Strolling the grand streets I enter the market district, hundreds of stalls, shops, and restaurants, this is widely regarded as the peak of the Devil Kingdom. Wears travel from the south, the west, and east all on path to arrive at the empire, which spans most of the north. In the war to come we gained a lot of support from the surrounding countries, this of course ended with the mass expansion of the empire's borders.
Then I find her, one of the only people to kill the Hero's companions, rightfully nicknamed the Killer. You wouldn't think as much seeing her now, dressed in civilian clothes, with a determined look in her two beautiful eyes.
"Sir with the strange hair do you want to buy some of my excellent weapons?" Everyone around looked at her like she was an idiot.
Spread out before me is a hodgepodge of southern blades, spears, and maces.
"How much for this." I reach down and grab an obviously ceremonial saber, it depicts the battle between a tiger and a dragon.
"That one's not for sale." She choked out, my title must be taking effect.
"I said how much?" She squirmed looking at everyone for help, but no one saw themselves the hero. "Now why is this weapon here if it's not for sale?"
"I'm reserving it for a customer."
"Are you, or are you weapon trafficking, this is an archaeological artifact isn't it. You don't want to sell it to me because I'm a soldier, and under kingdom law one can not bring unauthorized artifacts into the country."
She bit her lip. "I have documents."
"Oh, then you wouldn't mind me viewing your residents?"
"I don't have a house."
"Hmm, so you're not a resident, can I see your seal of authorization from the traders union." She gulped, spoke, but no words came out. "Don't worry, just come with me, I know of Louis, and what happened."
She stood in an instant, her lips twitching like she wanted to say a thousand words. Still she followed me not even thinking of the items she left behind. Entering a secluded back alley I turn to her. "You want revenge on Silver Moon's sect leader Montgomery."
"How, I never told anyone?" She begins to sob.
"Help me kill him, help rid the world of the disgusting Empire."
She looked up to me with wet round eyes. "How."
I cut her off. "Don't lie to me, I know you're a skilled warrior, and daughter of the former commander of the Martial League."
"You, who the fuck are you?"
"I'm surprised you couldn't tell, I'm Vector disowned prince of the country you stand in."
She looked shaken from those words, the Empire's stories of the Devil Kingdom's royal family are close to that of demons in the bible, tempters after your soul, people that are unforgivable for their betrayer against god.
She didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. "Are you going to believe the same people that you so disparity want revenge on?"
"I accept, if and only if, you allow me to kill him."
"I wouldn't take that joy from you."
Two members recruited, now I can finally go home. Returning to my home I find King resting on the stairs.
"Hey King." His two little ears perk up, lifting his adorable face he spews out a meow before scurrying off. "Home sweet home."
Undressing I flop into my warm bath. I never liked baths before Big Red Truck blessed me, but it is beyond relaxing now. Maybe its in my genes, my mother apparently enjoyed her fair share, bathing at least three times a day. Leaving the bath, drying off, and dressing I fall to my knees before my bed. Closing my hands I begin to pray. "Big Red Truck, I thank you for the day I lived, for the days to come, and for forgiving all my sins, amen." After that sleep takes me as I stare my mom in the eyes.
A loose image of someone sits before me, her long golden hair twisted into countless knots.
"I know, I know all you've done. I won't leave you, not yet. But you're unforgivable. I was there, the whole fucking time. Why." I could hear her cry. "Why didn't you talk to me? Your father is no better than wyrm, you did not have to become like him. I take back my vow. I take back all I fucking said for you. I can't believe my stupidity, I thought I was helping, I thought you trusted me!"
I awake sweat rolling down my face. The dream was that of the event that happened a month ago. She has stayed with me, but for how long? When Sophia sees the hero it will be over. I can't, I won't let that happen.
"IMP system." The screen shot up in front of me. I immediately click on shop.
You have 23 villain points.
Starter training book 10 villain points.
Demonic summoning 1000 Villain Points.
Expect items to change on a monthly basis.
It seems someone already bought the Sword of torture, that was way too fast, who could it be?
Message from Boss, "Guess who got herself a new sword!!!"
Message from Boss, "Did you see the sword was removed from the shop?"
Message from Boss, "What do you think happens when all the items are bought?"
Message from Boss, "Why are you up so late anyways?"
Message from Boss, "Respond or I will come to your house myself."
Flicking open the chat menu I click on Boss Active. I type, "How is the sword?"
Message from Boss, "So now he talks. Anyways it's horrifying, not called the sword of torture for nothing."
"Did you complete a quest to get so many points?"
Message from Boss, "Lost a hundred men but we killed a member of the martial League."
Judging by who dies first in the book it was definitely the weakest one Frost, but to do that within a day is outrageous. I suppose that shows the power of the Syndicate.
Message from Boss, "Showed them not to mess with us!!!!!!!"
"What if they retaliate?"
Boss is offline.
I reopen the shop and buy the one thing the masters with infinite pride would never buy, the starter training book.
A dark black book appeared in my hand, like it was always there.
Written
Work
Of
Aamon the betrayer.
Cracking open the first page it reads.
Hello, I am Aamon, first Grand Master of the Devil Kingdom. I hope you are one of my line, but knowledge is impossible to keep forever. Please note that my title is granted by the system, yet I kinda like it.
This is my first book of five on the understanding of my style. If you came to read my story skip ahead to the fifth book, I know this may be disappointing to you, still understand that that knowledge is a curse not a blessing.
The text, almost immediately, switched to drawings, with only short descriptions here and there. At first they were easy, but just two pages in I was met with a roadblock. My body was too weak to execute the rest of the techniques.
I lay back down, closing my eyes. I attempt to fall asleep, yet all I can think about is that book. Leaving my house I entered into a run. After just a mile I collapsed to the floor panting. "Fuck, I'm out of shape." Three hours later I return home, people have already woken, and now the streets are beginning to fill. In my house I bath, change, and repeat for a week.