I suppose it's starting now.
How to control a crowd, or rather, how to make lazy people work hard.
In my past life I was indeed a lazy person, only doing things when they interested me or if I was forced.
However, I still knew how to control masses.
A central villain.
If different people with different ideals had one person they could call a villain, then they would band together, train, and work hard to defeat that person.
Of course, if that said person were to die then they would fight each other again.
But I was that said person, and I wasn't planning on losing to anyone.
My eyes darted around the frozen crowd.
They were stunned.
The Apex of every year was meant to be a leader and motivator.
But I wasn't just any Apex.
I was Allen Vanderbilt.
If Alicia needed an inspiration so badly, then I would show her how the Night_Hawks did things.
Consciously darkening my gaze, I muttered, "You all seem oddly quiet; it's rather strange not hearing the noble people booing."
