The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 1, Chapter 5

Let us not worry about what later generations will say about Othniel. Anou. Morissette, let's go back to April 8, 791 of the Bright Calendar in Domolga. On April 8, 791, in Domolga, in the presence of Lieutenant General Molonzo.

Inside the elegant and grand little parlor of the Earl of Hanin's residence, little Oskar, the hero of our story, was doing what should not have been done by a child of his age.

Somewhat obese, little Oskar had sunk himself completely into the ice bear sofa. He had a glass of rum in one hand and an oversized Koopa cigar in the other, which was the only thing that little Oscar admired about Moronzo, the former warden still had a pretty good eye for luxury!

The kid smoking the cigar and sipping the wine looked more or less comical, but Oscar Jr. didn't think so, he thought it was very much in line with his current status as a bigwig in the dark world. Extra large Koopa cigars and authentic aged rum followed Osne. Anru. Morissette for most of his life, until his later years, when he was admonished by his four queens to give it up completely. Of course, this is another story.

"This time ...... this time is not completely over?" Moronzo. Count Hanin had been completely convinced! He once again sized up this teenager he had known for ten years, and he had never known that this obese little body contained such a terrifying intelligence.

"Not yet." Oscar exhaled a round smoke ring as he spoke.

"Not ...... yet? Jesus! What else do you want to do?" Moronzo let out a lament!

"Stop screaming about the sky Moronzo!" Oscar was getting a little tired of it. "It's such a strain to explain these things to you! Don't you have even a little imagination? The adults from the c******n expedition from Turin were turned into prisoners after entering Domolga Prison! Can you believe that? Oh! I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you, and I admit it's my fault, that the expedition actually did exist, except that they met robbers on their way here, and these pampered adults were slaughtered clean! As for who did it I don't know, I just wanted to use their corpses to put on a show, you keep an eye on the newspapers that come from Turin in a while and you'll see the news that all of these lords were killed when they encountered a landslide on their way back from Domolga."

"Devil! You are the devil! The God of Light forgive me! I have actually made a deal with the devil!" Molonzo. Count Hanin's sanity was somewhat clouded.

"Oh la! My dear Lord Count! The God of Light won't let you live comfortably for the rest of your life, but the devil can! Look at you, stop complaining! We should go out now and have a good time with those honorable and beautiful ladies and young ladies! The devil isn't only interested in sin! Don't you think so, Mr. Prosecutor?" Little Oscar smiled and turned to the c******n.

"Yes! Ossigne. Anru. Mr. Morrissette, I agree completely!"

"All right then! Let's go out, Wek! Wick!"

The machine secretary at the door answered, "My lord! What are your orders?"

"Oh la! You need to keep an eye on your family's Lord Lieutenant General, he's a super rich man now, and besides, he's had a few more drinks, so be careful of him getting laid by those crazy women with ulterior motives. Though he's not as attractive as me!"

Facing Oscar's mockery, the already nearly deflated Lord Lieutenant General could only laugh bitterly in response.

It really was big trouble! Silka lashed out at his aide after seeing the Oriental lying on the ground foaming at the mouth and twitching unceasingly!

"You fools! Idiots! Who gave him the medicine? Don't you f*****g know how important he is!"

"Mr. Silka! Please believe us! We gave him exactly the amount of medicine in the regulations! The Gods of Light testify! This is a thousand times true! We don't know why he's like this!" Silka's assistants fell to their knees in fear and kept begging for mercy.

"Ah! God!" Pars pressed hard on the Oriental's heart. He was panicking too! The guy's pulse was getting fainter and fainter! "Silka! You unlucky stinking scorpion! Leave your damn assistants alone! Get over here and help! How have you handled things like this before? Come on!"

"Oh! no! Dear Mr. Pars, there is something you are not aware of! I've been very careful when administering medication to these 'big shots', the dosage has been kept very small for fear of an overdose reaction, so they've been very comfortable with the medication!"

"And when you were experimenting in the first place? Oh! Hurry up! Don't tell me you didn't test the d**g on a live person!" Pars said as he picked up the unlucky Oriental.

"Ah! This ...... you know, those guys are all slaves and I don't know much about medicine, so ...... so ......"

