Planet - Earth(#128821)
Year - 2020
Location - Throne Room
In the throne room, there were only two people left as all others were told to leave. The first one was the Old King, Carlos von Luminous, sitting on his throne. A confident old man with white hair and a beard. He wears royal attire which includes a purple robe with white fur on the edges and a crown with violet jewels adorned on it.
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The second person or rather a child was Mike von Marshall, was standing a distance away from King Carlos. A young 10-year-old boy with his hair dyed brown. He wears a black sweater with fur on the edges and black shorts. Although his stance does never show it, he's always ready to battle.
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"Kid, you should look presentable in the presence of a king," King Carlos spoke.
"Old man, you should mine your own business. How I look has nothing to do with you," Mike retorts.
"Oh? Then you don't mind me telling your mother?"
"Grandpa don't be like that, you know how mother is like," Mike said hurriedly, tidying up his clothes.
"If you want something from me first be presentable,"
"Gesh, I know, I'll do it next time,"
"Kid, you always say that but never stick to your word,"
"Because I promised nothing,"
"Kid, tell me what reason you have for coming to me this time?" King Carlos asked.
"History of your Empire," Mikee replies.
"The history books already say it all. My father Pedro von Luminous, wanted a peaceful world and initiated a World War. He failed and I took over his placed and succeeded, now all that's left is to clear out the resistance,"
"That's the history book, I don't believe my great grandfather would care about peace,"
"Hahaha, that's the same thing your mother said,"
'hehe, great minds think alike,' Mike thought.
"Indeed, peace wasn't something my father cared about, in fact, his father also initiated wars, though it was just on a smaller scale. Father just hated how kingdoms became countries and thought the easiest way to solve this problem was World Domination,"
"And he's right, violence is always the answer," Mike agreed.
"There was also a few other issues, that led to him initiating the war. The most important one is the lack of resources. Food, metals, gases all of them are running out,"
"If that's it, then when do you plan on leaving, I have an important meeting coming up soon," King Carlos said.
"Soon? so not today?" Mike asks.
"Did my grandchild actually learn something?" he exclaimed.
"Of course, I got smarter, especially when..." although Mike stopped what he was going to say, his expression said it all to King Carlos.
"Your younger brother is doing better than you? The only thing you're better than him in is fighting,"
"Yeah, it's frustrating to know he's better than me," Mike replies.
"Are you going to kill him because of that?"
"No, although it's frustrating as hell watching him do things better than me, but it's forcing me to improve. Look at how different I speak compared to a year ago?"
"True, a year ago I wouldn't consider letting you enter in here," King Carlos chuckled at the thought of what troubles would've formed allowing Mike in here a year ago.
"My personality didn't change, but I can now at least speak well as like a noble's child is expected of,"
"Your mother still wouldn't let you dine with the other nobles,"
"Don't blame her, I would've shot one from how annoying they can be,"
"Kid, you should learn about who to and who not to shoot,"
"I do know, I shoot does who I don't respect and don't shoot those that I do,"
"And who are labeled as respected?"
"Either those who are stronger than me in combat or those who can use their intelligence wisely, like you grandpa. I don't envy my brother, but envy the characteristics he has that are better than mine. Like how I envy your charisma and wisdom, that united the whole of Pangaea,"
"Hahaha, this will be the smartest time of your life?" he laughed.
"Grandpa, are you mocking me? Respect can only get you so far,"
"No, what I meant is that from here on you'll probably start to degrade back to your former self, certified delinquent,"
"Degrade? Sorry old man but even if you die mother is still around," Mike explains.
Sure he'll be depressed when his grandpa finally kicks the bucket, but his mother would be there to patch a smile onto his face.
"..."
"N-No, you're joking aren't you," Mike stuttered as he took a step back his body trembling from fear.
"..." a wordless response can sometimes affect one more than words can ever do.
"W-When?" Even if Mike acts mature, he's still a 10-year-old boy.
"2 months ago,"
"2 months ago," Mike mutters while clenching his fist.
"Listen, Mike..." As King Carlos was about to explain, Mike had already opened the door and ran out.
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Location - Marshall's family, Outside the Mansion
Although breathless from rushing over here Mike had no intention of stopping. Kicking open the front door and what greeted him was his personal maid. While bowing her head, she intentionally pushes her chest forward closer to Mike's face.
"Welcome back, young master..."
"Begone b*tch,"
A swift kick landed on the maid's stomach, causing her to fall onto the ground. Running on top of her making sure to step heavily on her neck, he moved forward.
They had only arrived here a week ago, due to this he still can't figure out which room is who's. The door he has kicked opened so far was all empty and the maids have already gone into hiding now that he has arrived. Luckily, he finally found someone behind a door.
