Interrogating the Young Man

Hearing Vance's words, the young man felt frightened once more. He thought of the things that Vance was capable of and realized how vulnerable he was at that moment. Vance saw this and smirked. Vance then began to speak.

"So, now that you fully understand how things are going to work, I ask you answer, it should go a lot smoother than before, correct?"

Hearing Vance's question, the young man quickly nodded his head to show that he agreed. Vance responded to this.

"Good, good. Then, for the first question: Out of the twenty generals, where exactly do you stand in strength?"

The young man took a minute to think about the question. After coming to a conclusion, he began to speak.

"I should be ranked last out of all of them."

Vance found this interesting.

"That does pretty much follow the normal pattern. Okay then, where does the old man stand?"

"Right above me, if I'm number twenty, then he's number nineteen."

Vance nodded.

"Well, I recall the old man saying that a general was equivalent to, what was it, ten million soldiers? Well I have to ask, is that the minimum power comparison or what? Because if it isn't, how are you ranked last?"

The young man coughed to clear his throat and began to speak.

"Well the ten million soldiers comparison is the minimum power level. In other words, even I, the weakest of the group can take on ten million soldiers alone."

"Oh?" Vance said with interest. "Then how many can the strongest take on? Actually, what is the general level of the higher up ones?"

The young man, once again, seemed to have to think about the answer to the question.

"Well I don't personally know, but from the information I can recall, the strongest one of us can take on more than one billion soldiers alone. As for the general level of the stronger ones... it should be somewhere in the area of hundreds of millions of soldiers."

"Oh wow, they're stronger than I thought. It should be fun, I'll make sure to balance my strength enough to have some fun." Vance said with a devilish grin on his face.

This scared the young man.

"What exactly are you?"

This question made Vance stop and think.

"What am I? I'm just someone enjoying life." Vance said with a smile.

He then turned around and left the dungeon.