The sudden loss of Franklin sent shockwaves through the battlefield, leaving everyone stunned. However, William wasted no time in seizing the opportunity to press the advantage.
"Fire," his command echoed through the radio, leaving Gwen puzzled at first. But then realization dawned on her, and her eyes widened in horror as she understood William's intent.
Simultaneously, a sniper shot found its mark, striking Victor with deadly accuracy. The impact obliterated the head armor of his mech, reducing his skull to mush and ending his life in an instant.
A twisted smile played across William's lips as he reveled in the act of taking the life of a person who was one of the reasons that may lead to his downfall. But even as the rush of victory coursed through him, a shiver ran down his spine at the realization of the dark path he was treading.
Quickly regaining his composure, William ordered his pilots to take off from the Mothership, signaling the end of the battle. With the Dawn Secessionists in retreat, victory belonged to the Dawn Empire, and William's leadership had secured their triumph.
As the Mothership ascended into the sky, Gulleven gazed upon the lifeless bodies of Franklin and Victor, the grim reality of war laid bare before the Legion. And amidst the carnage, William emerged as the new king of the Empire, his victory cementing his place as the youngest ruler yet.
But even in the midst of celebration, the echoes of death and destruction lingered, serving as a stark reminder of the cost of victory in the brutal game of war.
[You have defended your region, and have used your talent to an maximizing extent to fell your enemies.]
[Your Talent's restrain has loosened a bit.]
[You have gained 100 XP for winning the battle of Resin.]
[You have reached Level 2]
As William traveled back to his capital palace, his thoughts drifting in contemplation, he was abruptly brought back to reality by a notification from his talent. Initially taken aback by the unexpected earning of XP, William quickly realized that something was amiss.
Upon checking his status panel, he found no mention of XP, leaving him puzzled. However, before he could delve deeper into the matter, a telepathic message from his talent interrupted his thoughts.
The message explained that the absence of XP on the status panel was due to restraint imposed on it. This revelation surprised William, as he hadn't been aware of any such restriction on his talent.
In this realm, the restraint of talents was not just a choice but a law, meant to regulate and control their influence. Users were required to loosen the restraints gradually, allowing their talents to grow in power only as their domain expanded.
Realizing the significance of this revelation, William understood that the gradual loosening of the restraint on his talent would be crucial for his own growth and development.
He revisited his panel.
[Level 2]
[EXP:- 0/500]
[Name: William Von Dawn]
[Agespan: (20 Years - 70 Years)]
[Resources: 500]
[Skill Points: 1]
[Personal Stats]
[Genetic Influence:- None]
[Manafluid Influence:- None]
[Martialite Influence:- None]
[Consiciouswork Influence:- None]
[Simulation:- Unlocked]
[Soverign Stats]
[Politics:- Nil]
[Military:- Tech Route:- Wolves of Skatti(1/3){Hellspawn Raptor-MB(Sniper Rifle)≪✔≫{Carbayonic Shifting Alloy}≪✖≫{Sonar Radiative Percision HUD}≪✖≫]
[Economics:- Nil]
[Public Order:- Nil]
[King of the Helm:- In Progress]
[Random Event???]
[Turn 30- Major Event]
[Army Roster]
As William contemplated the various skill points available to him, he understood the significance they held in shaping his personal abilities and strengths.
Firstly, there was [Genetic Influence], which encompassed superhuman abilities reminiscent of characters from Marvel and DC comics. These powers were rooted in the manifestation of unique organs within the body, granting abilities such as breathing fire or emitting light like the sun.
Next, [Manafluid Influence] represented arcane abilities akin to those seen in wizardry tales, relying heavily on the manipulation of mana. These powers allowed for spells, enchantments, and magical feats reminiscent of characters like Dumbledore from the Harry Potter series.
Then, there was [Martialite Influence], which encompassed powers related to martial prowess, including techniques like Qi manipulation, Gen, Han, Banki, Zen, and others. These abilities focused on physical combat skills and techniques, empowering the user with enhanced strength, agility, and combat prowess.
Finally, [Consciouswork Influence] represented abilities tied to neural activity, encompassing a wide range of talents beyond just piloting mechs. This could include skills like beast taming, telekinesis, or any other abilities reliant on mental acuity and control.
Each of these skill points represented a different avenue for William to develop his personal abilities and strengths. As he considered his options, he knew that his choices would shape not only his own destiny but also the fate of his realm. With careful consideration, he began to strategize how best to allocate his skill points.
Finally after an hour of contemplation and examination, William chose his skill.
[Martialite Influence]
[Tell me, you are not a human without telling me you are not a human.]
[Effect:]
[Enchanced physique.]
[Perfected Body Control]
William instantly felt a wave of energy moving inside and outside his body. It was as though he had turned into a human vibrator...
William shook his head as he tried to get rid of his own analogy. But every vibration William felt had vitality inside it, and felt it smother him. His muscles tightened, his bones became stronger, and his blood rushed throughout his body like a race car.
He felt his nerves tingle and shift.
It was an ethereal experience, and after he felt the vibrations die down, he felt that he had been reborn. His body felt light and compact. He felt that his bones had been forged in steel, and he could feel his senses becoming stronger.
He sighed as he fell into his cloud-like bed, and just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard a small whisper.
'You nearly killed 1 million people,'
William opened his eyes and cursed.
**************
As William stood before the mirror, adorned in his extravagant royal outfit, he couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort. The white and gold ensemble, with its elaborate design and short red and gold cape, certainly made a bold statement, but it was proving to be more of a burden than a regal adornment.
With a sigh, William couldn't deny the truth: the attire was stiflingly hot. The fabric clung uncomfortably close to his body, offering no relief for his overheated skin. His balls were screaming for more room.
His discomfort was not just physical; it was also practical. How could he be expected to carry out his duties as king effectively if he was preoccupied with the discomfort of his clothing?
Frustrated, William made a mental note to address the issue with his wardrobe. After all, ruling an empire was challenging enough without the added burden of uncomfortable attire. Perhaps a more practical and breathable ensemble would be in order for future royal engagements.
He walked into the hallway, and the maids bowed to him. This time, not out of tradition, but out of respect. William sighed, met up with Gweiwith, and walked forward.
The previous Gwen and today's Gwen was entirely different. Previously, she was brazen and walked equal to him, but now she was walking a little bit back.
Willaim grabbed her shoulder and made her walk beside him because she was the only one who at least provided him with help. He would not forget that.
These were some of the most trying times that William had ever faced in his life, and William would not forget that she was one of the few who was beside him, even if reluctantly.
As for people that didn't...