The Conquerors Path

Chapter 940: Chapter 938-True Power.

The meeting quickly ended, and everyone left with the duties that were given to them. The last of the remaining members, though, Alex stood still for a moment, his eyes looking at me, the two of us being the only ones left in the room as he asked.

"There is no need for us to do anything, is there? You had set it all up from before, haven’t you?"

His words held deep emotion, and looking into those eyes that always only seem to split crazy, I could see the fear in them—a hint of fear of not understanding what I am. For the plans I said to come into fruition, things should have been planned for some time, but even above that, you need vulnerable resources and control within and outside the academy.

Power that is not easy to come by—power that even being the inheritor of Eleanor could not give me. And Alex, the one who thinks ahead, seemed to have understood, the dude finally being able to see a hint of the actual powers I hold in my hand and command, the situation making the man tremble for a moment as he spoke.

"The clubs? The reason you asked us to reach the top of our clubs— it will be our main central focus of attack, which would mean we will be breaking years of rules established since the academy, and we will be destroying things to its foundation. There will be no longer any rules to play by....."

Alex just said it simply, but I could see the swirls of questions running deep in his mind. I smiled, a soft, soft smile, as I asked him a simple question.

"Do you remember the words I said when we first met?"

My words made Alex’s eyes widen for a moment, after which that normal crazy smirk of his came to his face. Seeing so, he replied,

"You promised me chaos, and you are giving it to me, and I love it."

With such words, he started to walk away, though for a moment Alex paused at the door, turning to look back at me as he spoke.

"I don’t know what the end game of all this will be, but I do hope one day I will be able to enter into your true ranks and help you for real. We all do."

With those words, Alex left the room, leaving me seated alone, my mind running through the words she spoke of. Alex isn’t stupid, nor are any of the others. They all had the same problems and issues running in their minds, but they didn’t raise their questions—mainly due to their loyalty to me, but also to prove themselves to me that I can trust them, that I can let them in.

’How will you all react when my final aim is just to secure, manipulate and use women to achieve my final goal?’

I mused at those words, a hint of loneliness to myself as I thought of that. They all see it, and they all know I am far beyond what is known to the world and even to them. After all, the meeting with many of them began with a mystery that filled all of us—those olden day thoughts making me smile. Yes indeed, they were all different.

The plans I had set into motion—closing the gaps with rumours, killing off the healers’ routes, trapping points, gambling works and even breaking the trust from the inside—all of this won’t happen unless I have absolute control over everything happening within the academy.

For you see, from the beginning itself, I knew I would have to end up in the academy. After all, this is the main stage for everything to happen and for my goal to happen. I just couldn’t be present here; I would need great power here—basically overpowering resources, help and abilities that I would be able to make changes on the inside as I wish.

’And that goal wasn’t easy at all.’

Sure, Mia was the Dean and all, but in the end, I knew who she was. While she would be a bit help for me, it would never be the full thing, and there was the added risk that I didn’t want her knowing what and all I was up to. Which meant I needed a power faction inside the academy—not with the students, with the faculty, the hidden protectors. I needed them working for me.

Just like the students, there is a niche in here, of course, to only a certain limit—discrimination can’t form after all....

Anyhow, I knew many of the professors, even the lowest works had dialogues with them and special quests related to them, and I had played them all, from top to bottom, which meant I knew many of the people here better than their parents or even their partners did, and that was what I had used all this time.

I had set my sights on what should have happened. I hunted the resource I needed outside—the resources that would be of great use. Then I started to branch my power, which was the main problem: what could I have trusted?

And the church of Razellia fell into my hands. They became the perfect ones to form around my company once established. My books and my music started to sweep into the world, which meant influence and power at the top of the world. The name I made for myself helped with forming the power around me.

The control I wanted formed around the back of music and books, which meant it opened up several connections to people in the academy and, slowly by surely, all of them started to fall to me.

’Why can the devil tempt even the sweetest of souls to fall?’

The answer is simple.

"He knows your deepest desires....."

I spoke, and that was the answer. When I knew what they all wanted, it was easy to use them—even the hidden protectors of the academy. They also had things they wanted, things not easily capable of being reached, and all of that started to fall under my words. The company I started, which held me, the greatest authors and musicians judged by the world, easily reached them.

It was small temptations, small favours, and by the end of it all, with the help of the church and my company, I had established a power like never seen before in the city—and when I say city, I mean the whole city. It became even easier when the DarkNight joined me. Sure, I saved their asses and lives, but it’s no reason to stick so much of their head out for me.

’In the end, they were all business people in a sense.’

When they saw the power I have, they joined with me quickly.

A new force emerged, and once I had a foothold in the faculty, it was so much easier to spread my influence to the students. Scholarships, help and other factions formed around me. They never knew they were working for me, but these people owed me. People who work for me formed in here; they had no choice. I held their deepest desire, and once they did that one bad thing, they fell into my pocket of control.

Seniors started to need help, and people started to join together. Slowly and secretly, a faction of power attached; nobody knew but I did. I got the power within and outside. Slowly but surely, the ’corrupted’ faculty was mine to use.

The older students who had power in the academy started to work for me. Sure, they belonged to different factions and all, but they, in a sense, finally worked for me because their end livelihood was in my hands. And now with two churches supporting my back, the power I hold has grown to another level that can’t be understood, which helped boost control here, too.

When those outside students rushed in, they wanted to settle in. They needed help. Different factions needed different materials; they needed points. They were big bosses outside, but when they entered here, they needed support. And with sudden reference, my ’faction’ started to move. When I got to know about this movement, I understood the fact that the war council will try to pull the teachers they own to help in here.

What they didn’t know was the fact that these teachers were bought by me a long time ago, which meant the faculty called to help guide the newly arrived students towards the people I wanted them to go to. My control, which was big inside and outside here, became the central point for these ones to thrive, and my members opened up a ’route’ to help these new students, showing that we were on their side—a neutral force that supports and helps.

In fact, my members even helped the new students to form ideas—ideas about using the clubs, a place that should not be touched as a central focus to gather power and cause issues. Problems will be used to grow there.

’Not knowing, they will be my scapegoats.’