"So you didn't care about them, did you? Ah! O God of Light! Please make sure you punish this stinking scorpion who kills people in a grassy manner!" Poison Doctor Pars got a little too angry to speak, forgetting that the God of Light classified him as one of the demons just as much. "Alright! All get out of the way! Go to my cell! Silka you go too! I'm going to administer first aid to him, but Silka you'd better start praying! I'm sure you know perfectly well the identity of the gentleman this Oriental is replacing, and if this double dies, where would you want Brother Scales to find an Oriental in a short time! Oh dear! Ten thousand deaths won't quell Big Brother's wrath! Oh dear! I hope it is not too late."

Silka had long been stunned. It was not the first time he had heard of Big Brother Scales' reputation! Besides, Amanu. Lord Bea had emphasized the importance of these doubles to him more than once! He suddenly felt that it was really the God of Light who had decreed his judgment.

Oskar was at the ball of the Count of Hanin at Molonzo. Count Hanin's ball, his elegant manners and humorous conversation attracted many ladies and ladies present, in whose eyes the little lord with the chubby appearance was so lovely. They had long heard that the most honorable little prisoner of Domolga would soon be free, and that His Majesty the Emperor would make a generous compensation for his ten years of imprisonment, my God! It was like a piece of gold falling from the sky, and it would be wonderful to be the lover or even the wife of this noble man! God of Light praises love and thanks you!

Oscar knew exactly what was spinning in the minds of these double-eyed ladies and ladies, Anne had deliberately avoided him, and it seemed she wouldn't mind if he captured one or even two beauties. Little Oskar was very grateful to Anne, he really needed a passionate game at this time, although Antonie was recognized as the most beautiful woman in all of Domolga, but at the ball he still found a lively, and purely beautiful lady.

Molonzo. It took half an hour for little Oskar to take the beautiful girl's hand in his, half an hour to convince the young lady that their meeting was a gift from the God of Light, and finally, Oskar placed a jeweled ring that glowed softly in the moonlight on the young lady's long, white finger. Facing the beautiful girl whose eyes glowed with touched water Oscar sighed deeply, it was that easy! He wrapped one hand around the girl's slender waist. The girl only slightly resisted and then happily closed her beautiful eyes.

Years of habit had brought Oscar back from his passion in a flash, and Oscar's alertness was as famous as his fairness. He heard a slight sound, and only once more he felt it with his heart and soul, and was sure that it was the sound of the boots of the Kintetsu on the ground, though the owner of the boots had approached with great caution.

The girl opened her eyes in confusion, her arms still clinging to Oscar's neck.

"Darling! You are my goddess! I cherish you as much as the God of Light does the earth, but that's as far as I can go today, someone's coming! Go and organize yourself quickly! Your here ...... here ...... and here belongs only to me, and I don't want other men to be able to share these secrets!"

The girl shuddered again in Oskar's hands, she nipped Oskar's ear gently and turned and ran into the woods once she was out of the boy's arms.

Oscar straightened his already very disorganized attire as he walked. He saw Veck, and Veck saw him.

"Geez Veck! I just met an elf and was trying to communicate with her when you showed up, you don't seem to be the type of person who likes to ruin people's good times, pay me back for the elf will you? The one that just got scared and flew away."

Captain Weik's face was heavy, he didn't make any reaction to Oscar's teasing, "My lord, don't bother with that elf, that colonel-san in charge of manning the inner fortress would like you to rush over there immediately."

There was no trace of blood in Oscar's chubby little face, and instead of rushing straight to the inner fortress of Domolga Prison, he took Anne back to her own vast cell in Fortress 2. Oscar did not have any expression, Anne worriedly looked at his pale face, she had no way to calm him down, although the outside world felt that Lady Antony was able to keep Brother Scales calm in the midst of his rage, but this did not include another situation. That was when Oscar was out of his mind with anger.

Yes, Osne. Anou. Morissette was out of his mind. He knew that even if he made himself angry to death, he couldn't undo the damage he had suffered. It seemed that the God of Light was still fairer than he was, and things seemed to be going well, but there was such a major mistake at this most crucial moment.

"Annie, please stay here. You know, I have to take care of some things." Oscar said to Annie as he straightened his clothes.

Annie didn't know how she should respond, Oscar looked like he was going into battle! He hung an ancient shaped scimitar at his waist, a blade he hadn't used in two years, and Anne involuntarily shivered at the thought of all the bloodshed the scimitar had caused in the old days. Oscar was going to kill! He wouldn't have taken the knife with him if he hadn't intended to "handle" it himself.

"You must be careful." Annie tried to keep her voice calm.

Oscar nodded slightly, he knew he looked terrible with the knife but there were things he had to do and had to do.

