The FPS Deity

by Cobyboy

  "This is all just a misunderstanding... I do own these gold coins you know." Feihren felt helpless as he tried to explain one last time.

  "Misunderstanding my as*, who are you trying to trick? You think I'm some kind of rookie within this business, I know a thief when I see one!" The teller angrily retorted.

  'Ah this is just stupid' Feihren gave up the idea of acquiring a storage ring for now as he had enough with trying to explain himself.

  "Nevermind, then here's a tip for your 'hospitable' services"

  He then tossed Samael's gem towards the teller.

  "Hmph!" The teller took the gem as if Feihren owed him something.

  'Ah, just smash the building. Try not to kill anyone. It would just add to our problems. Return to me when you're done'.

  Feihren proceeded to drag the carriage as he made his way back to the castle.

  ...

  In front of the kingdoms castle, 6 heavily armed knights were standing along with 4 fully equipped mages. These were the people King Samson assembled according to Feihren's request. Among the knights, General Rey was leading them together with Clair and Matthew, who were the most familiar with who Feihren was. Within the 4 mages, Magi Zeph was taking the lead.

  "Oh? All of you seem to be prepared already huh?" A voice suddenly commented.

  It was Feihren who wandered over at this moment. It was still early noon, but the king commanded that they could depart as soon as they see fit, or as long as Feihren wanted to, so they had already prepared in advance.

  "Sir Feihren, we are glad to be working with you. We are all under your command from now on for the mission of seizing control over Wolfenstein."

  General Feihren pounded his chest plate as a form of salute. As the other knights followed suit, the mages bowed deeply after introducing themselves.

  "Ah, is that so? Well, that's good to hear!" Feihren smiled happily

  "Then could you start carrying this during our travels?" Feihren continued as he happily dragged the carriage in front of these ten people.

  "Ah, yes…" General Rey replied.

  Chapter 28: Brother at Arms

  It was a bright and sunny day. Not a single cloud could be seen all the way to the horizon. It was the perfect day to start an 11-man crusade against the Wolfenstein Kingdom. Although if someone heard them talking about it they might think it was a prank, this party was quite serious in regards to their mission. Well, at least the 10 of them were.

  ...

  "Claire Gesulga" (5-star Professional-class)

  "Title: Giant Axe Princess"

  "Class: Berserker"

  "Base HP: 3,000"

  "Base Damage: 110"

  "Equipment: [Dark Knights of the Blaz Continent] (Epic)"

  "Skill(s): 'Heavy Cleave': Deals Amplified Damage 200% (3-minute cooldown)"

  ...

  "Matthew Sky" (5-star Professional-class)

  "Title: Sky Family's Heir"

  "Class: Guardian Knight"

  "Base HP: 2,100"

  "Base Damage: 140"

  "Equipment: [Dark Knights of the Blaz Continent] (Epic)"

  "Skill(s): 'Guardian's Protection': Heals target ally for 5% HP per sec, 10-second duration. 50% total HP restoration (5 minute cooldown)"

  ...

  "Rey Noe" (1-star Master-class)

  "Title: Major General of the Ranustin Kingdom"

  "Class: Heavy Swordsman"

  "Base HP: 3,800"

  "Base Damage: 350"

  "Equipment: [Dark Knights of the Blaz Continent] (Epic)"

  "Equipment: [Emblazoned Heavy Blade] (Epic)"

  "Skill(s): 'Swordsman Wrath': Increases Attack Speed by 10%, increases Base Damage by 20% for 5 minutes (20-minute cooldown)"

  ...

  Feihren was staring at the three people he was sort of familiar with, checking if they could really survive in being a part of this 'suicide' mission. Even though Feihren appears to be doing something idiotic, he was actually assessing the situation in a perfectly reasonable manner.

  In all honesty, he could probably complete this mission all on his own. But aside from him wanting to hog the general exp, he also wanted to have some reason to justify his actions in attacking the Wolfenstein Kingdom.

  The first reason is that the fewer people he has traveling with him, the faster they would arrive, which would also mean the faster they would be done.

  The second reason was that bringing a small amount of people, as opposed to bringing an entire army, would actually mean that almost no casualties would occur on their side.

  Lastly, fewer people in the party leads to fewer people Feihren would have to be conscious of.

  Within this party of ten, Feihren believed that he could protect every single one of them so that they could return home to their respective families, alive and victorious.

  Him wanting to attack Wolfenstein was drawn from the idea that their kings would have the Demonic Essence he was looking for, and to finally get rid of both of them. Until now, Feihren had an inkling of discomfort due to those two unreasonable people who seemingly hate him to the core. On top of that was the fact that they were doing ridiculous things just to get even with him.

  ...

  If Feihren's estimate was accurate, it would take three weeks before they could reach the dwarven village, and another two weeks from the village to the easternmost part of Wolfenstein Kingdom.

