Malevolent and strength

[Territory 98 meters]

Going deeper into the forest that blinded his vision, Victor looked around.

Upon arriving, his vision was wide to a compact empty space with four simple houses and a house twice as big.

"Oh, you have arrived!"

"Glory to the Gods!"

Some villagers nearby arrived and knelt in cheers.

Victor was confused.

"What are you talking?"

Without getting up, the twenty-five people said: "A week ago the Gods told us that they would send a Lord to guide and protect us."

"And he came!"

Victor had a skeptical look but thought it would be a backstory for his arrival. Taking another look around he saw the derogatory state of the humble wooden houses.

"You can stand up."

Getting irritated by the sight of 25 guys older than him kneeling, Victor asked.

Following everyone stood up and saw his field of vision, "We built a house for the Lord when we heard of your arrival."

A light sigh came out of Victor's mouth as he looked at the "generous house", it could barely be called a house.

[Territory acquired! Area: 100 m x 150 m]

[Unnamed territory, please give a name]

Holding his hand on his chin as he entered the ugly wooden house, Victor thought of a suitable name, as this will be his capital and his main base.

'It must be something good, how about Gloria.'

['Glory' territory has been added]

[There are rewards to claim!]

His eyebrows rose and he quickly checked.

[1x Starter Pack]

[10 armed soldiers, hand-to-hand combat, twenty radios, 10 silver coins]

[Collect?]

Victor, who pulled out an old chair and just sat down, was exasperated. Without thinking he collected the rewards.

At the same moment a magic circle appeared and 10 guys dressed in black military uniforms with gold highlights appeared. All were equipped with tactical vests and high impact-absorbing boots, each of them equipped with an M4 carbine.

Immediately everyone saluted. The sound of the clicking of boots and the movement of arms with the clanking of weapons sounded pleasant to Victor's ears.

"We salute the Lord!"

A war cry came out and Victor's eyes became excited.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Everyone rested and examined the environment more carefully.

"Status"

Status

Name: Victor

Age: 21

Level: 1 (0/100)

MP: 100

Class: Army Lord

Talent: Battlefield Manipulation

Soldiers: 10/10

[Class Skills: Open]

[Skills: Hand-to-hand combat Lv. 1

"Hand-to-Hand Combat" Ability: This ability gives Victor expertise in direct combat, allowing him to use a variety of physical fighting techniques to face opponents in close proximity. With mastery of this skill, Victor becomes skilled in different forms of fighting, from martial arts techniques to handling bladed weapons.

Technical Mastery: Victor is capable of executing a series of strikes such as punches, kicks, blocks and grabs with great efficiency, combining strength, agility and precision to deliver precise blows.

Adaptation to the Environment: He can use the environment around him to increase his combat tactics, such as using objects as improvised weapons or creating defense strategies using elements of the scene.]

'So I can fight proficiently at close range, huh?'

Victor stood up and at the same moment all ten soldiers turned towards him, all of them were the same height as Victor, but with their bodies with tactical clothes and weapons they seemed taller and stronger.

"Let's go out."

Victor opened the door and came out right behind his soldiers.

Outside, a conversation was going on, all the residents were excited about the news of a leader sent by the gods.

Creaking.

Silently, they saw a strange but threatening vision.

In front of the Lord's house, ten tall men with strange black clothes and a strange object in their hands walked out.

They all conveyed an aura of combat and powerful strength, the weapon in their hands intimidated them and the helmet that prevented them from seeing made them even more terrified.

"Eek, what is this?"

"I don't know, but it left the Lord's house."

"We must-"

The fear was taken by surprise when the soldiers opened space and Victor came out wearing his clothes since he arrived.

The man's beauty along with his soldiers transmitted strength and confidence to the residents, without knowing that they were being influenced by skill.

[Resident Loyalty: 60]

[Soldier Loyalty: 1000]

[The greater the Loyalty, the more trust and influence you can have over the individual.]

'Are soldiers supposed to be this loyal right from the start?'

Feeling happy, Victor looked around at the people in front of him and then whispered something into the ear of a soldier next to him who waved a few times.

He then took a step forward.

His helpless figure and along with his armaments that gave his oppressive aura with the others beside Victor, the villagers gulped.

"My lord wants you to line up and each one answer the questions questions I will ask."

Everyone nodded and moved in a hurry.

Soon a line formed in front of the soldier, two more soldiers came to his side to help and take down information.

"Name?"

"Aria."

"Age?"

"39 years old."

"Profession or ability?"

"Healer."

The soldier next to him wrote down the information in a table.

And so it continued.

...

Victor was still on the game system panel.

[10 silver coins.]

[Business]

There was currently nothing in trade, apparently no player got anything valuable to put in trade.

'A measly 10 bucks.'

[PRC-152:

Description:

The PRC-152 is a portable tactical radio designed for secure and reliable communications in military operations. It offers encrypted voice communication, allowing secure message transmission between units on the battlefield. This radio is rugged and built to withstand harsh conditions, including harsh environments and varying climates. It has a variety of functionalities, such as the ability to operate on multiple frequencies, providing communication flexibility for forces in tactical and strategic operations. Its portability and durability make it a valuable asset for ensuring connectivity and coordination between military units in different scenarios.]

The 20 radios received from the system were stored in the inventory, which luckily has 30 slots of one cubic meter.

'My military strength must be the best compared to others, in a medieval world technological weapons must reign, but there is still magic and forces out there. I will create an organization.'

With determination, Victor continued crafting, thinking, and navigating the system while the three soldiers gathered information and the remaining seven stood guard around the small territory.

The soldier with the palette came to the side.

"Here's the information, Sir!"

Victor took it and examined the spreadsheet.

[Three healers, 10 with physical capabilities, 10 caregivers and two retirees.

The three healers are all women aged 20-42, and can heal minor injuries and pain.

10 men who exert strength and who build.

10 women who take care of home.

Two elderly people.

Note: Eric, 42, drew attention when he was level 3 and said he was a guard.

Recommendation: Discard the old ones and keep women as employees. The men used for base protection in the beginning. Our strength is greater without them.]

At the end of the spreadsheet there was something malevolent and perverse for many people, except for Victor. That was valuable, the thought and advice was valid, why need old men when I can summon tanks and loyal armed men?

[One bronze coin to each survivor within the territory each day.]

A warning appeared in Victor's view and he immediately raised his eyebrows.

100 copper coins = 1 silver coin

100 silver coins = 1 gold coin

100 gold coins = 1 platinum coin

'100 day survivor would give 1 gold coin each day, in 100 days I will have 1 platinum coin.'

'But this requires resources and a lot of manpower.'

Victor was conflicted now, what should he do?

When all was lost, the soldier next to him questioned him.

"What bothers you, sir?"

"The more survivors we have, the more coins we will receive, but this would require a lot of manpower and resources."

With a sigh and his head down thinking a lot, Victor was reflecting on what he should do in a situation like this.

A soldier who was nearby arrived and saluted.

"Permission to speak, Sir!"

Victor was taken aback, "Permission granted."

Still saluting, the soldier said: "What if we outnumber the military by civilians, Sir? We will continue to receive money and we won't mix it up too much, of course there must be military and civilians."

"But what about the issue of manpower and resources?"

"We will make them work and perform their duties, we will not go around the world taking anyone and as many people as we want, that's why I recommend having a strategist and an analyst."