A Core Ship From The Start
/ A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 1052
Chapter 1052: Chapter 724: The Hero's Past_2 Chapter 1052: Chapter 724: The Hero's Past_2 Hearing this, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but want to laugh. So, you see, when ordinary people get sucked into politics like this, it invariably ends with them being used. To Lord Nasher, that young man is just a convenient pawn. Giving him the fortress was no big deal–after all, it was just a wreck reclaimed from the Rebel Army, and the young man would have to spend his own money to rebuild it without Neverwinter City having to chip in a dime. And when the Shadow Army comes marching in, it will be this fortress, not Neverwinter City, that bears the brunt of the attack…
That's why most heroes, after accomplishing earth-shattering feats, pat their butts and scamper off without looking back, and there's a good reason for it. No matter how much the local people respect you, such respect can't be eaten. And who will always rule a land? The local Lord. What the heck is a hero in comparison?
So what if you saved the world?
The logic here is simple, just look at the lords of the Northern Land's cities–Nasher of Neverwinter City, Kelben Black Wand of Deepwater City, and Elascoe of Silver Moon City. They were all famous adventurers, and at the same time, they were absolute leaders within their cities.
In other words, if they were not the ones calling the shots in these cities, they most definitely would not stay there.
Take scoundrels like 12345, who also hide away in their Mage Towers deep in the mountains, hardly ever leaving their lairs.
Therefore, many heroes, after achieving their fame, either create their own forces, their own cities, or their own organizations, all for the same reason. Nobody wants their destiny to be manipulated by others, and clearly, this young man belongs to the type with rather little political wisdom, nodding and running along as soon as someone speaks to him.
If it were Duanmu Huai, he wouldn't agree to it even if it were ten fortresses, let alone one.
Isn't it better to just be a firefighter instead of sticking to one place and managing it, only for others to use your citizens to give you trouble–do you nod in agreement or nod in agreement?
If it weren't for the fact that he knew Faelun would be the next frontline against the invasion of the Chaos Evil God, Duanmu Huai would have no interest in managing any territory here. That's also why relations between the Tribunal and other powers were quite frosty, and why strict immigration controls were implemented.
After all, the Tribunal itself was dedicated to opposing the Chaos Evil God. When needed for the struggle, they were prepared to carry out massacres or “cleanse” the land. If they got too close to these forces, having to deal with people coming to weep and complain later would be a hassle. Better to just show an attitude of 'I'm just that awesome,' and that saves a lot of trouble.
It's like in martial heroes novels, where people go to places like the Shaolin Temple or the Five Mountains Sword Sect to seek justice because who would dare to trouble those demon-worshipping sects?
That's asking for needless trouble.
Although there were quite a few criticisms regarding the Night Guard's policy of ruthlessly killing anyone who “resisted or acted hostile toward the Tribunal,” virtually everyone behaved themselves in front of the Night Guard, which just goes to show that the strategy of making an example out of one discourages the others does indeed work.
Okay, back on track.
As a “hero,” this young man indeed fulfilled his duties. He defeated the resurrected armies of the Shadow King and even reforged the Geass Silver Sword, with plans to locate the Shadow King's lair and put an end to him once and for all.
In fact, as a “hero,” he did find the Shadow King's lair.
However, what happened next got quite interesting.
“They betrayed me……”
At this point, one could see that the man clad in Black Armor also began to speak with a colder tone.
“In the end, after overcoming all obstacles and standing before the Shadow King, they–those who adventured with me, shared both the bitter and sweet, and called themselves comrades–betrayed me under the Shadow King's honeyed words! They chose to stand with the Shadow King! Do you understand what this means? This kind of behavior!”
“Uh……”
Faced with the angry man, Duanmu Huai and the others exchanged glances.
Admittedly, Duanmu Huai struggled to comprehend this act of switching sides to an enemy's camp to one's face.
If you say you've harbored ill intentions from the start, having conspired with the other side to betray us on the battlefield, that I can understand. But to go all this way and betray us on the spot, that's something Duanmu Huai finds rather… bewildering.
Frankly speaking, those who surrender on the spot don't really have any standing, not even with the BOSS. The reason is simple: if you can betray others today due to my sweet talk, what if someone else sweet talks you into betraying me someday?
Deserting on the battlefield really is reputation-destroying stuff.
That was indeed the case. Although the man ended up nearly alone, as a “hero,” his rage at being betrayed fueled him to wield the Geass Silver Sword, taking out both the traitors and the Shadow King. Still, as the Shadow King perished, he came to understand the universal final move of all bosses, self-detonation.
As a result, the man got caught up in the explosion himself and was buried by the collapsing underground palace.
But things didn't end there.
After the man woke up, he discovered that his body had changed. His chest had lost the last fragment of the Geass Silver Sword that had been lodged there, and worse still, he began feeling a bizarre thirst. At first, the man didn't understand what this was, but later he found out he had developed a completely new ability.
An ability to consume other people's souls!
Chapter end
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