Kissing Anne goodbye, Oscar walked towards the inner fortress, there was a long distance between fortress 2, where he was held, and the inner fortress, he moved slowly, quietly pondering the question.

The problem was so serious that Oscar didn't even know where to start thinking about it. The Oriental had died of a d**g overdose or a watery grave or maybe the God of Light had looked at him the wrong way, in short, the guy was dead. Died at the most inopportune time. Pars hadn't been able to save his life despite his best efforts, and Silka, the f*****g guy definitely deserved to die! But he didn't seem to have done anything wrong, so who should one blame? Who should one's knife strike? Light what?

Oskar gazed up at the starry night before the drawbridge of the Inner Fortress, he had never shown respect for that god in the far heavens, but at that moment he prayed to him silently in his heart, "Damn you! Punish me? Come on then! Nothing can stop me!"

The impostor lieutenant colonel led the way for Oscar in front of him, Oscar remained silent throughout, he knew this damned place better than anyone else, he even knew the location of every rat hole here.

He didn't go to see Pars and Silka, he didn't want to face them yet, just didn't want to because he didn't know what to say to them. As for the unlucky Oriental, forget it! He had no interest in his death or his body.

In Domolga Prison secretly imprisoned a man who made all the kings and bigwigs in the entire western continent scared, this guy called himself 13, from the distant eastern kingdom, no one knew why he appeared in Titan, and even more so why he wanted to be an assassin, by virtue of his intelligence and martial arts skills, he would become a party of important ministers under any of the kings, but he chose to be an assassin who could only But he chose to be an assassin who could only appear in the darkness, and the end result of his doing so was to be imprisoned forever in the watery dungeon that never saw the sunlight all year round in the inner fortress of Domolga Prison.

As Oscar made his way to the most terrifying cell in all of Domolga, he was remembering every single thing that had happened with this Mr. Killer from the moment he met him. He didn't know him, and he was curious about this teacher in his own name. It was because of this that Oscar had added a condition to his promise to grant this Mr. Killer his freedom, he never attached conditions to anyone he was trying to save, but he made an exception for his teacher, he wanted to know about his teacher's past.

Oscar knew every detail of all the assassinations his assassin teacher had carried out in Titan because that was part of what he was learning, but the assassin had never mentioned to him what he had done in his own land. Oscar already knew he might never get the chance to truly know his teacher.

The door to the water dungeon was surprisingly made out of a single block of granite, and Oscar was secretly glad he hadn't been held here for too long every time he saw the stone door, which weighed more than a thousand pounds.

Killer 13 was surprised by the visit of his former "roommate", as he remembered that Oscar had said that the last time he saw him would be outside in the free world. Sensitively, 13 immediately realized that something was wrong. He was even more convinced when he saw Oscar's apologetic face.

The super killer who was already in his early fifties looked like a normal middle-aged man, Oscar didn't know how 13's looks should be evaluated in the Eastern Continent, but to his own eyes, this powerful and terrifying killer could only be described as bland. He was full of reverence for the King of Killers whose half of his body was submerged in dirty water, and if it wasn't for the care and teaching of this mysterious Oriental Killer, Oscar believed that he would never have survived those initial days when he was imprisoned in Domolga.

"Good evening." Killer 13 didn't say much, and it was already rare for him to take the initiative to greet someone.

Oscar wasn't honored by this, the King of Killers had always been cold to people, but Oscar knew full well that even his own father didn't necessarily have the same affection that 13 had for him.

"Huh..! Hello! Have you missed me lately? My dear roommate."

"How can I put it? You little fat a*s happen to be the last person I want to think about, remember all the trouble you got me into? Little fat boy."

"Remember! Always remember, I haven't forgotten for a moment those times I spent here with you."

"That doesn't seem to be your way of speaking; tell me, what has happened?"

Oscar did not answer; he plunged into the pool of dirty water. His chubby body stirred up countless splashes.

"You didn't come here to swim, did you?" 13 cried a little.

"No." Oscar sighed, "I came here to greet you one last time, my teacher."

"Oscar I'm not your teacher! I remember saying that many times."

"Why? Why is it that you have taught me countless things yet you won't let me call you that?"

