Chapter 65: Violence

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(This chapter contains forms of violence that readers might find disturbing.)

Sylas sipped his coffee, about a few hundred years of thousand has passed in Eden, but time is the universe seemed like a second, suddenly a vortex in his coffee appeared

"Hm..?" Curiously he looked down, to see a hand coming out of his cup, jumping back, lance of Velrage appeared in his hand, the demon king of salvation has come back it seems….

"Greetings Mister Sylas, it appears as though you have ascended." The demon king's voice rang out throughout Eden, "So you came back, took you a long time." 

Before Sylas could get another word out, he was getting erased from existence, which he nullifies, "that stuff doesn't work on me anymore." 

Their battle started, Sylas threw Velrage at the demon king, which he stopped and Velrage teleported back to Sylas's grip, "ugh, this dude has alway been so annoying." Velrage complained as Sylas was getting ready for a counterattack when the demon king threw a punch, blocking, Sylas elbowed him, it was funny to think the demon king was getting overpowered by mere physical attacks.

Suddenly, Sylas felt a sharp pain that shouldn't be there, like getting scratched, it shouldn't hurt so much, but it does…It felt as down his insides were shifting and spiralling upwards and downwards.

…

A single sentence was heard, "I'm taking your dimensionality away." weakened, Sylas fell to the ground, his eyes shut down, and so did his mind.

He had been weakened to the point of a human, getting his dimensionality dragged down to third-dimensional.

….

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a cell, a prison cell. His hands shackled, in dirty rags a soldier with a bayonet arrived outside his cell, "Number 1836, come out." 

Curious on what was going on, he stepped out of his cell, and the soldier gestured for Sylas to follow him. Sylas follows the soldier into a large room, where about 2233 people were, in the same prison clothes as him.

And than he heard it, screams and cries, of men, children and women, they were getting number burned or "tattooed" on their arms, once that was finished, they were sent back to their cells.

The soldier grabs Sylas's shackles and brings him to on of the many soldiers, of course, he was merely a human who had vast knowledge now, so he feels pain, but he didn't let it show.

'N1836' was tattooed on his left arm, and he was brought back into his cell…he had a cellmate too.."Names N1835, N1836 is it. Sounds symbolic but I don't know why." His cellmate said, standing at 189 cm, his cellmate had 'N1835' and also a large spider tattoo on his right hand.

Some facial hair, muscular, looks like the average construction worker.

….

"So, what's going on here?" Sylas asks curiously, "oh right, you were knocked unconscious, we're slaves."

A single thought came to Sylas's mind, '…again?'

…

A day passes, at 08:15 in the morning, all slaves were called to the mining district, it was a large area, about a whole castle wide, thousands of slaves were there, children and women were all forced to work..

So many memories rushed back to Sylas, his life as Magnar…but that didn't matter anymore, he just needed to survive and escape.

"You gonna let your hair be loose or tie it up?" One of the soldiers' says, Sylas's shoulder length black hair won't cause any trouble so that was irrelevant.

Picking up a pickaxe, he started, he gained quite a lot of knowledge from N1835, his cellmate, all mining starts at 08:15 in the morning and ends at 03:30 pm in the afternoon.

…

Somewhere else in the mining district, there was a female miner getting forced to go into the king's quarters.

"Let's make this easier for the both of us, quietly come with us." One of the four soldiers says but the woman resists, tired the four men grab her and knock her unconscious, carrying her to the king's quarters.

When she awoke, her found herself on a king-sized bed, the luxury room filled with jewellery, the large double door cracked open, as the king entered..King Cedric.

"Ah, greeting..Princess of Ceordin.." he says..This female is, The former princess of Ceordin, Melisa Ceordin Cedric had killed her father, and her knights. Sitting down on the bed, Cedric touched her thigh, the touch to her felt like a snake slithering, it made her want to vomit in disgust.

Melisa slapped his hand away, angered at this, Cedric shoves her to the ground, before he could lash her, a maid of his came and apologised on Melisa's behalf. Taking Melisa away, Cedric ordered the maid, "bathe her." 

Nodding, the maid took Melisa to a luxury room..after the maid washed Melisa, she said, "You're lucky he didn't burn you feminine parts." Hearing this Melisa froze…a hour later, Melisa was taken by the guards to Cedric's room. 

The guards left Cedric and Melisa alone…Cedric wanted a heir if he ever died, one that will follow in his footsteps, to him, It didn't matter if Melisa didn't want to bed him..

….

In the capital of Ceordin, Luxen, There were people chanting in-front of a large board, on it board it said, 'Slavery is freedom' Ceordin now has a reputation of enslavement, believing that if they're free from choice they can work and live in prefect order, in the eyes of the visionary! 

"Slavery is freedom!" The people chanted, but they merely feared what will happen to them if they do not follow their king, king Cedric had killed the former king, Edward Ceordin…

..

On the planet of Neyern, The people of Neyern were being slaughtered, going to war with ceordin, they were brought to the enslavement district.

There were two paths, the path to slavery and labour, and the path to the slaughterhouse, those who went into the slaughterhouse known as Justien were put in gas chambers, it didn't matter if it was a woman or a child..The soldiers in Justien had the worst degradation methods known to man.

Calling the people of Neyern, also known as Nayran 'Vermils' and going so far as to kill the mothers and children in Justien for mere amusement, one soldier bayoneted a pregnant female of the Nayran race and ripped its fetus out just as a warning for the others to stay quiet.

(A/N: all of this is purely fictional! I do not support any of this!)

The king's philosophy remained the same, To him, freedom is the burden of choice, which only leads to suffering. By enslaving people, he "frees" them from the agony of decisions, ensuring they live under his perfect order.

He seeks to enforce his domination over the entire universe, enslaving the entire universe for his own personal benefit and gain.

A few weeks ago, a election was held between him and Lisa rose, a high rank politician, the people would get to choose their leader, for his benefit, he gave a high speech promising the nation power and food, The ability to live without having to worry about food or daily necessities. 

 "My people, my brothers, my children… you stand at the crossroads of history."

"For years, you have toiled. For years, you have struggled—living under a system that has abandoned you, leaders who have failed you, and promises that have turned to dust. You have known hunger. You have known fear. But what if I told you… that era is over?" He spreads his arms, voice filled with conviction.

"I promise you a nation where no one starves. A world where no man, woman, or child must beg for scraps. A future where your hands will no longer tremble as they reach for what should be rightfully yours. Food, security, prosperity—this is not a dream. It is not a wish. It is the inevitable future… under my rule."

"But there are those who would keep you in chains. Those who promise freedom but offer only chaos. Those who claim to serve you, yet feed upon your suffering. Lisa Rose speaks of choice—she speaks of democracy. But tell me… what has 'choice' ever given you? Did it fill your stomach? Did it put food on your table? Or did it leave you abandoned in the dark, forced to fend for yourselves while they dined in golden halls?"

His expression hardens, his voice deepens, becoming almost hypnotic.

"I will not lie to you. Power demands sacrifice. But under my rule, you will not suffer in vain—you will rise. You will be fed, housed, protected. You will no longer live in uncertainty. No more hunger. No more fear. No more weakness."

"The old world is dying. A new order must be forged. And I… I will be the one to forge it." He raises his hand, his voice ringing across the crowd like thunder.

"Swear your loyalty to me, and you will never know hunger again."