My name is Jonah,

I have never had a last name, and why should I? I am a son of a whore, a bastard. In a world as cruel and unforgiving as this, they will never understand true pain and suffering. Everyone sits on a throne of clouds, oblivious to the throne of thorns. That is why I exist, to make them taste it. I want them to know what it feels like.

The Vacans are hunting me, and I have a bounty on my head. But after tonight's job, I will be a free man. The Black Rodus will provide me cover. My orders are simple: to eliminate every miner using TNT, ensuring no one is left alive. Additionally, I will ensure that their faces cannot be recognized by their families. Tonight, a new discovery will come to light, and while they might be the first to witness it, no one will remember their names, not even their own children. They will be forgotten amidst the chaos and destruction.

After that, I will meet with The Eagle, the least asshole within this cult or whatever this organization is. Where should I begin? The Diplomat, what a guy. He slaughters magical creatures to extract their brains and boastfully embeds them into his bow. The Eagle, a peculiar businessman who possesses an uncanny knowledge of the foundations of civilization. Even though, now that I think of it, his voice sounds oddly familiar. Then there's The Founder, with his rotten mind and manipulative tactics. Even I succumbed to his influence, believing that every act I committed held a purpose. Each time I killed or tortured, he would turn to me and say, "You are right, they have not witnessed the Thorns." But I do not require validation from some ass figure donning an eye-adorned mask and clutching a book. Furthermore, I believe there was a fourth member, known as The Sword. It's possible he met his demise. Weird, that man was a legend—practically invincible.

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But who am I to judge? I am nothing but a monster. I have committed unspeakable acts: torture, murder, homicide, genocide, rape, and human trafficking. And I carry no remorse for my actions. Ultimately, in a matter of hours, I will be a free man. The Eagle has assured me that they will provide sanctuary within the Chimerian Ascendancy. According to him, the Vacans would never dare to search there due to their historical conflicts with the Chimerians.

This morning, I was recruited into the first mining parliament. Joining was surprisingly effortless, indicating their desperate need for miners. It seems they are on the verge of a significant breakthrough. Once this substance is unleashed upon the public, even I cannot fathom the potential actions of the human mind. Everyone is rotten to the very core, much like myself. I simply choose to display it with pride.

I entered the caves and began strategically placing the TNT, ensuring every nook and cranny was filled. Suddenly, an inspector approached me and inquired about my activities. I confidently replied, "I have received direct orders from higher authorities." To my amusement, he responded, "Ensure they do not detonate while we are still inside." Suppressing my laughter, I solemnly replied, "Yes, sir." As he departed, he shouted, "Hail to the Emperors."

I completed my masterpiece. Every corner was filled, and I meticulously connected the TNT with a wire leading to a detonator outside. It was primed and ready. A surge of laughter escaped from within me uncontrollably. It wasn't just the laughter; it was the liberation I felt, a freedom that had eluded me all my life. I began the countdown. "One," I firmly grasped the switch. "Two," I poised myself, ready to activate it. "THREE."