The God of Jesters
Chapter 404 - 7.04.4 Rebel scum.

Chapter 404: 7.04.4 Rebel scum.

"You.. alive?" Asked Vegal while wondering if I had a trace of life in me considering how my body smoked.

"Yes, for now, I am." Removing the latches that bound my hands, I fell from my seat. Which was the moment when Vegal rushed and stabbed me with a regeneration potion. Starting the healing process.

"You are being such a burden on me. I could have been working on my projects... not helping you train."

"Ho, there are few who know my true identity and even fewer who I can trust. And you are among them." Of course, the truth was that Vegal was under a strict contract where even the thought of betrayal would cause a severe side effect on him. So he can’t ever imagine harming me.

This was not the case for many others who were aware of who I was.

"Treat it as a weekly vacation from your lab... and don’t you get to torture me? This should be fun somewhat."

"Such thoughts only cause me pain, so I stopped having them." He glared at me while winching, which was a sign that his pain had flared up again. But this was enough.

I seem to be close to understanding how to modify my muscles and cells in such a way that they generate electricity.

"Why so much work, I can just add some augments over your skin, or directly graft an eel’s skin on your arm, it might help you with your training."

"No such need, I prefer the process to the results." I denied Vegal’s shortcut and remained adamant about doing things the old way.

That’s where the romance was, the romance of adventure and growth, which I never get to experience on account of me being a wraith.

*****

Letting Vegal go back to his work, I got up and felt that the muscle atrophy caused by the dangerous amount of electricity had been healed. I knew got in a shower and took a long bath.

You must be wondering what I was doing these days, or would I go on another big adventure?

But none of such were the case. I just enjoyed a simple life since coming from Cynark and besides managing my Church from time to time, I focused entirely on the practice of my Knighthood.

This produced immense results as time went by, making me feel closer to my bloodline which in turn caused the appearance of that transparent blade to appear in front of me more often.

Just like now, sitting on the top of the table, tempting me to hold it. Which I did. "You are one good pet," I spoke to it, before throwing it out the window. Knowing full well that it would appear to me once again.

But I was not as dependent on that thing as my Master. He was born with a weak body, he needed something to compensate for his weakness, and make things reach a level playing field with his enemies.

Which was not so important to me considering the immense amount of modifications my body has gone through.

Though, as I threw it out, I paused. "Hmm?" I turned my head to the scenery outside my apartment, and then at a particular place where I saw the figure of an old friend who seemed to be waiting for me.

******

There was a man who I hadn’t seen for a while. A man who was able to escape my grasp and turn servant into a bunch of annoying godlike beings who were a great cover for me, but really moody and needy.

Beings who I don’t wish to meet unless I had no choices left.

As for this friend of mine.

He seemed to have enjoyed his job, appearing way healthier than the last time I spoke with him, which might have given him more energy to dress properly. Which was a choice I wouldn’t have taken considering that the meeting spot was right in front of a sewer entrance.

"You are using my tricks now?" Kairut asked, looking at the bottom. Specifically toward an insect, who gleefully climbed on Kairut’s arm and then crawled into his ear.

"You are still sloppy." He complained, and I can understand why he would think as such.

Kairut was an Entomancer in the occult department. He could control all kinds of insects and most of his spells also had to do with spells.

Spells that I borrowed and merged with my control of small critters to create this wonderful chatting centipede, who could relay my thoughts to others without the need for them to fall into sleep.

Of course, there were some specific restrictions that I don’t find good enough to talk about now. "Oh Kairut, how long has it been? Did they treat you well in my place? I bet they didn’t... probably sending you on all sorts of stupid errands... didn’t they?" I showed my worry to Kairut, ignoring his comment on my creation.

It’s been so long since I could talk to this man who found refuge under those godly figures. So I was going to relish this chance.

But it would seem Kairut had another idea, as I felt the connection with me and the centipede suddenly go void, before coming back. "Just focus on the work... I don’t wish to play your games at the moment."

There was no envy in Kairut’s eyes that he once used to hold while looking at me. Nor was there fear of death in him anymore. Causing his true nature to surface, affecting his treatment of me. Who could now provide nothing to him?

"I was just worried about you... and this is how you treat me, boohoo." I made a crying sound but soon changed my tune the moment I saw a slight fluctuation of mana around him.

This time, he might really kill the centipede. "That’s just a joke... a joke. No need to be angry." I stopped him before he went too far and ended this meeting prematurely. "Just tell me the reason, the servant of Lord Emotion calls me for?"

"... This request is not from the lord, but it’s from me."

"Oh, that explains all this secrecy... and considering Lord’s emotion, he is not the kind to snoop around the sewers." That gaudy fella loved to act civil in front of the masses, but he was oddly enough, somewhat squeamish.

"Then speak old friend, what is it that you want." Kairut seemed ready to answer, but he suddenly stopped.

He struggled over his thoughts, wondering if making a request to me was correct or not.

He wondered if I was the correct one for this job, or if coming here was a mistake to begin with.

So many conflicting thoughts in one person alone, but at the end of the day, he still had to choose. And he chose to go with me.

"I wish for you to annihilate Lucien’s abode."

"Huh?"

*****

They were foolish, ignorant, and weak.

A bunch of hopeless bunch that would have disappeared from the world if not for the mercy of those with strength.

Beings were born for one purpose and one purpose alone, which was to serve the biologically superior beings who carried bloodline or mana.

Of course, these beings were none other than commoners.

"We commoners won’t be suffering under their oppression anymore."

The leader of the rebels made a speech in a place where only rats lived, a giant pool of sewage outside the city of Durum.

A city that initially struggled with the refugee crisis a few years ago. Which was solved easily with a plague that came out of nowhere.

A plague in which many died, while many were kicked out on account of them being carriers, all in order to prevent the spread of the illness.

Bringing the population of the city under control.

"But we all know what happened... this is how they do it, this is how I lost my mother and father. They are beings with godly strength, and they can’t stop a plague?... No, they can, but they didn’t weed us out... It’s population control on their part. Just like the false war that they claim might begin at this very moment."

"All lies... all false. All of it just to take more money from us on account of war taxes."

"We, who barely have anything to eat."

Words of passion, words of anger, words spoken specifically to incite emotion. Those were the words that made the haggard expressions of the commoners light up in emotion.

"We have tried with words, we have tried to grow in the system they have created, but the most we can become is their servant. Even borrowing a bloodline does nothing. We will always be weeds in their eyes."

"The time for talks is over."

"We have to destroy this old system and build up a new system over its corpse."

"A world of commoners, a world where we can be free."