Samle: The land adjacent to the hill was in famine. We have to share our resources so that they can be saved.
Samle: Our senses of satisfaction come from making people happy. Do you understand?
Son: I understand, papa.
Wife: Now this is our boy.
Samle was a wealthy merchant. When he was little, his parents had taught him that great power came with great responsibility. And every year he gave resources to the poor villages with his wife. The moment when Samle saw them smile, all the exhaustion would disappear completely as if he was well-fed spiritually.
It was in deadly silence when they arrived at the village. Famine had worn out the will of the villagers; The numb looks on the villagers frightened Samle. Right when he was hesitant about this visit, an old man came over.
Village Chief: What are you looking for in here?
Samle: I heard that this area was suffering from famine, and the people here are lacking food. So I’ve brought some food to help.
Village Chief: Really? That’s very kind of you.
The village chief instructed some villagers who still could work to help Samle with the unloading. Delighted looks appeared on the villagers when they saw food, driving Samle to work harder. When they had unloaded a half amount of food from the truck, Samle’s wife stopped the villagers from getting more.
Village Chief: Aren’t those for us?
Samle: We still have other villages to go. The amount of food I gave you should be enough for three months.
Samle: At that time I’ll bring you more again. Don’t worry.
Village Chief: Understood. You’re a very kind-hearted man, sir. On behalf all villagers, I appreciate your help very much.
Wife: You’re welcome… It’s time to move on to our next destination.
Village Chief: It’s getting late now and the closest village takes quite a long ride. Please stay the night with us, if it doesn’t bother you.
Son: Papa I’m sleepy…
Samle surrendered himself to his adorable son and accepted the invitation; The wide grin on the chief’s face somehow gave Samle’s wife a creep, and she gripped her son’s hand tight as well as the edge of Samle’s clothes…
Village Chief: Please don’t mind the simple food we have.
Samle: No, we should be grateful for your hospitality.
Village Chief: Don’t be. You’re our life savers. Please make yourself at home.
There were hot soup and bread serving on the table. Despite his starving stomach, he didn’t eat much as he was worrying about the starving villagers, letting his family eat most of the food. Later on the chief led the Samle’s family to a guest room.
Wife: There’s something wrong about that chief. I think he’s up to something...Cough!
Samle: What happened? You look pale suddenly...I’m gonna get you a doctor…
Son: Papa, my stomach hurts...Cough!
Wife: Help...me...I can’t...breathe...Cough!
The wife spited blood and fell. When Samle caught her, his wife was already dead; His son also couldn’t escape from the reaper, dying in extreme pain. Samle, who had absolutely no expectation for this, was left stunned. He shook their bodies fiercely, but none of them responded…
Samle: “Someone’s coming? Hide under the bed first…”
Village Chief: I knew it. These rich nobles carry so many luxury gems with them…
Samle: “It is the chief!”
Female Villager: Sir, we’ve got the food.
Village Chief: Great...No one would believe their craps about coming again. Back in the time when I begged for their help, where were they?
Female Villager: By the way, that was cruel of you. Look how horrible they died...Wait! Where’ s the man?
Village Chief: What? He must have escaped! Chase him now!
While the chief and the villager were rushing out, Samle pressed hard on his mouth to stop gasping. He would never have thought that it was their good will got his family killed. As his rage erupted, his body kept trembling fiercely.
Samle: “They said happiness is found in helping others...Bullshit!”
Samle hid himself under a bed until he secured the surrounding. Getting out of the hideout, he held the bodies of his wife and son tight for a while and closed their eyes. Despite the desire of bringing them home, he couldn’t risk to be spotted by the villagers and get himself killed.
Samle: “My life is worthless, but I gotta destroy this village before I die!”
Samle had lost his survival will at the moment when his family perished. The only thing fueling him up was hatred. As there were fading lights heading towards the house, Samle decided to take a detour to the woods nearby.
Female Villager: He’s not in the village. Maybe he’s in the woods!
