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Chapter 21: Sacrifice Your Parents, Gain Infinite Power
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 07:21:22 +0000 UTC[Age 12: You set foot on the battlefield for the first time. Your opponent was a smaller hunting pack.]
[First battle: You claimed 3 heads, and earned a long gash across your chest—so deep it nearly disemboweled you.]
[That wound taught you the true brutality and danger of war. You began to train like your life depended on it, pushing your bloodline and potential to the limit—turning pain and sweat into real power.]
[By age 14, no one in the hunting pack could rival you.]
[You had taken countless heads, eliminated waves of enemies. Thanks to your power, your hunting pack devoured smaller groups and evolved from a small-scale pack into a medium-sized force.]
[Your military achievements were unmatched. Your reputation began to eclipse even that of your father.]
[As the patriarch of the Cangyue hunting pack, your father grew wary of you. He felt threatened—and began to plot your removal.]
Solon's expression turned cold.
Just as expected of these uncivilized Buli. Even in the space age, they were still stuck in tribal savagery.
All that time raising him like a tool to be used, only to panic now that he'd grown powerful—terrified of losing control.
Typical short-sighted, muscle-brained behavior.
But that was fine. Dumb enemies were easier to kill.
[Ever since he sensed the threat you posed, your father began sending you on increasingly dangerous campaigns, hoping you'd die.]
[Not only did you survive, you racked up even more victories.]
[Age 15: Your prestige had fully surpassed your father's.]
[You knew the time had come for revenge.]
[Age 16: During a major ritual dedicated to the "Lord of Longevity" (the Aeon of Abundance), you challenged your father.]
[According to Buli custom, the patriarch must be the strongest and most cunning. Not even the warlord Hulrei could refuse a public challenge.]
[This was a duel to the death—no ties. The loser would become food for the victor.]
[Your father had no choice but to accept.]
[One round. That's all it took. You twisted his head clean off.]
[You devoured his flesh and blood. You became stronger.]
[You became the new patriarch of the hunting pack.]
[It was only after his death that you learned: to better control you, your father—egged on by his wife—had executed your mother when you were young.]
[You had lost your only weakness. And grown even stronger.]
In the depths of Solon's consciousness, he could almost hear a cosmic voice whispering: Achievement unlocked: "Sacrifice Your Parents, Gain Infinite Power."
Then, a new choice appeared in the simulation. Solon immediately focused.
[As the victor, you have the right to deal with the loser's family—his wife and children included.]
[1. A family should stay together. Send them all on their way.]
[2. They may be my kin by blood. Innocents should be spared.]
Solon didn't even hesitate. He picked 1.
He hadn't forgotten—his dear father had once coldly murdered his mother, all because of a whisper in his ear.
If he had to suffer even in a simulation, what was the point of running one at all?
Besides, this was the Villain Simulator—the whole system was designed to teach him how to become a true villain.
And a real villain never leaves loose ends just because of something as useless as sentiment.
Solon was certain: if he spared them, they wouldn't be grateful. They'd just plot revenge.
Why was he so sure? Because he would do the same in their place.
[Not long after, their heads were placed neatly before you.]
[As the new patriarch, you ruled with vision and discipline. Unlike other Buli who harshly oppressed the Foxians, you elevated the Foxian artisans in your clan—putting them to work forging armor and weapons.]
[The most skilled artisans were even granted honorary Buli status, their slave identities stripped away.]
[Thanks to your reforms, your hunting pack's arsenal exploded in both quantity and quality. The clan's combat power rose dramatically.]
Solon nodded in satisfaction.
Even the Mongols had understood the value of artisans—taking them as spoils of war after every victory.
Those craftsmen were what enabled the Mongol Empire to arm its warriors with arrows, heavy cavalry armor, siege weapons… without them, their conquests would've stalled.
The Buli were basically a spacefaring nomadic race. That meant he could totally copy the Mongol blueprint.
As for the Foxian issue…
Historically, the Buli and Foxians had clashed countless times, blood feuds passed down through generations. Now that the Buli had won, they'd enslaved all Foxians.
It was natural that they feared rebellion. But their paranoia blinded them—crippling their own development in the process.
Later on, when Hulrei was captured by Jingliu, the Buli lost their war chief and collapsed like scattered sand.
Without leadership, and with garbage-tier equipment, it was no surprise they got steamrolled by Feixiao.
As Solon mulled it all over, the simulation pressed onward.
[Now that your strength had reached its peak, you began absorbing neighboring hunting packs.]
[Backed by superior gear and weaponry, your forces became unstoppable. Your numbers swelled.]
[Nearby clans, sensing the threat, formed an alliance to strike you down. But your scouts uncovered their plan in advance.]
[You launched a preemptive strike—leading a small elite force in a surprise night raid on one of their strongholds.]
[Your might was on full display. While other Buli could trigger the "Lunar Frenzy" state to boost power, they'd lose their minds and turn into berserk beasts. But your perfect bloodline let you keep your clarity—even at peak strength.]
That was everything.
What separated humans from beasts was reason and tools.
The average Buli's frenzy was a double-edged sword. But his bloodline let him combine brute strength and tactical clarity—achieving a 1 + 1 > 2 effect.
[You became the spearhead of your assault—piercing through layer after layer of enemy defense until you stormed the command tent.]
[Surrounded by elite bodyguards, the enemy patriarch fell by your blade.]
[Your overwhelming power broke their morale. The remaining soldiers surrendered on the spot.]
[Six months later, you conquered all nearby packs—unifying them into one massive hunting clan.]
