Back to the fishing village!

I sat on Rob's floor and opened the book of maps that he had given me.

I began to study them.

It took many hours of continuous study but after a little while I realised where the island nation where my merchant empire would be built was.

It was off the coast of a major trade route along the ocean. The trade route was well known for it's dual ocean currents running along side each other making it something akin to a highway for the seas.

I smiled at the idea of the amount of power I would gain if we managed to monopolize that trade route.

I turned to Rob who had been silently reading in his bed while I studied the maps.

"I have to go now."

I said.

He nodded.

"Okay."

He was not to concerned about my leaving as my running of this land was not essential.

I gave a nod to the two tribesmen who had been following me.

"You guy's can leave. You won't be able to keep up." I said

Then I walked towards the baclony and stood atop the thick stone railing.

I spread my arms wide and took in a breath of the night air.

I smelled booze, feces and smoke. It was the smell of civilization. I relished it.

I let go of the strength I was using to hold up my body and fell.

The air rushed around me. I was about two hundred meters up from the ground. As Rob's balcony was facing a steep drop off of the hill that his castle was built on.

I fell with an ever increasing velocity. I was still capable of sight despite the rushing air. As I seemed to have gained a thin see through eye lid that kept my eyes protected.

A mere instant before I hit the ground I spread my wings and arched my back.

I flew into the air my speed further increased by the lift produced by the ground.

I rose maybe a kilometer into the sky until my speed began to run out.

I then activated the sigils on my feet.

Flames shot from my feet and I was shot even higher into the sky.

I rose above the clouds. And then above the clouds above those clouds. I rose into the air until I could see the stars.

My eyes sparkled as I witnessed their beauty.

Why did I choose to rise to high you ask? Well it wasn't just to see the stars.

As you get higher into the air you will experience incredibly strong tail winds.

The tail winds were so strong that my speed while flying was almost doubled. I looked down at the map. In the footnotes it gave advice on navigating with stars. Based off what the map said If I go in the opposite direction the the brightest star then I should be able to make it to the island pretty quickly.

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I had been travling for about two hours but with my flight capabilities this should be long enough to reach the island.

So I closed my wings, Faced the ground and began my descent.

*CRACK!*

I heard the sound barrier break as I fell. I sucked in a slightly fearful breath as I heard that. I'm not sure if my wings would be able to slow me down at that speed.

Below me I saw the long flat expanse of the sea. In that expanse I could see a very small white dot. It was almost miniscule.

I directed myself towards that dot.

I fell for maybe about five minutes until the dot became more visible.

I saw many straw huts dotted throughout the land and docked slightly far out at sea was a rickety worn down ship with I flag on it. It was too far away to make out the flag but I was sure that it was the gambling merchants.

~I should make a showy entrance.~

I activated the sigil on my chest. Although I couldn't see It I was sure I was beginning to glow.

I fliped around in the air so my feet were facing the ground. Then I sent a command to the sigil on my feet.

Fire began to shoot from them.

After a few seconds of that I felt that my momentum had been slowed enough so I spread my wings and began to descend in a corkscrew pattern. (Show image of corkscrew in comments for refrance)

After a few minutes of descending I landed.

Around me was a crowd of people.

They all looked at me in awe.

"Lord greg? You have returned!" Yelled one of them

I smiled

"YES! I THE ESTEEMED GREG HAS RETURNED!" I yelled.

People began to clap as if I achieved some great accomplishment. I made sense. After all, I had achieved a great accomplishment. Me just being me is an accomplishment greater than any other.

I noticed that the people of this place all seemed to have some kind of magic item with them now. Some had armour some had necklaces some had magic shoes. The items were all diffrent and I'm sure they served different purpouses but they all had one.

I also noticed that they were all significantly less thin. They looked more like humans than skeletions now. Clearly Sarha and the Gambler had gotten things operational well I was away.

"Bring me Sarha and the gambler!" I yelled.

The people scurried away to fulfil my command.

It was time for the second phase of my plan. If things came together in the right way then I would have an empire more powerful than anyother on my hands.

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A trembling old man looked at a mural of a man with tanned skin a scar around his neck and domineering eyes.

He was once a great being. A man who seemed capable of changing the world in ways that peole had never seen before.

Now he was dead.

All because one shrivelling old man asked for his regrets to be cleared before his tragic end.

"Greg. I'm sorry."

And that very old man was the one who was standing before this mural now.

"HEY THIS IS LORD ETHOSES LAND!" Yelled a armoured man from behind this old man.

The old man scowled.

"BOYS! WE HAVE A TRAIOTOR HERE!"

A group of armoured men marched up to the old man.

The old man sighed.

His face twisted into a strange look of dejected rage.

From his back tendrils of flesh appeared.

The armoured men all died before they only had a momment to speak.

From then onwards the old man would then set out doing the only thing he could.

The thing he had done since his inception.

Find evil, Find corruption. And burn it to the ground.

If he couldn't change this place then he would just burn it to the ground and hope a better world rose from the ashes.

And thus the weakest man alive began his rampage again.