Chapter 4: Future Plan

Wow, amazing! Now my plan can finally be implemented. System, you're awesome!" Mehbub exclaimed.

"By the way, System, are the people provided by you real? I mean, are they like us or just biochemical humans?" Mehbub asked curiously.

"The people provided by this system are real, just like you. They have emotions," the system replied.

"Great! But won't I be discovered with such a large army?" Mehbub said with concern.

"You don't need to worry about that. You only need to designate the location, and they will be transported there without anyone noticing," the system assured.

"Awesome! With you, I'll definitely reach the top of the world," Mehbub declared confidently.

"Don't get too excited, Host. This is a one-time service, and it's only available in British India. Due to your current situation, the system rewarded you generously this time, but future rewards won't be as easy to obtain," the system cautioned.

"Oh, I see. That explains why the reward was so generous," Mehbub said, realizing the reason.

The system remained silent. Seeing there was no response, Mehbub gave an instruction.

"System, receive the rewards, except for the ones related to the army."

Following his command, the system transferred the rewards. As the knowledge flooded his mind, Mehbub felt a slight pain, but it was bearable. After digesting the information, a syringe containing a serum was delivered into his hand.

"System, are there any side effects from this serum after injecting it?" he asked.

"No, there are no side effects. Your body will gradually grow stronger until you turn 20. The changes will be subtle, but the serum will also prolong your life and slow down the aging process," the system explained.

Nodding in understanding, Mehbub injected the serum into his right arm. After a moment of anticipation, he realized there were no immediate, noticeable changes, and he sighed in relief, glad it wouldn't be difficult to explain any sudden transformations.

Now it was time for the next reward: secretaries provided by the system.

"System, about the secretaries... It wouldn't be good if their sudden appearance arouses suspicion."

"Everything the system does has a logical explanation. No one will doubt you, Host," the system reassured.

"Great! By the way, when will they arrive?" Mehbub asked.

"They will arrive when you take office tomorrow. You can also select their appearance, age, height, professional field, and other details to suit your needs," the system informed.

Mehbub grinned with excitement. "Amazing! Hmm... let me think about it..." After a brief pause, he spoke again.

"System, arrange the secretaries as follows:

1. A British woman proficient in Science and Technology, with the appearance of Kendall Jenner.

2. A French woman proficient in Finance and Management, with the appearance of Marilyn Monroe.

3. A Russian woman proficient in Intelligence and Security, with the appearance of Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow.

4. A German woman proficient in Law and Business, with the appearance of Elizabeth Olsen as Scarlet Witch from Marvel.

5. An Italian woman proficient in Foreign affairs, with the appearance of Monica Bellucci."

After giving the details, Mehbub couldn't help but nod with satisfaction. He was eager to see them in person. Feeling accomplished, he lay down and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, after getting ready, he arrived at the court where everyone, including his father, was present. His father stood up and addressed the room.

"My son will handle everything from now on. I hope all of you will assist him in the future."

The court members looked at Mehbub and replied, "We will definitely support the lord."

Mehbub nodded and added, "I hope you will guide me, and together, we will lead this land to glory."

With that, the court session proceeded as usual. After dealing with various matters, Mehbub retired to his office to review documents. A knock on the door interrupted his work. He looked up to see his father standing there. Mehbub stood, intending to offer his father his seat, but his father stopped him.

"No, stay seated. This position belongs to you now," his father said as he sat in the chair opposite Mehbub. After a moment, he asked, "Are you still working on your plan?"

"Yes, everything is ready. I've been working on it for seven years, and now it's all set," Mehbub replied confidently.

"Are you sure about this? You need to think it over carefully. If you fail, everything will be lost," his father warned.

"I know, but someone has to do it," Mehbub said determinedly.

His father asked, "What's the current status?"

"I've gathered 500,000 troops, scattered across India in various locations. In addition, we have 10,000 guards, 20,000 special forces, and 20,000 standing soldiers. We also have a cavalry of 50,000. We've looted British, French, Russian, and Ottoman ships, so we have enough firearms stored in different locations. We've also recruited a navy of 10,000, disguised as pirates, and the ships I ordered from America are ready," Mehbub explained in detail.

Hearing this, his father became solemn. "How did you manage all this?"

"I recruited scattered rebel groups, paid villagers large salaries, and recruited pirates. Scholars helped identify key individuals. And for jihad, many are willing to give their lives," Mehbub said calmly.

His father, emotional, sighed deeply. "I know you've had big ambitions since childhood, and this place can't contain you. But be cautious. I've spoken to my most loyal followers. Do what you need to do. I'm old, but I'll support you."

Mehbub, touched by his father's words, nodded. His father added, "Remember, men should have strong hearts."

"By the way," his father continued, "I adopted some foreign orphans to support you in the past. Now that you've become the Nawab, they will help you in the future. They each have their own talents, and they've studied abroad. You'll meet them when you return to your residence. They will serve as your aides."

Hearing this, Mehbub recalled the system's words from the previous night and nodded.

"When will you launch your plan?" his father asked.

"In six months, after the spies confirm the British troop movements. I've already sent them to investigate any changes in the British forces. Some have managed to infiltrate as sepoys, and although their current positions aren't significant, they can still provide useful information about the troops locations and numbers" Mehbub said.

After discussing the details with his father, Mehbub finally convinced him. His father left, and Mehbub returned to his residence.