Chapter 2
Motivation to the Fodder
"My Lord, Lok’thang, has captured the arrivals from the integrated world and they are on their way. They should be here within the hour," Motta said as he entered the Rok’thorian throne room.
"Good. Once they arrive, quickly prepare them to enter the Caverns of Ashrahdul."
“The caverns of Ashrahdul? Why would he want to send them there, that was no doubt a death trap. Was he just going to use the arrivals as food for the Ashrah?” Motta thought, shocked by the Lord’s words.
"As you command, my Lord. However, I doubt these F-grade humans, as they are so called, will be able to satisfy the Ashrah appetite. My Lord, if I may ask, do you not think it unwise to squander these potential assets of Rok’Thorian once the newly integrated world finishes its transition? Could we not attempt to recruit a few of the strong?" Motta responded but was quickly taken aback.
"I do not need your opinions, Motta, do you really think the Rok’thorian needs the help of some cattle? Do we really think we need to be saved by mere weaklings compared to the might of the Rok’thorian Kingdom!" Lord Rakthar said, emitting a dark aura doused in bloodlust, causing Motta’s hair to stand on end. Motta was even a high Silver-ranked Viscount to Lord Rakthar. He had a slender build compared to the rest of the Rok’thorian and was a little on the shorter side, standing just a few inches shorter than 7 feet but his physique emulated speed and sharpness, much like an Olympic sprinter. However, even with the power of a high Silver-rank, it meant nothing against a early Gold-rank. Rakthar had achieved the Gold rank just 5 years ago. Though there was nothing "early" about it, the gap between Gold and Silver was just too immense, and Motta knew this. Motta was about to speak when Rakthar leaned forward in his throne. "
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Rakthar was annoyed by Motta’s comment, and just sat there for a moment leaning forward, thinking over what he and Motta just said. He knew that having your planet, let alone your kingdom, be one of the receiving zones was indeed an incredible opportunity from the administration, but the threat lying deep within the Caverns of Ashradul was just too big to ignore.
"Just tell the arrivals that if anyone can defeat the Ashran, they will be welcomed into Rok’Thorian with titles and status. A little motivation for the fodder, right? That’s what I call a win-win situation, ay Motta? I'm not being so wasteful now, am I? Besides you and I both know there is no way some non-ranked humans can pose any threat to a Gold-rank force on the precipice of achieving Platinum, but you also know that if we don’t keep their appetite at bay, then we are all doomed anyways. Who knows maybe one of the weaklings will actually surprise us and we can take out two birds with one stone." the Lord cackled. Motta kept a stoic look with the lord’s words, even though he completely disagreed with what the lord was proposing.
“What a waste.” Motta thought to himself.
"Your wisdom surpasses our own, my Lord. I will do as you command. I shall have the arrivals enter into the caverns before day's end." And with that, Motta left the throne room to initiate preparations. Before he could leave the Lord chimed in once more.
"One last thing, Motta. If any of them attempt to leave the caverns without defeating the Ashra or refuse to enter at all, kill them. If not, well, let's just say you won't like what happens to you if you don't"