The plan

"Okay. I need you all to do one thing for me. And I need you to do it well. The shit in shitville had the potential to make crops grow. It will be the treatment to the curse of lust. I need you to find out how we'll do that. I need you to make this work. Can you do that?" I looked lilith in the eye. As I spoke. She gave me a sollem nod.

~good thing lilith is on board with this. I would have thought that she would be more angry with me.~

Things were going just as they had previously. Even people that hated me were going out of their way to help me. Because they knew that I knew something they didn't.

I was truly. Incredible.

"Okay great. I hope for great things from you all."

They all gave me solemn nods.

They left the tent. And I no longer having anything to do. Decided to curl up on the ground and fall asleep.

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The next day came. And we marched. I stood at the head of the pack. If there were any risks I would face them head-on. That was my duty.

It was to be a two days march to shitville. We had already marched for a day. So we would arrive in shitville by the evening.

The mayor of the last town we had been to. Which I had never gotten the name of now that I think about it. Anyways. The mayor of town number one knew the mayor of shitville. So we should be able to get a meeting with him the moment we get there.

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We had arrived at shitville. The first thing that struck me as I looked at shitville was the pure despair shown before me.

People wheeped on the streets as a watery white liquid fell on them from above. (GET YOUR MIND. OUT OF THE GUTTER!)

There was not a single person that I could see that had a smidgen of happiness on their faces.

I guess it was to be expected for a town completely covered in excrement.

"Hello." Suddenly in just an instant, there was a small man in front of me. He had bushy excrement-covered eyebrows and a grin on his face.

I raised my hand and waved awkwardly.

"Hi?"

"Greeting hello salutations what's up hi it's been awhile. Any greeting you can imagen can happen. And in this momment I greet you as this is what I do!"

I did not understand a single word of what he just said.

"Umm. Are you the mayor by chance."

"Yes. I am the mayor of this here shit flat. Not a hole. We have no holes. Not even out well that's miles out there to stop the shit from infecting it."

The mayor then dabbed.

I nearly vomited from the sheer cringe.

"So are you Greg?" Asked the mayor.

I nodded. "Yes, that's me."

The mayor grinned. "Okay. Then your going to have a fun time."

I looked at him in confusion

"Anyways. Follow me. Let's take you to the meeting room."

The mayor then turned around and walked into the torrential rain of bird poop. I plugged my nose sucked in a deep breath and followed him in.

Immdently the smell hit me like a truck. The shit was constantly falling and evaporating into the air. Creating a fine perfume of fecese to scorch the inside of my nostrils.

"Follow me." The mayor put his hand around mine. I had closed my eyes as there was bird shit running down my face.

Disgusting.

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Next thing I knew. I was sitting in the mayors white stained office. He reclined back on his chair. He was slumped over almost like a dead man.

"So. So so so so so so so so so so. What is it that you want? My friend said you needed this town for something." I grinned at him.

"Yes. Your town will be the key to fixing the problem that has mastered this world."

He smiled at me.

"I'm strong."

And next thing I knew there was a slab of pure muscle infront of me.

I knew only one slab of pure muscle in this world and that was Craig.

"Buddy how's it be—"

I fell on the ground. My back twisted at an odd angle. As my ribs shattered.

"Strong for the king! Strong to crush those that don't believe. I'M STRONG!"

~There is no absolute power. Because absolutely everyone can do absolutely anything.~

How could I have been so stupid.. The king didn't look strong. In fact he looked weak. He looked easily exploited.

How could such a weak man be king. Simple.

He had the willingness to crush anyone. He had the ability to crush rebellions without batting an eye. The person that the people would look to first when things are falling apart is the leader. They wouldn't instantly turn to foreign wars. So then how would a leader stay in power long enough to cause a foreign war.

Simple. They have to be uniquely good a crushing rebellions..

"Strong for the king."

*thump*

And just like that. For the third time. The lights were out.

Let's see if I wake up again shall we?