"Because I don't want your little uninformed a*s to die not long after you get out of prison, don't you want to know about my past? Since you think that we may not have the chance to meet again then I will tell you, first of all is my name, that's true, I am 13, the organization that gave birth to me and raised me gave me this name, this name is not only my only identity but also the symbol of my status within the organization. Secondly, the organization I am in, you may have guessed it, it is a killer group, I can say without exaggeration, it is the most powerful killer organization in the world, its name translated into titanic language is 'the city of assassination' you imagine the scale of it; finally, it is about why I am here, because of some reasons I broke away from the organization, in order to escape from the organization. Because of some reasons I left the organization, in order to avoid the organization's pursuit I fled to your country, nothing I have no other choice but to return to my old profession, the next thing is that I was arrested, and then was put into the water prison. And then I met you, the little guy. All right! Is there anything you don't like?"

"Of course, I'm sure what you say is true, but what does that have to do with me calling you teacher?" Oscar said a little anxiously.

"Oscar when did you become so stupid? I'm 13, that means there are 12 more terrifying killers above me, why else would I be hiding so far away, if the organization's scouts find out that you're related to me then you're done for little guy, each of those 12 guys can kill you with a random hit, do you understand when I say it like that?"

"I understand!" Oscar was scared, he hadn't felt this way in a long time, he had always thought that 13 was the most powerful, but that wasn't the case, the reason 13 was 13 was because that was all he was, he had said that there were 12 other assassins in the world that were more powerful than him.

"Heh heh! Little guy! Don't underestimate anyone in this world, to use one of your words, if the God of Light lets a person stand in the world, then that person has his or her existence, even if it's a little person who's too small to be a little person, he has his own ambition."

Oscar didn't say anything, he suddenly didn't want to leave here. Here, he was the king of Titan Darkness, what about in the free world? Was he not also a small man?

"Go! Child! Haven't I spent enough time in this safe place? Besides what am I going to do when I get out? I was already a dead man when I left the City of Assassination, you've done enough for me over the years, really, go after your own side of the world, if you don't think you're strong enough, then try to make yourself strong, I have a feeling that one day we'll meet in the free world, really. Why care about that overnight!" Killer 13 actually laughed after saying this.

Oscar saw that 13, who never had an expression on his face, actually smiled.

"So you know all about it! Did you?"

"No! I don't know! And I don't want to know."

"So ...... goodbye! My dearest roommate!"

"That's a much better title than teacher! Bye! My little Oscar!"

Oscar took one last look at the doors that were closing in, and everything he had experienced in ten years seemed to be locked inside.

"Big ...... big ...... big ...... big brother!" Poison Scorpion Silka stared at Osne . Anru. Morissette's hand gripping the hilt of his sword was somewhat incoherent, "You ...... you know! This ...... that ......"

"Enough! Scorpion, you have cost me a friend that I simply cannot part with." Oscar's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"I ...... am willing to accept your punishment." Silka knew it was useless to argue.

"No, Silka, I'm just letting you know the damage you've put me through, that friend of mine has no intention of pursuing you, so there's no reason for me to punish you, so you've picked up a life, but Silka! You must always remember that you got your life back from me! Understand?"

"Understood my most beloved Big Brother Scales! Your fairness can be compared to the God of Light, and if you need Silka's life sometime in the future, Silka will give it to you with both hands! Please believe me, I will not hesitate!"

"So are the others all set?"

"Please be sure to rest assured this time! All have been placed!"

Oscar's hand finally left his scimitar.

All in the room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Alright then! Everything is still going according to plan, just tomorrow! Silka, Pars, and the Lieutenant Colonel and your soldiers, make sure to be on your toes! I can't afford any more losses."

"Yes! Big brother!"

After hearing the affirmative reply from his men, Oscar turned and walked away, he plunged himself completely into the darkness, he was sad. He had even forgotten about the freedom he was going to get tomorrow, all he could think about was only one thing, and that was the once self-proclaimed mighty Osne . Anru. Morissette had left one of his friends behind in Domolga forever.

The night was so quiet, but the mood of the super criminals was so agitated, they gathered in the room prepared for the adults of the c******n's expedition, and they talked to each other in hushed tones! They talked about their sons and daughters they hadn't seen for a long time, they talked about their doubles in their own cells, and of course, the criminals talked most about how they were going to do something big in the shortest possible time after they got out of prison!

On April 9, 791, His Majesty Alpha III of the Titan Empire woke up early, today was his birthday, and he had countless receptions and diplomatic photo sessions to attend, not to mention all the celebrations that would be going on in Turin from morning until night. Despite the fact that such a day would be very tiring for the Emperor, His Majesty the Third was in a surprisingly good mood, and the countries of the continent as well as his subordinates had prepared generous gifts for his 50th birthday, the quantity and quality of which could be considered to be the highest of all years! It seems that he is still a successful emperor.

