bryxton was a frontier/border town, it's main income came from mines in the mountains. When asked if slaves were used in the mines, Christopher replied that they aren't due to the masses losing jobs, but were still used regardless for dangerous jobs. Slaves were used mostly to man the crops, brothels, general labor, or serve the nobility. Once they left the noble area with all the big gated manors and mansions, the surroundings turned to rickety old wooden buildings that were in terrible conditions. Sam knew that not only in this kingdom, but the surrounding nations had no human rights, work, school, or health care laws in effect. It was basically the strong rule over the weak situation and the commoners would scrape by, while the nobility would tax them whenever they needed money to fund wars, their lifestyles, or to pay their servants.

"Greedy rich people and politicians, they never change no matter what world they come from." Sam said under his breath with a hint of malice.

"What was that, my Lord?" Christopher asked.

"Nothing, let's just keep going."

After walking at a brisk pace for 30 minutes, they finally arrived at the town square. Streets were jam-packed almost all the way to the outer walls, adults had small children on their shoulders. A small wooden raised platform was made, and the mechs made a clear path and surrounded the platform keeping watch. Ever since the mechs arrived, the commoners were wary of them, since they have seen them easily take out the lords army while hiding, nobody wanted to be killed or worse. Walking up to the platform, all eyes were on Sam as he moved with the confidence of a king.

"Is he the new lord? We have to make sure to please him so we don't get killed."

"Why is he so young? Is he some big wig kid from another kingdom?"

"He's so charming. Maybe if I show him my body, I can become his concubine."

Small muttering conversations can be heard ranging from terrified, seductive, or insulting. Either way, Sam didn't care for any of the talks. He wasn't petty enough to kill someone for a few words. He brought his communicator wristband to his face and asked Nostromo to amplify his voice. Once it was ready, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"SILENCE!" Yelled Sam to quiet everyone down.

His booming voice made everyone quiet down, but also made them cover their ears and cower in fear.

"My Name is Samuel Vanmeister, 4th prince of the Vanmeister kingdom, a lot of you may not know who I am. Others would know me by my other name, the bastard prince of King Varne the third."

Audible gasps and surprise muttering began to be heard all over the town square. Giving the crowd a moment to process this bit of information, he continued.

"I understand many of you may wonder why I am attacking my fathers kingdom. Simple, I have come to pay those who have wronged me. Just the same thing many of you want in this life, to get some justice for the decades of mistreatment and unfairness done upon you and your families."

The large crowd of commoners have started listening to him attentively, as if he was finally speaking some truth.

"Many would judge me as a traitor against my country, but tell me this. If your so called country decided to betray you and send you to death, why is it that THEY aren't the traitors!?!. Why is it fair for them to judge wether we LIVE or DIE!?!. We have sacrificed our lives, and our families lives for this country, but what have they done to repay us!? NOTHING!."

At this moment, the majority of the commoners started feeling themselves moved. Shouts of cheering and people agreeing could be heard all around.

"My family's farm was taken from them all because they had one bad crop year!"

"My wife was taken by a noble all because he found her attractive!"

"My sons were taken and killed because they dirtied a nobles dress."

Constant complaints of grievances could be heard from the public. Taking advantage of the crowds emotions, Sam kept ramping it up.

"That's why I understand your grievances, my own mother, a simple royal maid, bless her soul. Gave her life so I could escape the assasins sent by my own family! the royal family!. So who is the traitor in this story ME or THEM!?!?" Sam yelled.

""THEM!!"" Yelled back the crowd in unison.

"Who is it that keeps taking and taking until you are left with nothing but scraps to live off on. ME or THEM!?!?"

""THEM""

"Now that we understand who the bad guy is, I make this promise to YOU, MY PEOPLE, on not just my life but my mother's life. That I will take the throne, and make this a kingdom where YOU, THE PEOPLE. Can provide for not just yourselves, but for your families. NO MORE FAMINE, NO MORE HEAVY TAXES, NO MORE HUNGER, AND NO MORE INJUSTICE!!!"

""LONG LIVE HIS MAJESTY! LONG LIVE HIS MAJESTY!""

With an earthshaking sound of cheering, the crowd was roaring with excitement. No one, not even the king when he visited the town once, has ever given such a moving and impactful speech. It not only brought people crying till they choked on tears, but many even started outright worshipping and praying to him on the spot. All the mechs forming a barrier between Sam and the crowd were even pushed back, with people pushing and reaching their hands to touch him. Sam waved his hand, calling for people to settle down, and like a conductor to an orchestra, the crowd listened.

"All I ask is for your cooperation and open minds. The reign of nobility, tyrant kings, and queens will be no longer. I will bring peace and stability to every region, no matter how big or small. I will not only stop at this kingdom, I plan on bringing the entire continent of Ideth under one flag and empire. That one empire will be The Machina Empire!, and I will be the one true Emperor of this world!"

"ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR! ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR!""

Walking down from the platform he made his way the humvee heading to the manor mansion. As he passed by his new adoring citizens, he shook their hands and kissed babies foreheads. As he got into the humvee with the nervous Christopher, he finally sighed a little.

"I think one of those babies that I kissed on the forehead, was a little person," Sam said.

"Little person? Ooh you mean a dwarf. Yeah, I didn't really pay attention, but did you really mean all of what you just said your majesty?" Christpoher asked curiously.

"Every little detail, I'm a man of my word. Under my rule, their will only be one rule and it is to advance humanity and the other races to a new era. As long as they're cooperative, I've done my fair share of genocide already, but some people only understand with a gun to their forehead." Sam said looking out the window with nostalgia.

Christopher didn't know what to say back, what's a gun he thought?. The way his majesty talked though, reminded him of how his own father would be like. No one knew this, but his father actually cared for the commoners. It was a frowned upon thing to do in the noble social circles. So he never shared it with anyone except his family, but seeing Sam giving his speech, gave Christopher hope for a better future.