This display of cruelty and the subsequent mocking was not something I did to vent my feelings. It was a nice side effect, but it was not the main aim. The decision to insert my arm deep into his rectum was out of pure spite though.
Or at least I made it seem that way from the outside. As a man with standards, I would not insert my arm into someone's body without consent. I settled for the club he was carrying at his side to do exactly that.
My intention behind that was quite simple, those mob characters would most likely only attack when they knew for certain that they had the absolute advantage. Just by standing up I would have been attacked due to the sheer difference in numbers.
I doubt they would leave me any time to hold a speech to showcase just how noble I am and how lowly they are in comparison. Using their recently deceased friend was the right way to get their attention without risking anything.
Such a shocking and unusual sight will cause a lot of confusion and hinder them from attacking me directly after seeing me. Of course, that was just the best-case scenario it did not truly matter what they would choose to do.
They would have done me gigantic favour if they attacked me on sight, that way I could have saved myself a lot of work. It would be troublesome if they ran away and I would have to catch every single one of them.
My cheap attempt at undermining his authority and emasculating him did not result in me getting attacked. This world seems a lot more progressive than I thought, a lot of people in my former world would lose their mind on the notion that they might be gay.
Homophobia either is a nonissue or the concept does not exist at all. I will have to use different tactics to get a reaction out of them. Since this world is so adamant on honour I should use that angle.
But I would set myself up for failure if I did not use everything against them. Whether it was their inferiority, their birth, their gender, their nationality, their appearance everything could and should be used to gain an advantage.
Back to the group of NPCs who refused to make a move and just stood there looking at me. Since the meat puppet did not yield any notable results I decided to discard it. Smashing the corpse to the ground I to cut the pretence.
" I am truly sorry, I thought I could escape, but you did not fall for that trick. Please spare my life"
I fell on my knees and covered in front of them. I remained in that position without moving or trying to flee to show them my sincerity. My tine and frail body should furthermore showcase how truly weak and pathetic I truly am.
If tarnishing their reputation does not work, I should appeal their superiority and cause them to act all mighty and arrogant. The whimpering was the cherry on top and should touch them at the deepest part of their souls.
Every villain should be drawn to this type of weakling to prove and feel good about themselves. It the cycle of life for every villain, stomping and terrorizing the weak until they are used as a stepping stone for the main character.
The only thing left for them to do was to follow their deepest desires and stomp on me and ridicule me. All of their instincts must be screaming at them to humiliate me.
So what exactly was holding them back to do something to me? Why did no one even speak while I was doing all of this? Are they still so hung up by the meat puppet? Seriously why does no one do anything?
This vulnerable position leaves me defenceless and those morons still do not take any action? What do I have to do to make them finally do something? Do I have to write them a manual about how to act like a villain?
These people would rather give me a backrub then taking advantage out of this situation. Since even this strategy did not deliver any promising results I stood up once more. Though I lacked any ideas on how to motivate these NPCs to do what I wanted them to.
" Who are you guys?" I screamed at them, letting out every frustration of my plans failing over and over again.
" Speak up, who are you" I walked closer to one NPC who has not moved even an inch after I had started my provocations.
" SPEAK UP." The man felt unwell with all of my attention fixiated on him, but I wanted answers. His shabby clothes fit the image of a dirty of a bandit but this behaviour was destroying any form of threatening presence he might have had otherwise.
" I am a farmer, please spare me SIr" Why do they show me so much respect? What did I do to deserve such a treatment? Am I any different in their eyes compared to those 2 they are currently holding hostage?
" SHUT UP. You are not a farmer you are a villain. You are the worst type, the lowest of the low, a disgrace to society, the dregs of humankind. So show some goddamn backbone. Why would anyone show respect you, if you do not have some for yourself?"
I continued my interrogation and asked him the next question
" Why are you doing this?"
" Sir, I had no other choice, food was getting rarer and rarer and becoming a lowly bandit was all I could do. I did not have a choice"
The same old excuse, I am not at fault its the surroundings that forced me to.
" Bullshit, there is always a choice. Just admit it, you prefer the life of a vagabond. Normal life is full of responsibilities for ungrateful people. Be it, family or friends, there is always someone who takes you for granted. And if you fail, then you are worthless to them."
Right now most of them should remember all those times they felt mistreated or were not thanked for their deeds and sacrifices. It is so easy to drive a narrative if it feeds on their negative emotions.
" But those you hold dear, do they have the same regard for you? Do they even think about you anymore? "
" She left me for one of them. " He sounded bitter and dejected as if he was blaming himself for what his wife did to him.
" She even took with kids with her." He roared at my face, as he lost control over his emotions.
" He lost everything and people like this still dare to look down on him and call him a lowlife. They are the cause of his misery and yet they still dare. Not only are they hypocrites responsible for all of your suffering but they also chose to go with one of them."
Them, likely referred to the players, that took the chance to hire their significant others while they were gone. Using them as the root of all evil is something I would do in a heartbeat.
" Their selfish deeds lead to ruined lives from honest people like you wherever they go. While you guys are currently living from scraps they are busy eating only the finest food."
I had created a common enemy, someone whom they all could blame and hate for everything that happened to them. Envy and Hate are a really strong motivation. Though I was quite unsure if their wives had the better life I would rather say they had it a lot worse, but I would be a fool to say that out loud.
" Can you accept that? You are the villains, while that scum dines like kings. CAN YOU ACCEPT THAT?"
No reaction from them, as they still stood there staring at me, as if they were contemplating something.