  During their many days of traveling, Feihren had learned a lot of things from the casual talks of these people during meals. The other 6 people in here were sent as elite representatives from different major kingdoms within the Blaz Continent. All of them have families they had to leave until the conquering of the Wolfenstein kingdom is finished.

  It was the fourth night of their travels, and the people within this party had become use to the cycle of their traveling pace and camping schedules. They would mostly skip breakfast, only having water and some bread.

  At lunch they would have a meal prepared by Magi Zeph, who was amazingly adept at cooking. At night, after setting their camp, either Claire or Rey would prepare dinner. It may not compare with Magi Zeph's cooking, but for Feihren, it was still enjoyable. Even more so when they would start talking about things they are most fond of in life.

  Feihren felt a little nostalgic about all this from when he was a commissioned soldier and was on a mission. Back then, he was with a small group just like this one. It had its ups and downs, even though most of the time it was 'down', but being able to work with reliable people who will always have your back was the best feeling Feihren could ever hope for.

  It was especially true when he had a comrade named Jason back then. He was more of a brother than a friend for Feihren. They had been the best of buds, even though that would sound cheesy within the army. They had always had their backs, even during actual field battles!

  Getting shot at was never a stranger for Feihren back then. It was evident on the multiple scars he had throughout his body, but it seems that none of those remain on this new body he was using. But even back then, Jason was always the reason that he had managed to return alive. The same went for Jason as well, since Feihren would also risk his life helping him.

  Though deserting was common among people who treasure their own lives more than others, Feihren had always believed that everyone had equal rights in being able to live, and if one could help another in prolonging theirs, one should not hesitate to do so. He had held on to this belief for a really long time, until the day Jason had actually perished during a mission.

  During said operation, Feihren had to choose between abandoning his friend to give him time to escape, or choosing to stay and dragging both of them down. It was evident that he chose the former.

  "Commander Feihren, we've heard that you were a general in the past. Can you tell us more about it?" General Rey took the initiative to chat with Feihren who had become dead silent all of a sudden. "You seemed to be in really deep thought just now. Were you reminiscing your glory d
ays?" General Rey added.

  "Ah, it is nothing. I just remembered a comrade of mine back then." Feihren casually waved his hand dismissively as a faint smile appeared on his face.

  "Oh really? It seems that you were really close with this comrade of yours. We could tell from that little smile of yours when you spoke of him." Another knight teasingly added.

  "We really were close, more like brothers even..., but I guess he wouldn't say the same thing for me anymore." Feihren replied as his faint smile turned into a solemn expression.

  "Do you want to talk about it, sir?" Some of the knights had noticed the sudden change of expression and consoled Feihren.

  "Let's just say that I made a bad decision back then, and that cost my comrades life. It was a foolish choice, but it was the option I believed was right at that time. Regrets do truly come at the end. I treasured my own life too much back then. I failed to see that the life spent together with the people you love was the life that was truly worth living," Feihren added.

  "But in a way, you'd still have to continue living right? The choices you make, right or wrong, are what make you who you are now."

  Everyone was dead silent as they heard about this heavy experience this commander of theirs had gone through. It had been a sleepless night as they tried to make the sudden gloomy situation brighter.

  Chapter 29: Planning Phase

  It had been a peaceful journey for Feihren's party, and they were already near the dwarves village within 2 weeks time. And by peaceful, it meant that they had only met beasts of levels that could only be considered as an 'addition to their rations' as they were basically taken down easily by any member of this party. Even the four mages could casually take one down with a single spell.

  Feihren hadn't wasted a bullet so far during this journey. This was pretty good for him as it would be awful if he ran out of them without even beginning the assault in Wolfenstein kingdom.

  Speaking of which, Feihren was still building up the entire plan on how he could neatly seize the entirety of the Wolfenstein Kingdom.

  Suddenly slaughtering the civilians and residents of the kingdom was definitely out of question. That would just be plain stupid. The Ranustin Kingdom was planning to conquer the kingdom, not rule a ghost town.

  Cutting down the nobles first seemed to be somewhat plausible, but it would be time-consuming, and would definitely cause a commotion that was likely to be uncontrollable. It is good to create a chaotic situation when seizing a kingdom, but it would definitely slow things down when you're concerned about how long the entire operation would take.

  Assassinating the royalty of the kingdom would be another option, but it doesn't really apply to the current situation in the Wolfenstein Kingdom. The fact that they have managed to function with two "kings" means that the people below them in the chain of command would definitely be of the scheming sort as well. They would most likely have a plan for if one or both of these "kings" die. They're just royalty figureheads after all. Nobody would care even if they perish.