Villager: We can’t let him live. He will take vengeance on us!
Samle ran for his life and never looked back. He kept running until a hot stream was revoked from his chest. He felt a burning heat at his throat while coughing fiercely, spitting out hot liquid. At this moment, his pace became staggering and his vision blurred. Next second, Samle tripped himself to falling down the slope until he hit a huge rock.
Samle: The poison...So this is it? All I want is helping people...Why did I end up like this?
???: ‘Cause you’re a fool.
Samle: ……Who’s this?
???: Is this the ending you want, letting them take your life away?
Samle: ...No, I don’t!
Dawn broke; the first light drew a crimson on the sky like some deep scratches. Meanwhile, Samle regained his consciousness, finding himself covered in blood. Even the grass where he laid on was all stained red. The bloodstain stopped in front of a shadow.
Raising his head, Samle’s gaze met a green hair man. Despite the handsome face the man had, he had a bewitching charm that didn’t belong to any human being. With his confident smile, anyone could tell that this green hair man wasn’t just a somebody.
Samle: Where...where am I? And who are you?
???: Don’t you remember? Last night you were hunted down by the villagers. They murdered your family and you almost died of poisoning.
Samle: ...So it wasn’t a dream...Why did you save me?
???: ‘Cause you said you didn’t want to die, so I brought you back to life. Oh, right. I’m Belial.
Samle: My family...They’re still in the village…
Belial: They’re burnt into ashes already. Who would be that kind to save the bodies for you?
Samle: Wh-what...Unforgivable! I’ll kill them all! No, they can’t die so easily!
Driven by hatred, Samle bit his lip to bleed. The bleeding look made him look like an ominous reaper. Looking at Samle, Belial smiled and snapped his fingers.
Belial: I’ll help you. Only if you agree to work for me.
Belial reached his hand out at Samle, implying a handshake to make a deal. At this moment, parents’ teachings made Samle hesitate; but soon he determined himself as he flashed back the moment of his family’s death. A strong vengeful desire occupied his mind.
Female Villager: It wouldn’t become a mess if you had put heavier dose of poison. Nevermind. Let’s share the jewelries you took from them.
Village Chief: What jewelries? There, there’s no such thing.
Female Villager: Liar! I saw you holding them yesterday. Don’t you dare rip me off!
While the villagers were confronting the chief, Samle showed up in front of them.
Village Chief: How dare you show up——Whoa, why is his wife with him...I thought we’ve burnt the bodies?
Female Villager: What are you talking about? There’s just the man, and he brought a bunch of gems...What? You’re giving them all to me?
Village Chief: No! That woman is undressing herself. She said she would marry me! And all the fortune will be mine!
Female Villager: Don’t you even think about it!
All the villagers stared at Samle, but everyone saw a different vision. Some of them saw Samle is throwing jewelry all over the ground; some of them saw a seducing beauty; some of them saw themselves becoming the village chief...Every villager was deceived by illusions, and this was Samle’s power gifted by Belial.
Samle: Take a step and your illusion will come true. Come on. Make it real!
Samle’s illusions induced the lurking desire of the villagers. They argued with each other at the beginning; as the atmosphere got intense, the situation escalated into a physical fight.
Some of them started yelling “give me back the jewelries” with a knife holding in hand, stabbing the other villagers. It acted like a catalyst, turning the villagers against each other.
Very soon, all the villagers became dead bodies laying all over the ground. Samle had a strange feeling while he was glancing around the corpse. Before he could figure himself out, a taunting laughter from behind interrupted his thoughts.
Belial: Eliminating a village in a snap of finger, what a talent! Good job for someone who’s new to it.
Samle: This ability...Inducing the illusion of desire...Very impressive…
Belial: Since you’ve settled your score, then our contract has come into effect officially. You’re now working for me. Your next target is…
Samle heard Belial mentioning keywords like “gods”, “The Holy City” and “Templar army”; but when he flashed back to controlling illusions, he found that seeing people blinded by desire brought him the same satisfaction as helping people…