Everyone Wants Me Dead: The Villain Lord's Survival Diary

Chapter 69 – Claremont Breakthrough

Just by seeing the momentum of these soldiers, Sylvie was already immensely satisfied.

Their shouts were truly loud.

He dug at his ears and focused his gaze on one of the soldiers, revealing the soldier's information panel.

【Name: Zhang San】

【Identity: Crusader】

【Strength: Swordsman Level 15 (11-20)】

【Skills: Shield Bash, Military Formation (Passive)】

【Equipment: Crusader Shield (Common), Crusader Longsword (Common), Crusader Standard Armor (Common)】

【Eaglehold Reputation: 1 (This soldier is willing to die for you)】

......

Sylvie looked at the other soldiers, stroking his chin with satisfaction.

The panels of these soldiers were quite ordinary, but their skills were very impressive.

The military formation skill was a special skill that became more powerful with more people.

The difference between Sharpshooters and Crusaders was that the skills became Piercing Sniper and Formation Volley.

And there was no need to name them, otherwise, if thousands of system soldiers were produced, Sylvie would have to rack his brain just to name them.

"System, what happens when these soldiers die in battle? Do they really die?"

Sylvie was concerned about this issue. These soldiers looked very dull, and although they had flesh and blood, they seemed like a group of robots.

"Ding! After system soldiers die, their soul aggregates return to #&$%? space. These soul aggregates can be reused, the only difference being the change of bodies."

"So if I recruit a group of dragons in the future, will they also use these souls? Uh... soul aggregates?"

"Ding! That's correct. Although there is no difference between soul aggregates, different memories are infused when producing different types of soldiers."

Sylvie roughly understood the system's meaning. The so-called soul aggregates were probably some blank souls, mass-produced by the system or the garbled code behind it.

Different types of soldiers were just containers, infused with different skills upon recruitment, and everything was cleared after death.

To further understand the characteristics of these soldiers, Sylvie decided to talk to them.

"Zhang San, right?"

Sylvie walked up to the Crusader named Zhang San and greeted him.

"To serve my lord with loyalty!" Zhang San shouted loudly, saluting, making Sylvie's ears buzz.

Sylvie pursed his lips and took two steps back, then tentatively asked:

"Do you know what money is? Do you know what a woman is?"

Zhang San stared blankly at Sylvie, as if frozen, and after a moment, suddenly shouted again:

"To serve my lord with loyalty!"

"Fight bravely!"

"......" Sylvie remained silent, stepping back half a step again.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" He was unwilling to give up and decided to ask a more crucial question.

At this, Zhang San indeed had a different reaction. He untied the pouch at his waist, looked inside, then stood at attention, looking straight at Sylvie, and shouted:

"Report to my lord! Zhang San has enough food, no need for supplies!"

Sylvie then asked Zhang San and the other soldiers a series of questions, roughly figuring out the details of these soldiers.

Their existence was somewhat similar to players.

But the shortcomings were also obvious; their intelligence was limited, or rather, their intelligence was closer to an artificially created instinct. Apart from fighting, it was just eat, drink, sleep, and defecate, born as emotionless battle machines.

The system mentioned that as their level increased, their intelligence would also improve, which was understandable.

The prerequisite for leveling up was survival. The longer they lived and the more they interacted with the real world, the richer their blank souls would naturally become.

But one thing was absolutely unchangeable, and that was their loyalty to him.

With the second player test approaching, Sylvie planned to use the remaining Villain Points to exchange for a Sky Knight Breakthrough Elixir for Claremont.

The rest of the Villain Points would be used to produce soldiers until the players attacked Winterfell Keep.

But not now; Sylvie had to wait for the guards to bring in the iron ore, as investing iron ore could reduce costs by half.

"System, I want to exchange for a Sky Knight Breakthrough Elixir."

"Ding! Sky Knight Elixir exchange successful, materialized."

Sylvie felt a weight in his hand as a crystal vial appeared.

Inside the vial, the azure liquid was like a cloudless blue sky, shimmering beautifully in the sunlight.

……

In the castle's open-air training ground, a group of new recruits was training hard under the sun.

Claremont sat in a shaded area, happily watching the sweaty recruits while oiling his treasured sword and armor.

Next to him were refreshments and fruits brought by a servant.

Since the battle at the iron mine, Claremont had become less active, but this inactivity wasn't the melancholy of a hero in decline.

It was more like the leisure of retirement.

Sylvie had already become a Sky Knight, and with a powerful lava creature always in the castle, Claremont no longer had to constantly worry about Master Sylvie's safety.

"Hey, Claremont, long time no see."

Claremont suddenly heard Sylvie's signature gentle voice behind him.

"Good day, Master Sylvie."

Claremont wanted to put down his armor and stand up to salute, but Sylvie stopped him.

"Claremont, do you want to break through to Sky Knight?"

Sylvie looked at the old knight in front of him, who, though aged, was still full of spirit, his tone somewhat meaningful.

Claremont didn't know why Master Sylvie asked this, but thinking about breaking through to Sky Knight, his eyes showed longing, and he replied:

"Of course, Master Sylvie, it's the only wish of this old servant in this life."

"But, alas—"

Claremont sighed slightly and continued, "This old servant is already old, and my body's potential has long been exhausted."

But after saying that, the old knight's eyes lit up again, and he chuckled:

"Now, seeing you doing better and the Eaglehold under your command growing stronger, this old servant has no regrets in this life."

Sylvie felt warmth in his heart. If he could see someone's loyalty to him, besides Loli's perfect score, it would be this diligent old man.

"Claremont, believe me, you can live for a long, long time."

Sylvie said sincerely, taking the advancement potion from his pocket and placing it in the old knight's hand.

"Drink it."

Claremont looked at the potion in his hand, hesitated not, and downed it in one go.

After the iron mine battle and the compensation fund incident, his trust in Sylvie had reached near-blind levels.

Whatever Sylvie asked him to do, he did, without question or hesitation.

Compared to the mild Dragonblood Potion, the Sky Knight advancement potion was much more intense.

The moment the potion entered his mouth, Claremont's battle aura surged and rapidly expanded at an astonishing speed.

His cells were constantly renewing under the potion's effect, new skin growing, while the old, aged skin fell away like old tree bark.

"Ah—"

Claremont threw his head back and roared, the crimson battle aura flames shot up three meters high, enveloping him with a chilling killing intent, painting a battlefield of golden spears and iron horses, mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This killing intent covered half the training ground, and the soldiers training earlier were already kneeling in fear from the terrifying battlefield aura.

After a while, the killing intent gradually subsided, and the rampant battle aura flames were reined in.

Claremont felt the power of a Sky Knight within him, looked at his much younger hands, his lips trembling, unable to contain himself.

"Mas... Master, this old servant..."

He stammered, not knowing how to express his shock and gratitude, and could only kneel before Sylvie as if worshipping a deity.

At this moment, his gaze towards Sylvie was fervent, as if beholding a god.