Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

After they all entered the truck, Helid and the other youngster sat down on the sofa and looked at Tom with curiosity.

"Tom, how many golems did you bring?"

"I brought around 50,000 golems for my protection."

"And all of them are at low Diamond Rank?"

"Yes. They are not for sale though. Even uncle Hushum only got 4 of them."

"Hushum? You mean the Duke of Wihuland?! To call the Duke of Wihuland as your uncle…"

"It's fine. The duke is very close to my father."

Helid and the other youngsters bit their lips after that. Duke of Wihuland was a highly influential player in the elite-circle. It was no surprise that the Duke would make the first move and create a relationship with a powerful newcomer.

But despite their relationship, Tom said that the Duke only received 4 golems. This meant that the golems were still a valuable secret and could not be distributed so freely.

"But we do plan to sell some golems at Platinum Rank level. You guys can buy them in the future."

"Right…"

Platinum Rank golems wasn't that useful, but if they bought more than 10,000 golems, they could have an army on their own.

Though the resources it would take to maintain them would be too huge.

"And do not worry about replacing mana crystals or repairing these golems. They can replenish energy on their own and can fix themselves. In fact, they can upgrade their strength by consuming nearby resources or materials. If you tell the golems to siege a powerful wall, they could literally consume the materials that the wall is made of and increase their strength."

"That's… that's very convenient. I have never heard of such golems before."

"That is why my father is so powerful. His golems are far better than anything this world has ever seen."

"No wonder he dare to call himself the Emperor of Steel."

Tom giggled. "I think it's a fitting name for him."

"Indeed it does. But what about you? What is your title will be? Emperor of Death? I think it will fit you since you can turn a magical dragon to an undead. By the way, how many undead can you have?"

"Less than six thousand."

"Ohhh." Helid sighed in relief because he thought Tom would said unlimited amount.

Well, Aldred could have unlimited amount of undead because of his Phantom Doomblade, though they were not as strong as his undead raised from his own power. In fact, he even had more than 300,000 demon. But they were all at Gold Rank, so basically useless in this continent.

They were a distraction or a hindrance at best.

But they could be useful for occupying small territory or taking over unguarded cities.

A few minutes later, the maids came over and served them smoking delicious food.

The youngsters did not what to think of this. Just a minute ago they saw a battle of epic proportion but now they relax on a sofa while being served with food.

And Tom acted as if this was his every day life.

Well, Aldred had went on a fantastic adventure and had fought against creatures of any sizes. He even saw an Adamantite Dragonkin, Adamantite worm, and had climbed atop the World Tree itself.

And every single day, his life was basically threatened from all directions. Victor tried to kill him countless times, Pharder and Simond making him restless, and he also made so many enemies along the way.

Aldred already grew numb to it which was why the youngsters were so shocked by his nonchalant attitude.

"Tom, do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"I do," Tom lied just in case he wanted to summon another clone. "But they are not here. Maybe they will come maybe also not."

"Are they your age?"

"Sort of."

Helid sensed that Tom did not want to talk about his kin, and so he quickly thought of something else.

"Tom, where did your father learn how to create these powerful golems?"

"He learned it himself."

"Amazing. Your father is very incredible."

"These golems are not his strongest creation."

"It's not? Then what is it?"

"It's a flying aircraft called CS-Armageddon-57."

"Flying aircraft? What's that."

"Basically, a mothership that can fly."

"A mothership… are you serious? A mothership that can even harm high Diamond Rank magician?"

"Yep, my father has quite a bunch of those. But he has something stronger than that."

"Ehh!!! What else did he create?"

"It's called CK-47. You can say that it's a secret treasure as tall as fifty ox."

"What can it do?"

Tom smiled. "You guys didn't know that my father is the one who destroyed Bland Mountain?"

The youngsters were shocked.

"We… we know it was your father. But we don't know that he used a secret treasure to do it."

Bland Mountain was the biggest mountain in Withokere Kingdom. It was so tall and huge that everyone could see it on every corner of the kingdom.

It was said that only Adamantite Rank could destroy it in a single attack.

Who would have known that Tom's father could create a secret treasure that could produce the same result.

Aldred's military might was simply too powerful. In fact, if two to three Count combined their power, they might not be able to defeat him.

No wonder he was accepted by the king, and was even befriended by Duke Hushum himself.

Helid cleared his throat. "Tom, let's be friend from now on."

"Sure." Tom said. Having more friends never hurt. Of course, he would never trust them 100%. Friends were more likely to back stab rather than helping in precarious situation.

He would make as many friends as possible, but he would never ever trust them with his life.

He only trusted in himself. And so, he would only put his fate on his own hand.

Humans were ungrateful after all. They might felt grateful when you help them, but feeling was temporary, and there was no certainty if they would help you in the future.

Aldred had learned this lesson from his past life. Because of that, he never help someone while expecting something in return.

So when the day betrayal come, he wouldn't be disappointed nor surprised.

…

Aldred's territory, Chawbigton City, Inside the underground secret lab.

Tens of thousands undead bandits appeared in formation. After they all gathered, they transformed into their human form and countless drones flew from above, revealing a needle and then stabbing it into their head.

Countless information and knowledge were absorbed and quickly sent to the Mechanicum.

The knowledge received from foreign sources were kept in separate place because they needed to confirmed. Their methods of confirming the information was by calculating how many people had the same information.

And not just that, the status, strength, and history of the individual was also taken into account.

The masses were easy to fool. A little bit of propaganda and misinformation was common among rulers and dictators to control their nation.

So if an ordinary soldier had the information of A while the general of the army had the information of B then they would prioritize the information received from the general instead.

Not every information was true after all.

With this system in place, the Mechanicum manage to filter useless and false information, and then using vital information and knowledge about the world to further strengthened the organization.

In the future, Aldred's power would further increase more and more.