"Oh? 'Big brother', it's rude to kick open someone else door," Mike's brother, Nick said trying to make it clear he's mocking his quality as the older brother.
Mike and Nick are twins born 2 months apart. Nick unlike his counterpart often is seen in formal clothes and blatantly shows his black here. If there's something truly different about the two would be their eye color, with Nick's own being silver.
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"Where is he?" Mike asked coldly, quickly letting Nick understand the gist of it
"You learn a little too late, the funeral had already passed,"
"What!?" Mike roared.
"5th room from here, he's busy if you know what I mean," Nick winked.
*bang*
Mike slammed the door and left.
"And that father of mines likes to call others stupid," Nick mocked.
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"Yes! Harder! Faster!" hearing the commotion going on inside the room, Mike froze and left.
Soon he came back with a metal bat and slammed it into the door, breaking it. Nodding his head at how well his trusty bat works he kicked open the remaining part of the door.
Inside the bedroom was a naked brown-haired woman standing up, her body covered using the sheet, and glares at Mike from behind his father. His father, well besides being naked was a young man with black hair and purple eyes.
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"Kid what the hell are you doing!" The woman shouted.
"Son..."
"Move or you'll get hit too," Mike said coldly. He needed to vent and luckily his father brought someone here just for him.
"Marcus, control your son... Marcus?" Her angry expression quickly turned to fear when she saw Marcus walk away from her, quickly rushed back to hug his thigh he kicked her off.
"B*tch begone!" Like father, like son.
On the ground, she raised her head to see a bat moving towards her head.
*splat*
"F*ck! It died too easily," Even though Mike said that he continued to smash the bat into the woman's broken skull.
A few minutes has passed by and Mike had finally got tired of smashing the woman's head, which couldn't even be called head anymore as even the neck has been crushed completely. Sitting down in the bed with the bloody bat resting on his shoulder, Mike took in a deep breath.
*inhale*
"Why?"
It may sound like a simple question but the wrong answer might lead him to reunite with his wife. Even at this age, Mike was a deadly fighter, many assassins sent to kill him for offending the wrong person died in his hands.
"Because, I didn't need 'this' to happen," he answers pointing at the corpse on the ground. "What if that wasn't a commoner?"
"You think I care?"
"Of course, you wouldn't care, you don't think before you do, you stupid child! If you were this family head our heads would've been flying by day 1. Your mother pampered you too much causing this situation to happen. Look when I told Nick although he was depressed he didn't smash someone's skull because of it," Marcus answered angrily.
"That doesn't explain why it took 2 months before I got an answer I even missed mother's funeral!" Mike shouted tears began to fall rapidly.
"It's your fault for being stupid, look at your brother, he has already started making his own intelligence network. If you had one none of this would've happened" he answered angrily, but in truth all this is bullsh*t.
He was afraid of getting beaten to death for being the messenger or for sending someone else to be it. Who told the world to give him such a violent child? This kid doesn't know 'don't to shoot the messenger,'.
"How did she die?" Mike asked.
"Poisoned in her sleep,"
*smash*
Mike smashed the bat onto the edge of the bed.
"Who? How? Why?"
"Don't know, Don't know, and Don't know,"
"Poison means nobles, then f*cking kill all nobles,"
"Mike you're being irrational!" Marcus shouted, dodging Mike's bat.
"You're being irrational!" he shouted.
"Poison is most likely the enemy," Marcus explained, grasping onto the bat before pulling it away from Mike.
'Finally, I got the bat,' Marcus thought.
"Wipeout the nobles and then the enemies!" Mike explains, pulling out a knife from his pocket.
*sigh*
"I can't deal with this sh*t," Marcus muttered feeling headache incoming, if he knew it would've been this annoying he wouldn't have requested the king to break the ice.
"Listen here Mike, you had just now threatened my life, don't expect to get any allowance from me,"
"No allowance? How am I supposed to buy my weapons and destroy my enemies?" Mike asked angrily.
"Make it yourself," Marcus states.
"Then send a letter to grandpa, tell him I'm not used to killing so help me get a job as an Executioner,"
'Not used to killing?' Seeing the bloody disfigured woman he was just now having sex with now dead, he decided not to ask anything further.
'Why does he need to ask the king to be an executioner, doesn't he know we got our own territory? Or is it because he wants to be the Executioner that kills nobles? No, I must be overthinking it,'
He had enough stress for today and if he hopes to relieve himself using a woman, he can't do it at home otherwise it might not be just the woman this time.
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Pangaea is a supercontinent and the only land on earth. There were 8 main Kingdoms/Countries, named after the cardinal points, with the center being the Empire.
Currently, only the Empire is Monarchy.
Strangely, the world is lacking a large number of natural resources, but with no one to suspect they can only guess it was done through natural causes.