  Openly barging in was a tempting idea. But tanking an entire kingdom's army, even if they do minuscule damage against Feihren, would definitely hurt him as the attacks will stack up sooner or later. The Wolfenstein Kingdom definitely has more than 9,000 good soldiers to defend with, so it would end up being a death by a thousand cuts. But hmm… tanking... A sudden flash of inspiration appeared on Feihren's' face as he continued finalizing the 'plan'.

  ...

  "Sir, will this really work?"

  A hint of doubt was evident from the expressions of the 6 non-Ranustin kingdom soldiers and mages as they were looking at Feihren's 'Grand Assault Plan'.

  In contrast to the comments of the six, the four people from Ranustin kingdom did not doubt Feihren's plans... or at least they didn't openly question it. They already knew how formidable this person is, so they dismissed the tiny thought that Feihren might just be toying with them. After all, this was a serious matter on a scale of kingdoms! Feihren would definitely put some serious thought into this, right?

  "Although it may sound ludicrous, I am in agreement with Sir Feihren's plan. The king would not assign him in leading if he was not guaranteed an absolute victory, right?"

  The other three nodded in agreement, quenching the doubts left in their minds.

  "I have heard that Sir Feihren is strong, he is even labeled as a descendant of the powerful Titans. I have not witnessed any proof, and I do not doubt his capacity to lead… It's just... We have families to return home to… I would not regret dying if I was to give it my all, but I just don't want to die because of a poorly executed plan which could have been avoided ahead of time!"

  The six people had solemn expressions on their faces. They had been with Sir Feihren for two weeks now. Even though they have not personally witnessed his strength, his aura marked him as someone who has been hardened through time by multiple experiences. This by itself was proof that he was eligible to lead them in this, even though they were outrageously outnumbering themselves. But the plan laid out for them is just…

  "I'm disappointed that you'd think that I was planning on sending you all to your deaths. In all honesty, I had already promised myself that all of you here would return home, safe and sound." Feihren replied

  'Ah, what's with this choking atmosphere, why does this feel so awkward!? This is the best plan I could come up with you know? This is a hundred percent foolproof plan!'

  Feihren sighed internally as he could not voice out this opinion, but their expressions started to brighten up after that short speech. 'It worked? I guess I still have my charisma as a leader'. Feihren felt proud as he lightly patted his chest.

  "We apologize for doubting you without clarifying your intentions sir, but I just wanted to ask something regarding this plan." One of the knights spoke up and cut down the awkward silence. "What does this part (Throw the rock to the King) mean?"

  "Ah! Not just any rock, this rock!" Feihren jumped up in excitement, as this was the main part of his grandiose plan. Feihren then handed over a thumb-sized ruby to one of the knights. "As for taking the initiative in asking such an important question, I hereby assign you to be the one doing it."

  "Ah…" The knight did not have the time to say anything else as Feihren started walking away from them. They all then followed suit.

  ...

  Smoke could be seen rising from the direction of the dwarven village. Feihren's party had scouted it out ahead of time. They are roughly a kilometer or two away from the village as they hurried forth. 'Not this again…' Feihren's expression was a mix of worry and coldness as he keenly gazed towards the village.

  Feihren had arrived in the village, but contrary to what he had expected, the dwarven village was not under attack like last time! Most of the villagers were just casually strolling about, occasionally staring in the direction of the smoke and flames. Looking over at the smoke, Feihren saw that there were lots of soldiers with siege equipment attacking a group of large reinforced turrets at the edge of the village, which were happily burning humans and siege engines alike.

  'Turrets?' Feihren immediately recognized the familiar looking object. 'But the dwarven village isn't even walled? Why would they erect turrets in the first place?'

  It was true that of the dwarves village isn't walled, but the mountains that remain on either side of the village became the dwarves' natural protection. If you add in the thick forest that the people could not easily travel through, one could basically say that the dwarves' village is 'in the middle of a road'. But as for the idea of using turrets, it was definitely creative, but highly illogical. Especially when they made the turrets that huge.

  'An armored bunker with offensive capabilities maybe?' Feihren inwardly added, as he saw a familiar face passing by casually watching the scene of destruction from afar.

  "Old man Mendi!" Feihren excitedly approached the stumpy dwarf.

  "You're back lad! That was fast, it has only been what? 3 months?" The old chief warml
y welcomed Feihren as he glanced towards the people behind him.

  "And I can see you have made new friends? Ah, I never doubted you being friendly. Why don't you introduce them?" The old chief added.

  "Ah these are the people from the Ranustin Kingdom and the other kingdoms of the Blaz Continent, they're traveling with me. We're planning to take over the Wolfenstein Kingdom." Feihren proudly said.

  "Kid, did you hit your head somewhere? That last sentence of yours sounded way off. What are you talking about?" The old chief replied with a single brow raised.

  "No, I'm dead serious old man. Ah, it's a long story, but for the record, I don't hold a personal grudge against the Wolfenstein kingdom or anything. I just don't want to get bothered in the future, and I have something I have to acquire from them."