"Ha, sucker!" a muscular boy shoved a skinny one, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"This is what happens when you are weak!" the muscular boy exclaid as he puffed out his chest.
"Why are you doing this?!" the weak boy cried in pain.
"It's simple, really! You're weak, and I'm strong—that's the reason!" the muscular boy proclaid.
The weak boy didn't believe the muscled boy, so he decided to read his thoughts. He gazed into his eyes for a mont.
'Man, I hope that Aly saw that!' the muscular boy thought as he looked around, only to realize that the two were alone.
"God damn it, I hate this orphanage!" the muscular boy cursed.
"Is it fun? Being strong?" the weak one asked.
The muscular one scoffed. "Of course."
"Then can you let experience it?" the weak one asked.
Before the muscular boy could respond in any way, his eyes widened for a mont.
The weak boy collapsed on the ground as now there wasn't anyone inhabiting the body.
The muscular boy looked at his hand, clenched it into a fist, feeling the power in his muscles and how they fueled his strength. A smile curled across his face.
"This body is so much better!" he exclaid.
*****
"What about this one?" he muttered as he gazed at the eyes of a boy that seed to have a family.
The boy he had been inhabiting just a second ago collapsed, looking hollow, while the boy with the family glanced around.
He threw a gaze at his father and mother.
"Honey, are you coming?" the mother called out.
Taking a second to respond, the boy smiled. "Yes!"
*****
'What about this one?' he thought as he changed his body again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
It was hard to decide who he wanted to be. There was always a better option. Should he choose a handso one, popular with the ladies, or a wealthy one, making his life easier?
When had all of this started? Who was he, and where had he been born?
He didn't rember it as it had been too long since then.
There was only one thing that he knew about himself.
His class made him able to enter into people's subconscious. If he entered just a little, he would be able to read their thoughts; if he entered fully, he would take control of them—as long as their mind wasn't too strong.
One would have thought he would eventually find a body he liked, but he didn't…
Not for a long ti…
That was until he gazed at the young boy that was surrounded by a lot of guards.
"Oh gods, look how cute he is!"
"Tell ! Isn't he the cutest out of all of them?!"
"Draconis is the one that should lead the empire in the future!"
"I agree, not to ntion that if what I've heard is true, his class is a powerful one!"
He listened intently to the whispers of the crowd as he gazed at the boy with golden eyes and hair.
'Is that one of the children of the emperor?' he thought.
Being a future emperor sounded nice… He would have the looks, the money, and the power, if what the common folk were saying was true.
"Then… why don't I try it? Why don't I beco emperor?" he muttered as his gaze locked with the boy's for just a second.
In that mont, the man he was inhabiting collapsed to the ground, causing those around him to worry.
"Prince Draconis, are you okay?" one of the guards asked, noticing that the boy had stopped walking.
The boy took a few seconds to respond as if adjusting to his body.
"Yes!" he proclaid with a cheerful smile.
After that day, the prince's personality shifted slightly, causing his family to worry, but not enough to raise alarm.
He grew and trained.
With ti, he grew even more.
Soon after, he killed his brothers and sisters.
He killed most of the family heads who could pose a problem for him in the future. Of course, he didn't stop at their leaders; the entire bloodline needed to be eradicated.
It was better to be safe than sorry.
At the end, he killed his father and mother as well.
All of the people in line of the throne were long gone.
"Long live Emperor Draconis VII!" the soldiers shouted in unison, welcoming their new ruler.
Silently watching from his throne, Draconis gazed at the people gathered around, all with the sole intention of serving him.
His lips curled into a nacing smile. "Being Draconis… isn't so bad!" he remarked.
*****
He was strong, but there were a few who were stronger, like Elysia and so of the heads of the great families. Their minds were too powerful to be entered . Even attempting to enter their minds, even slightly, felt like it would destroy him.
But he wanted perfection! He wanted to be perfected!
At first, he started having many children, raising them to be perfect…
All of them were failures, except for Amara, but that didn't matter…
It was impossible; he had to admit it—no human could ever reach perfection.
But… why should he remain human? Couldn't he strive to beco sothing better? Sothing higher?
"But what could be considered perfect?" he asked himself.
A god. That was the only thing that ca to mind.
But it beca clear that for it to work, he would need a newly born god, as the less experienced the mind, the higher the chance he could take control. But that ant it was impossible. All the gods were unimaginably old.
"Why don't we create one?" By pure chance, Draconis t a man who called himself the Salesman.
Apparently, he didn't have a real na and preferred to be referred to as such.
"How would that even work?" Draconis asked.
"My class is Soul Wielder," the man explained. "All you need to create a demigod is a lot of souls as sacrifice and a suitable body."
From that day forward, the decision was made.
The Salesman would experint on nurous people, employing various thods to stir chaos within their souls. Once finished, the empire's treasure—the heart of a primordial demon—would serve as the vessel for the demigod.
*****
It was a long and torturous journey.
So many problems arose along the way.
But that didn't matter; all of it had been worth it.
All of this had led to this single mont.
Draconis's lips curled into a maniacal smile as he locked eyes with the demigod, watching the ever-changing color of its pupils.
The emperor's body, now a hollow husk, collapsed to the ground, devoid of any soul.
Elysia paused for a mont as she saw the emperor's body fall, just before she could pierce him with her dagger.
A chill ran down her spine as she lifted her gaze, staring at the demigod.
The unfathomable being fixed its gaze on Elysia, and slowly, a twisted smile appeared on its dreadful face.
Draconis, the emperor of the Draconian Empire, was no more.
Now, it was the Demigod of Chaos, the future ruler of the world.
With the birth of the inhuman being, the world trembled.
The calamity had begun.
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