My OP Minion System in the Apocalypse

Chapter 290 World One

After a grueling battle with the enemy, I anxiously checked my army's status, hoping that our losses were not in vain. As I scanned the report, my heart sank as I saw that we had lost 700 brave soldiers. The weight of their sacrifice weighed heavily on my conscience, and I felt a burning need to find some way to make up for their loss.

With a heavy heart, I closed the army status window and navigated to the resources section. As I waited for the page to load, my mind raced with thoughts of what we had gained from the battle. Perhaps we had captured valuable supplies or weapons from the enemy, something that could help us turn the tide of the war.

Finally, the page loaded, and I eagerly scanned the list of resources. To my disappointment, there were no weapons or supplies to be found, only a few paltry amounts of food and water. I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and despair wash over me.

Despite the setback, I refused to give up. I knew that we had to find a way to redeem the losses we had suffered. With a renewed sense of determination, I closed the resource section and set to work, determined to find a way to ensure that my soldiers' sacrifice would not be in vain.

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Resources

- 1500x Gold

- 2000x Silver

- 5000x Stones

- 7000x wood

- 2000x Meat

- 1000x Grain

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As I sat in my tent, surrounded by the spoils of war, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The weight of my actions weighed heavily on my conscience, and I knew that the gold I had received was a poor consolation for the lives that had been lost.

I stared out the tent flap at the conquered city before me, wondering what it would be like to live in a world where violence and bloodshed were not the norm. The answer, of course, was that I couldn't imagine such a world, for it had never existed in my lifetime.

Lost in thought, I called for the intelligence operative who had just left my tent. He appeared before me, his face still stained with the blood of the enemy.

"Tell me, how many warriors did you kill in the city?" I asked him, the question coming out more sharply than I intended.

"Seven, my lord," he replied, his voice steady despite my anger.

"Seven? And for what? What did their deaths accomplish?"

"My lord, I did what I had to do to complete my mission," he said, his eyes meeting mine with a quiet intensity.

I nodded, knowing that his words were true. But even so, I couldn't shake the feeling that there must be a better way to live, a way that did not involve so much death and destruction.

As I sat there, lost in thought, the minion returned with my dinner and Chloe, my trusted advisor. I greeted them both warmly, but my mind was still elsewhere.

"Chloe," I said, turning to her. "What do you think of all this? The killing, the destruction. Is there no other way?"

She looked at me thoughtfully, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the tent.

"My lord," she said softly. "There are always other ways. But they are not always easy. Sometimes, to achieve the greater good, we must make sacrifices."

Her words struck a chord within me, and I knew that she was right. But still, the question remained: how many sacrifices must be made before we could finally achieve a world at peace?

I sat cross-legged in my tent, staring at the entrance, waiting for Chloe to arrive. She had seen my true colors, and I knew she was afraid of me now. Change was not something most humans could bear, and even the slightest deviation in my behavior had set her on edge. But I couldn't afford to care about her approval. I was the king, and I would do as I pleased. My power was absolute, and I could choose to spare or take the lives of anyone I desired.

As Chloe entered the tent, her anger was palpable, and she refused to meet my gaze. I returned the favor and didn't speak to her either. The tension between us was suffocating, and the silence was only broken when an intelligence minion entered the tent carrying our dinner. They placed the food before me, and I began eating without offering her a seat. I knew she was angry, but I was not the one to blame. It was her fault for pushing me down this path, and now that I was showing my true colors, she didn't like it.

The internal battle within me raged on as I ate my dinner, knowing that the stakes were high. I was fighting against someone who was dear to me, and I couldn't afford to lose her. But I was determined to win. Eventually, Chloe joined me at the table, but she didn't speak a word. We ate in silence, and I couldn't help but feel like I was losing her. It was a battle of wills, and sleep was the only thing that could end it.

The next morning, I woke up alone in the tent. The sun had not yet risen, but there was a soft glow on the horizon. I emerged from the tent, and the crisp morning air filled my lungs. I ordered my minions to pack everything and bring my horse. We were going back home. It had been a successful journey, and we had collected more resources than I ever had before.

As we rode back, I couldn't help but think about Chloe and the internal battle that had raged on. I knew that I had to make amends and gain her trust once again. I had promised my people that I would distribute gold among them every week, and that was precisely what I planned to do. But I also had another idea in mind. I had seen a small park in the twin cities, with different types of swings and rides for children. It was a brilliant idea, and I knew that I had to bring it back to my city.

As we approached our city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. My kingdom was flourishing, and I was the one responsible for its growth. I was going to distribute the gold among my people and build a small park for the children, and in doing so, I hoped to gain Chloe's trust and prove that I was still the same person she had known and loved.