Because I was able to calm down after every failure, I had a lot of breakthroughs, especially in magic. But after a whole year only talking to animals, a sword and myself, I got lonely. I wasn’t a social person but even I felt left alone after the only contacts with other people was while fighting. Fortunately, I was also able to solve that problem. The people who came to my “door” to fight me, sometimes brought children or slaves which were almost dead, as meat shields.

When they first came, they were always alone and quite strong, but as I got stronger, they were no problem for me to defeat and they used those meat shields to distract me during a fight. Some even tried to flee leaving them behind. After they got more and I didn’t need their energy for the sword of dominance anymore, I took some of them with me and healed them. It is not like I didn’t need energy for that damn thing anymore, but rather that the energy of normal people wouldn’t help me at all. I thought that if they didn’t help me, perhaps I could help them. All in all I took in exactly 100 people.

The only thing everyone had in common was that they all looked like they were under 10 years old. I still had the bitter taste of defeat regarding my age. Most of my first “habitants” were Halfling. Second were the people who came from the beastmen race. I counted 51 Halflings of all 5 races, 32 beastmen, 14 humans and 3 dragons. All of them at deaths door and probably with no one who cared for them anymore. The only things they had in common, was that they looked rather young and deadly sick.

After I would kill their master, they normally fainted because they got abused and were only able stand because they were commanded to. Some took a few months to recover, but in the end I nursed all I took in. When the first 10 awoke, it was a rather awkward situation because we didn’t talk at all. When they saw me, they were rather frightened and stayed quiet. Even though they saw me in my normal human appearance of a 10 year old child and looked similar to them, they were afraid so talking was a big no for me.

They imitated me and ate only things I ate and went only to places which I visited, but they never spoke 1 word. They were so fragile, that all collapsed again when they saw my animals running at us at full speed. Not to attack but because they haven’t seen me in a long time, due to me staying with those kids, and missed me. When they awoke again, the first picture they had was me stroking my pets, I mean animals and feeding them some fruits. It was a peaceful scene and I think I was able to open up some of their hearts. Definitely, 2 of the children, 1 boy and 1 girl even asked me if they could stroke them too.

The relation between those 10 and me got better and when they saw me defending my island all alone, all of them opened up their hearts to me and told me the sad stories of their lives. All of them were sad and depressing and I respect them for staying alive. When they finished I wanted to tell them my story but they comforted me and kept nagging that I don’t have to tell it if I don’t want to. They probably were already mentally exhausted from hearing all the things that can happen to a living being. I won’t go into much details because I promised them to never tell anyone, but seriously one of the 5 year old kids was used as literally a stepping stone.

Who would use a cute 5 year old beastmen kid as stepping stones?

From that it was obvious that they are now happy to have a happy live in front of them. Afterwards, we became quite friendly and I asked them to take care of their housing themselves. When they had spare time they were responsible to calm those down who newly awoke. It was like having my own little village on my own little island and I was the village head. Another year passed and all of my 100 habitants woke up and immigrated into the newly build houses and society. Because they were abandoned slaves, they had no names but because I used up all of my creativity, they had to wait until I find one or they found a name for themselves.

I continued my training every day, but I would sometimes help them if they would encounter some problems, like information about the nature I created. They always wanted to learn something new and often asked me things about the world, about magic, they were happy with anything I would tell them. Because they were kids and mostly slaves, they had no idea of the world and I was the one who had to teach them. But then again like helping them, teaching them turned out a lot more interesting that I had anticipated it would be.

When every single one of my 100 village people calmed down and adjusted to their new kind of life, I wanted to talk to them. I was planning to tell them my story without lies, so they would understand it that I would want to restrict them in certain ways. But before that, I had to make some rules for them. They were not allowed to tell outsiders about me, not allowed to fight amongst themselves because of personal interest and last but not least were not allowed to harm any of my pets.

“This here is my island, the territory which I created with magic. It is called in a certain way by outsiders but I think it is a nice name so I decided to just call it black continent. And you guys, from now on, are the inhabitants of my black continent.”(Me)

I mentioned story without lies but never said the whole story. I would keep my real name, race and the goal to defeat that enemy in the future to myself.