As far away as Domorca, Osnio. Anru. In fact, he didn't sleep a wink. The boy's eyes were bloodshot, he was about to have his last meal in prison, and all the big shots had come, and these adults looked at little Anru with all kinds of feelings in their eyes.

Oscar looked at his old friends one by one. Carla Silva, the old teacher of his own Titanic, French and German-Italian languages, who had taught him to read and write, and Dorami Basinger, the mad king of crime, who had taught him to read and write. Basinger, the mad king of crime, who taught himself how to be a wise and brave criminal; Gen! Watsaka. General Mohammed, a general blessed by the god of war, who taught himself to use a cutlass and their country's advanced method of counting; ooh-la-la! Ritchie the Liar! It was enough that the big liar had succeeded in making a little liar! The fellow who was concentrating on the turkey was Carter, the king of thieves, who had taught himself how to pick doors and roll locks. Next to Carter, with his unlucky face, was the former Paladin Sallah, who I'm afraid no one would be happy to frame him if it weren't for his obscene looks, oh! He was nicknamed "The Hedgehog"! As an analogy, he really looked like a small animal with thorns when he used his thin stabbing sword. Oscar hated thin and narrow stabbing swords, but he was still sure to be a small hedgehog.

Those other big brothers and big men all have some influence on Oscar to a greater or lesser extent, but Oscar really does not want to look back on it, the interaction with them is accompanied by blood and corpses, although Oscar does not exclude it, but at the dinner table to think of those dirty things is really a bit out of place.

No mention was made of the absent Mr. Killer, whom Oscar had mentioned many times before them as a gentleman of great strength, but whose path to freedom had been cut short by an accident yesterday, sadly, but helplessly. The heir of the house of Clirini had made a private appointment with Oscar, and said that his family would compensate Ossian for his loss by the life of Silka, and by an immense sum of gold, but Oscar declined the offer of Leon. But Oscar declined Leon Assea. Mr. Clerini, who said that none of it mattered. His friend was not willing to leave Hell.

The last breakfast of the inmates of Domorga Prison was spent in Oscar's carelessness. Everything that followed went as planned. The make-up artists under Scorpion Silka had deliberately dressed up the bigwigs, and the guys strutted out of Domolga, with the rare Molang left .

The Earl of Hanning also ran out to pester and kick in, and the Lord Lieutenant-General, in the strength of his last night's drink, embraced and bade farewell to the escaped prisoners one by one, and the convicts, though a little puzzled, did not refuse the gentleman's kindness.

Thus, twenty-six extremely dangerous criminals were lost from Domolga Prison, and they were escorted by the impostor's close-guard to a deserted farm outside Domolga, where the criminals' kinsmen and associates were waiting for them, and the fireworks that ensued after the meeting between the two sides were enough to bring tears to their eyes, and the homeless bigwigs were warmly invited by their former cellmates to leave after choosing their own places to go, with the only exception of General Wosaka, Ritchie the Liar and the Poison Doctor chose to stay, they did not choose to stay on the small farm, they were planning to follow Oscar Jr.

General Wosaka had no other choice but to follow Oscar, it was very far away from his country, besides he never intended to go back, in the Titan Empire which was hostile to the Bohemians, he could only rely on powerful people like Oscar Jr. Otherwise he would have been chased by the local commoners when he stepped out of a mile.

Liar Richie's reason for following Oscar is simple, he wants to return to high society, his former partner has sent him new identification documents, he is now an accountant in the Duke of Anru's family in Narcissus County, Titan Empire, the baron named Mr. Ebbs is under the command of Dortmund. Anru. Duke Netagabo's orders to come to Domolga to serve his young master, who had just been released from prison.

Poison Doctor Pars seems to have no particular reason to subconsciously want to follow the little fat man, Oscar's weight loss program still needs him to be in charge of formulating and planning.

What was Oscar doing at this time?

"Annie! Geez! Give me a break! Are you going to move the whole place? What else is all this ...... this ...... and this ...... stuff going to do? We're going to the bustling capital of the Empire, not to the poor countryside. Oh come on! Stop pretending! Put down what you're holding." Oscar never knew he and Annie had so much useless stuff. "Is that what you're talking about?" Antony raised the nightgown in her hand. "You heartless little man! I sewed this for you myself when you were ten! You're going to throw it away? I'm going to die of grief!"