Hasir wasn't strong enough. He couldn't defeat Xia, nor could he defeat her friends. He was far weaker than them. He was physically adept but their magic outmatched him tremendously. He needed help from a crest that charged for months just to put Xia's father on the brink of death. He knew a few spells from advanced magic but most were the easiest ones. After years of thinking and debating if he was strong enough to do so. He'd finally come to a conclusion that night. He came to the conclusion that in order to achieve his goals, he'd have to make sacrifices along the way. Killing his father was the first of many sacrifices needed to gain the trust of the world. He would soon need to make an alliance with mostly every kingdom on the globe and create a structure where he was most influential. He needed to monopolize the trust of political leaders and people of high standing power to do what he wanted to do. His main goal was to live a long happy life, but he also wanted to do something else. Something that would help millions if not billions around the world. He would abolish slavery before the day he would die. Many would be in his favor, while others will resent him, and he knew that. He promised himself that from that day on, he would only do what was necessary to achieve the goal. And so he set out to become stronger. He needed to gain power among political parties and also juggle between doing what was ethical and what needed to happen for slavery to be abolished. He'd create a free land. A land where everyone had free will and could have the freedom they had always sought. A land of free speech, freedom of religion, beliefs, and freedom to do anything they dreamed of as long as they abided by the law. But if he couldn't do so in his lifetime, he sure as hell would have people carry on his legacy and finish what he had started.
"I will do what must be done. Regardless of anyone's opposing opinion. People should have full freedom of their lives. They should be able to control their own destinies rather than working under someone who abuses and beats them if one little mistake is done!" He cried to himself. He punches a tree out of frustration and grips onto his hair.
"I swear on my life that I will make this world free of slavery, free of segregation, whether it is racial or sexual. Everyone shall be equal. They will not be levied because of their race or sex. Everyone will have the same treatment and have the same punishments for the same wrongdoings. I will create the perfect world that I had dreamed of in those mines. The fucking dungeons I roamed through trying to find salvation for my work. The fields I slaved over just to get one measly bit of gratitude. I will make sure no one else will have to go through that. On my fucking life!"
He stomps his way back to Xia's home and sits down on the couch. He sighs and begins to doze off. He slowly blinks and soon he falls unconscious. When he woke up, Xia was up and cooking something. He stood up and began to stretch his limbs out. He walks up behind Xia and taps her on the shoulder.
"What is it?" She asks as she turns around. Hasir grasps her body and squeezes tightly. He holds on to her like never before and sniffles a bit.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asked.
"I'm just grateful for everything you've done for me." Hasir told her.
"Okay? Um, you're welcome?" Xia said confusingly.
"I'm sorry for what I did. I- I'm so sorry." Hasir weeps in her chest.
"Aye aye, it's alright. I have forgiven you already. There's no reason to apologize over and over again. What you did was justified but what I did wasn't. I should be the one sorry. Please don't blame yourself."
"Okay..."
As days passed, Hasir began to plan out every little event that would take place. He would use Xia's status in his favor and gain popularity among the populace and the king. He will then use his popularity and gain status among them. He will show great prowess in future battles and gain the support of more people. He will branch out into different countries and there he will do the same thing he does in Dilopro. The people who are pro-slavery are most likely going to fight back against his cause. If they do, he will try his best to stop them from going rampant. But if that doesn't work and they do decide to attack, he will be prepared. He will surround every fleet they have with artillery and the most powerful mages on his side. He will try to get them to surrender but if they continue to rebel, he will use his power to crush them.
He finishes writing down his plans and gets up. He walks around for a few minutes and does some pullups on the door. But then he hears screams and the sound of explosions coming from the city. He runs outside and sees the city in chaos. There are fires everywhere and explosions happening every few seconds. He runs into the city with his gun and sword. He sees the royal knights evacuating everyone along with Xia. He jumps straight into the fire and sees Garret on the ground. Hasir picks him up and sprints back to the royal knights. He drops him off and goes back into the fire. He makes sure no one is left in the city and then comes face to face with the one who caused all of it. The entire royal knights fleet marched up behind him and got into position. Hasir pulls out his gun and points it to the cloaked figure. The person then removes their cloak and reveals who they are.
It was a woman with red hair and red eyes. She had captain-like garments with a thick leather jacket flowing from her shoulders. She stared down at them menacingly. Hasir raises his pistol and shoots her.
"A mere bullet like this cannot damage me, peasant." She tells him.
"Ah yes. A simple peasant is what I used to be. But no more as it seems." He walks up to her as she descends down. "I assume that this is not your full power, am I correct?"
"Your assumption would be correct, yes."
"Okay then. How much of your power would you say you used when you attacked us?" Hasir asked.
"Hmm, I'd say about 10 percent." She answers.
"Well, my name is Hasir Nurmagomedov." He tells her and her eyes widen.
"Nurmagomedov? Are you perhaps the son of Islam Nurmagomedov?" She asks.
"Why yes I am, but please do not associate us together." Hasir tells her.
"Okay, you must be powerful. Well, you are here talking to me pretty confidently so I assume you are powerful. The name's Harriet Vils. Pleasure to meet the son of a well known political leader." She says as she bows down a little.
"What's going on?" Xia shouts from behind.
"Wait!" Hasir shouts back.
"So, should you like to see my full power?" She asked.
"Of course, but please not in the city." Hasir responds.
"My pleasure, let us settle this in the fields then." She suggests.
"Okay, I'll have one of my friends take me there. Xia! Take me to the fields!" Xia picks him up and drops him at the fields where Harriet was. They stared each other down and began to circle around each other. Harriet raises her hand and a massive blast of fire ignites. After a few seconds, Harriet thinks she has won until the smoke cleared.
"On your left." She frantically turns around and sees a barrel pointed to her head. She dodges the blast and hits Hasir down. He blocks and shoots her in the stomach. Rather than blasting a hole through her, it merely acts as a punch.
"You dare boy?" She asks.
"Of course. You attack my people, I return the favor." He clocks her with his gun and tornado kicks her. She stumbles over and coughs a little.
"Now this is fun! Let's continue!" She cried.
"My pleasure." Hasir responds.