" CAN YOU ACCEPT THAT? I tried to use a polarizing voice and let my gaze pass over all faces to indicate that I meant all of them. I want to create a movement, something they all can relate to and associate themselves with.
Since no one dared to speak up I had to take matters into my own hands I walked right back to the NPC I had asked at the start.
" Can you after going through all of that due to them, accept that?
" No, I can't" He spoke meekly with a voice no one could hear besides me.
" CAN YOU ACCEPT THAT?" This time I nearly screamed at him.
" I CANT ACCEPT THAT" He replied in a louder tone but it lacked the confidence but back up his words.
I nearly replied with " I Cant hear you but that did not fit the image I had in mind. I wanted to feel like the Emperor that lead them to the Dark Side, to corrupt them.
Sadly even the younglings could kill them, magic is just way too strong for those normal NPCs. Without the necessary equipment and tactics, its a lost cause before the fight has even started.
" Louder"
" I CANT ACCEPT THAT"
" LOUDER"
" I CANT ACCEPT THAT"
I walked to the next person standing close to him and began the ritual anew.
" Can you accept that?"
" NO, I CANT"
" I ASKED YOU CAN YOU ACCEPT THAT?"
"NO, I CANT"
The next step was to use those 2 to fuel a group dynamic.
" I ASK YOU. THEY FEAST WHILE YOU SUFFER. CAN YOU ACCEPT THAT?
" NO, WE CAN'T "
" THEY TOOK YOUR EVERYTHING AND LEFT YOU HERE: CAN YOU ACCEPT THAT?"
" NO, WE CAN'T"
" RIGHT NOW THEY GET AWAY WITHOUT ANY PUNISHMENT. CAN YOU ACCEPT THAT?
" NO, WE CAN'T"
After the whole crowd started to reply enthusiastically. I waited a bit and let the crowd feel their unity. The next and final step was to change the narrative the way I had intended to.
" I ASK ONCE AGAIN. THOSE WHO HAVE WRONGED YOU, SHOULD PAY THE PRICE. DO YOU ACCEPT THAT?"
" YES"
" THE PRICE THAT HAS TO BE PAID IS UP TO YOU TO DECIDE: DO YOU ACCEPT THAT?
" YES"
" NO MATTER WHO OR WHAT IS STANDING IN YOUR WAY, EVERYTHING WILL HAVE TO GO. "
" DO. YOU. ACCEPT. THAT?"
" YES, YES, YES"
After the crowd had been riled up and everyone was motivated I waited till everyone had calmed down once more. While I waited I pondered on exactly had just happened and how far I had deviated from my initial plans.
Why no one minded the fact, that right in front of my feet the still lukewarm body of one of their former mates could be found or the fact, that I am connected to those players as well.
A lot of details still had to be figured out as well. I still do not know why I was not attacked or shown so much respect. If they know of the existence of players, then they might have recognized that I am affiliated to one.
At least that would explain why I was shown so much respect, that respect was nothing more than suppressed. Back then they did not consider them an enemy, but a threat they did not understand and were rightfully afraid off. My weird antics surely did not help to convince them otherwise that's for sure.
So why did they still follow through with everything I did and not try to run away? As much charisma I might have, it is still not enough to overcome the image they have or had off those players. Normally they should have acted with great reluctance and they should not trust a word I said, given what happened to their families and friends.
My words might have resonated with their feelings, but there still has to be more to it, to reach that reaction. There has to be something larger at play. Has the Observer once again interfered in my matter?
To my surprise, it was no Supernatural Force that helped me this time it was the leecher whom I had forgotten about in its entirety. Although he tried to hide from me, I clearly could see him through the cheering crowd. He was the only one not cheering.
He had hired every single one of those NPCs which caused the chain reaction, that they subconsciously took a liking to their master and value him higher than themselves. But instead of forcing them to listen to his orders, he let me do my things and did not interfere any further.
He is truly different from those folks I have met prior. He is not as arrogant and a lot more self-critical than anyone I have seen. It is not a high hurdle to overcome, but it is still something that elevates him from the masses.
I will ignore his presence for now, as we both do not gain any clear advantage out of drawing any attention towards him. For the time being, I had to make sure, that those NPCs saw themselves as wronged by the world and that they had to do everything to get revenge on everyone who has wronged them.
Though it would still take a lot of time until they have calmed down enough so that I can tell them about my plan to get back at their targets. That is why I am glad, that I have not created one enemy but a group. That way, they will never be truly satisfied until they have beaten even the last of those players that took their everything.
It is only a matter of time until I can make them do everything I want. I would like to see their faces, once I give them the tools to get their revenge. Until then, its time for me to wait.
" Using fart as a reason to move against them, please try harder if you want to fool me. Remember I have access to some of your memories. And I doubt that you work for something named Riot. I could not care any less about your motivations, but please do not treat like a fool."
Ah, come on. You just destroyed the illusion for the Observer, now he knows that I was only joking. That is not very nice.
" You know why you deserve it."
True. Is everything else fine?
" Everything works as intended."
We will talk about my proposition later on before that let us continue the tools I will need to make a name out the leecher. Hopefully, nothing goes wrong, but who am I kidding something will go wrong, that is just the natural cause. Sighing I prepared the next part of my speech. Just let it be something minor for once, and I did not mean the children in that last paragraph.
" Listen and listen carefully. If you want to survive and get revenge, you will need a lot of training and a lot of conviction. Are you willing enough to endure that?"
The crowd confirmed this several times by screaming "Yes" loudly over and over again.
" This is what we need..."