I Shall Evolve Everything

A man, eyes as cold as the frigid winter glared into the distant mountaintops. In his hand was the eagle hybrid, better known as the realm protector.

*POP*

The head in his hands popped like a balloon, the realm protectors were a joke. This mission seemed more like punishment, he would have rather been sent to the frontlines, a death sentence even for one as strong as him, rather than being sent to conquer this new realm.

The elves behind him cheered, seeing his unshakable strength. A pillar of strength, a commander willing to brave the front lines just as they were ordered to.

His gaze swept the ocean of soldiers, their eyes opened with hope. The great majority of them have seen no combat.

…

[Congratulations on defeating one of the realm protectors]

[You have gained 1/5 ownership of this realm.]

The notification appeared and just as quickly disappeared. I had seen this notification thousands of times.

A look, not even a glare and the celebration was over. The elves had gone back to their occupations. Some set up the tents while others went to cook the corpses of the subordinates of the realm protector. Either way I had nothing to do.

"Sir, your tent is ready"

One of the elves had come up to me, a rather scrawny one for all the training they must have gone through but nonetheless, I took his word and went to the commander's tent.

After I arrived there and sat down I noticed the large stack of paper waiting to be filled and signed.

'Paperwork…' I thought, 'the bane of my existence' It was the whole reason that I didn't want to be here. Everytime that a realm was conquered there would be thousands of forms and reports that would need to be written up, enough that veterans of the process were given special access to more alcohol than most.

With a glass of the strongest wine available I started the long process of filing my paperwork.

…

*ROOOAAAAR*

*GAOOOO*

I answered the sea creatures' warcry with one of my own. My claws were out poised and ready to attack.

All intelligible thoughts left me, the only thoughts left were of battle.

I jumped, meeting the charge of the sea creature with one of my own. Right before we collided I twisted my body to be parallel with its own.

My clawed hand was out, the razor sharp claws ripping into the sea creature with delightful ease. Blood sprayed all over me, my own smile filled with blood.

However it soon turned to a frown as I saw that the sea creature had already died, the force of my blow having been enough to kill it.

…

[Congratulations on defeating one of the realm protectors]

[You have gained 1/5 ownership of this realm.]

*GAOOOOOOO*

I roared and roared, the soldiers below me all cheering in response. I lived for this, not for the cheers, not for the recognition but the fight. No matter how pathetic the being I would fight it. The thrill of the fight is what I lived for.

However these creatures disappointed me, the joy that I knew and loved was taken away from me by the weakness of these creatures.

"Pathetic" I spit out

Looking down I was equally disappointed in the very realm, it was not even able to properly heal itself from this small scuffle.

The island that I had landed in was broken, my weak leap had damaged it beyond livability. The rest of the ones I had landed here with were busy praising me.

Though looking in the far distance I could see land, I could not see what it held though just an endless patch of green.

Seeing as someone of my level could see for hundreds of miles with clarity it must be very far off if I could only make out brief details.

There was no reason to think of this though, I lived for the fight, not for this type of thinking.

Going back to the celebrations I yelled at them.

"Gather resources and build, we are leaving!"

They grumbled but one snarl was enough to get them to work, the queens had thought they could get away with lazing around. I sneered, as if.

…

[The realms veil has broken, prepare to defend yourself against invaders]

[The Gaul civilization has obtained 1/5 ownership of the realm]

[The elven civilization has obtained 1/5 ownership of the realm]

A storm was brewing. I could feel it in the land, ever since I had buried myself to take the underground I had not gone outside. The moles that I had summoned kept on multiplying, even though it had not been long I already had a vast population of giant moles.

The room around me was luxurious, at least I imagined it was compared to the other crowns.

Smiling smugly I thought of them, struggling out there, the only thing I needed to worry about were earthquakes and whoever the elven and gaul civilizations were.

No other problems bothered me, you would think that living underground would be a burden, that at least food and water would be a problem but no.

No, No, No I had no problem at all, food and water was taken care of easily by the underground river that ran through the underground.

How? Don't ask me, I just thought of it as a quirk of this magical realm.

"Tch" I clicked my tongue, ever since I had gotten here my thoughts had grown more drastic, I had adapted but was that good.

Every thought I had was of survival or of ambition. Even the lives of countless thousands that stood against those civilizations had lost meaning to me.

Before where I would be concerned and try to help, now my default reaction was of using them to survive longer.

Shaking my head I look to my right, the decadent table holding my only armament. The pistol that I had been summoned with.

While the moles had been digging out a living space I had been tinkering with my gun. Carefully taking it and the bullets apart. Every component was analyzed and attempts were made to recreate it.

Looking to the pile of deformed pieces of metal I cringed, my attempts had gotten better but they were still a reminder of my mediocrity. Hundreds of attempts and something as simple as a gun could still not be recreated.