The greatest villains bow to the power of banging

I grinned.

"We're more than just rebels. We're the new institution which will preside over this island." I told him,

He shook his head and sucked in his lips.

"Sorry buddy. But that's not going to happen. I DIDN'T IMMIGRATE HERE TO LOSE TO SOME REATARTED CRIPPLE."

A red aura manifested around him as steam wafted off his body.

His skin twitched and warped as his fat evaporated and was replaced by pure muscle bulging.

The great battle had begun.

"Bang."

Or it should have begun. Unfortunately I was too good at banging for that man.

I shot a bullet in each of his knees.

He collapsed.

"I'm da fucking Goat. I won't lose to a weak ass pussy like you!"

I yelled.

My battalion watched on in what I assumed to be a mix of pride and fear as I did this.

I would doll out his punishment later. Now that my dominance had been established it was time to enact my plans

"Okay. WHO HERE WORKS IN THE ADMINISTRATION OF THIS SOCIETY!" I screamed. Yelling for people always seemed to work for me.

A bearded man with the stick skinny build that seemed to be common for this world raised his hand.

"I do most of the administration." He said.

I smiled.

"Good. I don't have time to learn everyone's names so from now on you'll be known as THE AMISTRATOR!" I yelled in an announcer voice.

His jaw dropped and he looked at me in confusion.

He gave me a slow nod.

"You're the one with the magic stick. I'll listen to you." He said.

I smiled.

"Good."

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I brought THE AMINSTATOR to our secluded waterfall base.

I didn't know if the Grand Fisher had any loyalist that could get in my way so I chose a place where we could speak freely.

"Okay aminstator. Tell me, how does this society function?"

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Alright. I'll spare you the boring details and instead explain it directly to you right now.

There was never enough fish to feed everyone. So the grand fisher made a system in which people would get spots in the society for fulfilling certain roles. People with spots would be fed. But if you're unable to get a spot then there are only two ways to survive. Fish for yourself. Which most people can't do because The Grand Fisher made sure that most people couldn't fish.

Or if you were a woman then you could have sex with him. If you are willing to engage in coitus then he will feed you.

He enforced this rule through his superior might. He was just way stronger than anyone else.

In comparison to me and my banging ability though. He was practically nothing.

After explaining all this to me THE AMNISTRATOR asked me a question.

"How are you going to change things." I reached up and tapped THE ADMNISTRATOR on the forehead.

"I'm going to give everyone super powerful magic items. Then we'll use that to take ownership of a few merchant ships. Once we have enough control of trade we'll collaborate with the merchants to make a merchant republic. This place will become a nation that sells it's power to support it's economy and import goods."

THE ADMINISTRATOR grinned.

"Finally. This place will become more than a backwater that I've been stuck in. Greg. I look forward to your new rule." He said

I just smiled cruelly at him.

"You don't have much to look forwards to. You'll be the one that is doing all the work." I told him

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Okay. So I had spoken with the main person who would be enacting my plan and got them on board.

What's next?

The answer to that question is simple.

Until we can get imports and stuff set up people will still be starving. That can cause unrest and rage. So I need to have a speech about it.

I had the administrator get everyone to gather around a hill that was a mix of grass and sand. There were around five hundred people on this island nation and I needed all of them to be able to see me.

Sarha thrust me into the air. She held me up like simba. I'll be honest it felt a little demeaning. But I just had to deal with it. After all, I was a cripple.

"EVERYONE!" I yelled. The crowds wandering eyes turned to me.

"I HAVE A REQUEST OF ALL OF YOU! WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR IT!" I put my hand to my ear and listened for their words.

"YES!" They yelled.

"GOOD! I WOULD LIKE ALL OF YOU TO STARVE FOR THE NEXT LITTLE WHILE! I WILL EVENLY DISTRIBUTE FOOD FOR EVERYONE! BUT UNTIL CERTAIN THINGS HAPPEN THERE WILL NOT BE ENOUGH! SO I NEED YOU TO HOLD FAST!"

"WHY SHOULD WE HAVE TO STARVE WHILE YOU GROW FAT!" Yelled one of the crowd.

"Bang!" I banged that person right in their skull for their words.

"ANY MORE QUESTIONS!" I yelled.

There were none. These people were used to living under a tyrant. So tyranny was the best way for me to rule.

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After speaking with the populace I next started giving out magic items. A few people tried to use them against me. But I just banged them for their sins.

We spent the next week drilling them on how to use their magic items and react. I also taught them a bit of martial arts.

I wasn't able to teach them a lot. I didn't know any of those mediaeval formations so I could only teach them the basic skills of combat.

The magic items were so powerful that I didn't really have to worry about strategic wherewithal anyways.

The most entertaining thing that happened that week was that I tortured The grand fisher to death. I cut his balls of and made him eat them.

Then I shot him in the head.

And finally after that slow peaceful week passed the merchants came.