The God of Jesters
Chapter 437 - 7.13.1 My very own Knight.

Chapter 437: 7.13.1 My very own Knight.

Plans change.

Or so one might have wondered, but the thing is. The passion of war is hard to deny. I want to experience it, even if it’s from the perspective of a fake like me.

The losses don’t matter, what matters is the joy of deaths and misery that is intermixed with hope for a better future.

This was the thing that was different between us and Cynark. They were a kingdom of oppressors with an army of nothing more than slaves, while we were fighting for our own future. A future with no more death anymore.

Meaning, that the people of Yethel were much more driven than the likes of soldiers from Yethel, it was only their population of elites that gave them an edge.

As for the issue with Kairut’s request, the destruction of his place can still be carried out in different ways.

Closing my eyes I found myself in the world of dreams, or consciousness where countless chains that appeared illusory were struck to my monstrous body. With the exception of the head that seemed to hold the state of my bloodline, the rest of my heads opened their eyes one at a time for sentences.

This might appear odd, but those three were one and the same, originating from the personality of mine. So there was not much confusion on my end when enough time had gone by, instead a sense of balance existed in my head.

A balance that allowed me to grasp the little bits of talents brought by the new state of existence I have found myself in.

By the time I had opened my eyes, I found myself in another room, where a man seemed to be busy with his work, writing down the rumors he had acquired noting down anything presentable that might be of use in a book.

With another flick of my eyelids, I found myself in another place where a boy was jumping around stealing candies from children and sometimes even the fingers of some passersby whose looks he didn’t like.

Then with another flick of my eyes, I found myself in what seemed to be a dungeon. "..." I remained silent for a bit, seemingly surprised with a hint of relief, before flicking my eyes again and finding the one I had been looking for all this while.

"He is here."

The rebels were probably one of the main reasons for my current state, but I can’t blame them for it, it’s not their fault that their faith in me forced the change in my soul. And partially, it’s my fault to put up this foolish act, and I am reaping what I sowed all along.

So I was never here to punish this man. Instead, my purpose was somewhat different.

"Wake up Humraaz." With those words, the man who seemingly slept in a damp corner of his room woke up from his sleep.

This can be considered odd as there was a perfect and clean bed on the side, but the man still chose to sit on the damp ground away from it. Which seemed crazy from the outside, but there are certain habits that people just can’t give up on easily.

And that remained true for one of the leaders of the rebellion who lived close to Durum.

"??" And hearing my voice, he woke up in the dream world I constructed.

My current form was a simple one. There was no need to act grandiose at the moment, for I am here for a much simpler purpose. "You?.. " He looked at me confused for a bit, before a smile etched on his face. "You... I have seen you..." he spoke again before dropping to his knees."

"Yes, you have," I said with a smile.

Among the Rebels, Humraaz was the one with the strongest belief in me. So much so that he had been able to see my visage in his dreams. He had faith in me rivaling those of my direct subordinates, making it take a while before I finally found him.

"Lord, I had been waiting for your words... we are aimless, powerless. The words I spoke to them are not enough." And then he begged. The words he spoke about were the words of assurance that he gave his men. But on the inside, he knew that no matter how powerless people struggle, nothing would change against those who hold strength.

Being a powerless rebel is the same as being a moth surrounded by flames. A single flicker of his wings can burn him to ashes.

"Worry not, I made my men bright you all together, so, of course, I had a plan and a definite cure to your problems."

"Lord, what... what do you mean?"

"It’s simple... you need Knights of your own, the Knights of Jester."

"And you Humraaz, will be my very first Knight." Saying such words, my body turned into light and directly entered the body of Humraaz, who woke up from this dream of his in panic.

"What?" Looking around, he found everything remained the same.

No, everything was not the same.

"Wha.. What is this?" Looking around, he noticed the oddity.

"Ghost?" There were phantoms around him, barely moving.

"The shadows of the dead, they are nothing but just a remnant of the past, not a ghost." This was basic knowledge for all the mystics, but for an ignorant man like Humraaz, that basic knowledge caused him to suddenly smile. "I... I can see it... so it was not a dream." He could not hear me anymore, but I can see him clearly.

In his youth, Humraaz was considered a fool, as it took a while for him to speak and even longer before he could form proper words while speaking to his companions. Which caused him to suffer from lots of bullying during his youth.

No one ever thought that he would amount to anything nor would he ever get a job with the factory of Luthanza with how things were going. That’s what was considered of people with problems like Humraaz.

Of course, the truth was much more complicated.

"Autism was it?" The man who appeared like a fool suffered from a rare mental condition since his childhood, but this rare condition was also followed by the appearance of his godly talent which was simply the talent for concentration.

Humraaz had a monstrous amount of focus and during the first year of learning and fixing the problems in the factory, he had come close to dying due to how focused he was on work.

He forgot to eat drink or even ask for help, while he kept fixing the little machines that had broken during operation.

That’s the kind of man he was.

But in my eyes, this was a talent in itself.

A perfect talent for someone who will become my first Knight. Of which, the first portion had been completed.

"Hone your mind, the true blood of mine will be given to you soon enough." For greater gods, a thought of there is all that is necessary to elevate a mortal to the realm of Knight, they can modify the bloodline and realm easily.

But for me, to create the first Knight, some extra steps were needed.

Or so it seems from what Lord Emotion told me.

"The unification of soul and body, along with the perfect compatibility with donor." The blood that is normally used in the ceremony is borrowed from existing Knights, and rarely does original blood exist throughout the centuries when it came to true gods who sat atop the world.

The origin blood in their specific case would come from the very first Knight they chose. And in this specific case, the one I chose for this job was Humraaz. A man who had nothing in his mind but revenge.

’First is mind unification.’ It’s why I started the process and implanted him with a trace of my spirituality, which would grow in him as he acted according to my wishes.

A spirituality that would give him access to inhuman senses but nothing more, when this spirituality is mixed with my blood, then a new world will open up for Humaraaz.

The world of Knights.

The only problem about this all is that the limit of my blood is barely at Adept rank or even lower. The source, which is me is also at just Adept rank. And there is a high chance, that no matter how compatible Humaraaz is with my blood, or how talented he is on the path of Knight, even if he were to carve a path of his own through self-cultivation, the most he could even reach is the peak of a knight trainee.

This is enough, as my strength increases, Humaraaz’s limits will be released as well, and before long, he can become the source for more of my Knights.

"Get stronger little guy." With those words, I left my destination, the old platoon I was part of.

War was here, and I was not going to let such a great opportunity go to waste.